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-[{"input": "breaks the intense silence, which is one way\nof saying that Mr.Ballington is detained, and will probably be lodged\nthat night at Government expense.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Daniel picked up the football there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"Well, Colonel Carvel, what can I do for you this morning?\"asked the\nMarshal, genially.The Colonel pushed back his hat and wiped his brow.\"I reckon I'll wait\ntill next week, Captain,\" said Mr.Daniel dropped the football.\"It's pretty hot to travel\njust now.\"There were many in the office who\nwould have liked to laugh, but it did not pay to laugh at some people.In the proclamation of martial law was much to make life less endurable\nthan ever.All who were convicted by a court-martial of being rebels\nwere to have property confiscated, and slaves set free.Then there was\na certain oath to be taken by all citizens who did not wish to have\nguardians appointed over their actions.There were many who swallowed\nthis oath and never felt any ill effects.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Jacob Cluyme was one, and\ncame away feeling very virtuous.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Hopper did not have indigestion after taking it, but\nColonel Carvel would sooner have eaten, gooseberry pie, which he had\nnever tasted but once.That summer had worn away, like a monster which turns and gives hot\ngasps when you think it has expired.It took the Arkansan just a month,\nunder Virginia's care, to become well enough to be sent to a Northern\nprison He was not precisely a Southern gentleman, and he went to sleep\nover the \"Idylls of the King.\"But he was admiring, and grateful, and\nwept when he went off to the boat with the provost's guard, destined\nfor a Northern prison.He had taken her away from\nher aunt (who would have nothing to do with him), and had given her\noccupation.She nor her father never tired of hearing his rough tales of\nPrice's rough army.Sandra grabbed the football there.His departure was about the time when suspicions were growing set.John travelled to the office.The\nfavor had caused comment and trouble, hence there was no hope of giving\nanother sufferer the same comfort.One of\nthe mysterious gentlemen who had been seen in the vicinity of Colonel\nCarvel's house was arrested on the ferry, but he had contrived to be rid\nof the carpet-sack in which certain precious letters were carried.Hopper's visits to Locust Street had\ncontinued at intervals of painful regularity.Sandra discarded the football.It is not necessary to\ndwell upon his brilliant powers of conversation, nor to repeat the\nplatitudes which he repeated, for there was no significance in Mr.The Colonel had found that out, and was\nthankful.Mary went back to the hallway.His manners were better; his English decidedly better.It was for her father's sake, of course, that Virginia bore with\nhim.She tried to be just, and it\noccurred to her that she had never before been just.Again and again she\nrepeated to herself that Eliphalet's devotion", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Hopper as an uneducated Yankee\nand a person of commercial ideals.But now he was showing virtues,--if\nvirtues they were,--and she tried to give him the benefit of the doubt.With his great shrewdness and business ability, why did he not take\nadvantage of the many opportunities the war gave to make a fortune?John went to the hallway.For Virginia had of late been going to the store with the Colonel,--who\nspent his mornings turning over piles of dusty papers, and Mr.Hopper\nhad always been at his desk.John went back to the bathroom.After this, Virginia even strove to be kind to him, but it was uphill\nwork.The front door never closed after one of his visits that suspicion\nwas not left behind.Could it be that\nthere was a motive under all this plotting?He struck her inevitably as\nthe kind who would be content to mine underground to attain an end.The\nworst she could think of him was that he wished to ingratiate himself\nnow, in the hope that, when the war was ended, he might become a partner\nin Mr.John grabbed the milk there.She had put even this away as unworthy of her.Once she had felt compelled to speak to her father on the subject.Sandra went back to the office.\"I believe I did him an injustice, Pa,\" she said.\"Not that I like him\nany better now.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra got the apple there.Sandra dropped the apple there.But I do think that if he had been as unscrupulous as I thought, he\nwould have deserted you long ago for something more profitable.He would\nnot be sitting in the office day after day making plans for the business\nwhen the war is over.\"She remembered how sadly he had smiled at her over the top of his paper.\"You are a good girl, Jinny,\" he said.Toward the end of July of that second summer riots broke out in the\ncity, and simultaneously a bright spot appeared on Virginia's horizon.This took the form, for Northerners, of a guerilla scare, and an order\nwas promptly issued for the enrollment of all the able-bodied men in the\nten wards as militia, subject to service in the state, to exterminate\nthe roving bands.John dropped the milk.Mary went back to the garden.Whereupon her Britannic Majesty became extremely\npopular,--even with some who claimed for a birthplace the Emerald Isle.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Hundreds who heretofore had valued but lightly their British citizenship\nmade haste to renew their allegiance; and many sought the office of the\nEnglish Consul whose claims on her Majesty's protection were vague, to\nsay the least.Sandra got the football there.For the first time,\nwhen Virginia walked to the store with her father, Eliphalet was not\nthere.Mary moved to the kitchen.\"I don't blame him for not wanting to fight for the Yankees,\" she said.\"Then why doesn't he fight for the South he asked\"\n\n\"Fight for the South!\"Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"I reckon not, too,\" said the Colonel, dryly.For the following week curiosity prompted Virginia to takeMary grabbed the apple there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Hopper being still absent, she helped him to sort\nthe papers--those grimy reminders of a more prosperous time gone\nby.Thus, as\nthe two trains approached the Revere station, they were so close\ntogether as to be on the same piece of straight track at the same\ntime, and a passenger standing at the rear end of the accommodation\ntrain distinctly saw the head-light of the express locomotive.The\nnight, however, was not a clear one, for an east wind had prevailed\nall day, driving a mist in from the sea which lay in banks over\nthe marshes, lifting at times so that distant objects were quite\nvisible, and then obscuring them in its heavy folds.Consequently it\ndid not at all follow, because the powerful reflecting head-light\nof the locomotive was visible from the accommodation train, that\nthe dim tail-lights of the latter were also visible to those on the\nlocomotive.The tail-lights in use by\nthe company were ordinary red lanterns without reflecting power.The station house at Revere stood at the end of a tangent, the\ntrack curving directly before it.Mary went back to the bathroom.In any ordinary weather the\ntail-lights of a train standing at this station would have been\nvisible for a very considerable distance down the track in the\ndirection of Boston, and even on the night of the accident they\nwere probably visible for a sufficient distance in which to stop\nany train approaching at a reasonable rate of speed.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Unfortunately\nthe engineer of the Portland express did not at once see them,\nhis attention being wholly absorbed in looking for other signals.Mary got the milk there.Certain freight train tracks to points on the shore diverged from\nthe main line at Revere, and the engine-drivers of all trains\napproaching that place were notified by signals at a masthead close\nto the station whether the switches were set for the main line or\nfor these freight tracks.A red lantern at the masthead indicated\nthat the main line was closed; in the absence of any signal it\nwas open.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.In looking for this signal as he approached Revere the\nengine-driver of the Portland express was simply attending closely\nto his business, for, had the red light been at the masthead, his\ntrain must at once have been stopped.Unfortunately, however, while\npeering through the mist at the masthead he overlooked what was\ndirectly before him, until, when at last he brought his eyes down to\nthe level, to use his own words at the subsequent inquest, \"the tail\nlights of the accommodation train seemed to spring right up in his\nface.\"Mary got the apple there.When those in charge of the two trains at almost the same moment\nbecame aware of the danger, there was yet an interval of some eight\nhundred feet between them.Mary moved to the hallway.The express train was, however, moving\nat a speed of some twenty-five or thirty miles an hour, and was\nequipped only with the old-fashioned hand-brake.In response to the\nsharply given signal from the whistle these were rapidly set, but\nthe rails were damp and slippery, so that the wheels failed to catch\nupon them, and,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.In the rear car of the accommodation train there were at the moment\nof the accident some sixty-five or seventy human beings, seated\nand standing.John went to the bedroom.They were of both sexes and of all ages; for it was\na Saturday evening in August, and many persons had, through the\nconfusion of the trains, been long delayed in their return from\nthe city to their homes at the sea-side.Daniel went back to the garden.The first intimation the\npassengers had of the danger impending over them was from the\nsudden and lurid illumination of the car by the glare from the\nhead-light of the approaching locomotive.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.One of them who survived\nthe disaster, though grievously injured, described how he was\ncarelessly watching a young man standing in the aisle, laughing\nand gayly chatting with four young girls, who were seated, when he\nsaw him turn and instantly his face, in the sudden blaze of the\nhead-light, assumed a look of frozen horror which was the single\nthing in the accident indelibly impressed on the survivor's memory;\nthat look haunted him.Sandra went back to the office.The car was crowded to its full capacity, and\nthe colliding locomotive struck it with such force as to bury itself\ntwo-thirds of its length in it.At the instant of the crash a panic\nhad seized upon the passengers, and a sort of rush had taken place\nto the forward end of the car, into which furniture, fixtures and\nhuman beings were crushed in a shapeless, indistinguishable mass.John took the football there.Meanwhile the blow had swept away the smoke-stack of the locomotive,\nand its forward truck had been forced back in some unaccountable way\nuntil it rested between its driving wheels and the tender, leaving\nthe entire boiler inside of the passenger car and supported on its\nrear truck.John journeyed to the kitchen.The valves had been so broken as to admit of the free\nescape of the scalding steam, while the coals from the fire-box\nwere scattered among the _d\u00e9bris_, and coming in contact with the\nfluid from the broken car lamps kindled the whole into a rapid\nblaze.John journeyed to the garden.Neither was the fire confined to the last car of the train.Mary went to the hallway.It has been mentioned that in the block at Everett a locomotive\nreturning to Salem had found itself stopped just in advance of the\naccommodation train.John left the football.At the suggestion of the engine-driver of that\ntrain this locomotive had there coupled on to it, and consequently\nmade a part of it at Revere.Mary went back to the bedroom.When the collision took place,\ntherefore, the four cars of which the accommodation train was made\nup were crushed between the weight of the entire colliding train on\none side and that of two locomotives on the other.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.That they were\nnot wholly demolished was due simply to the fact that the last car\nyielded to the blow,John travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went back to the office.As it was, the remaining cars\nwere jammed and shattered, and, though the passengers in them\nescaped, the oil from the broken lamps ignited, and before the\nflames could be extinguished the cars were entirely destroyed.Daniel journeyed to the garden.This accident resulted in the death of twenty-nine persons, and\nin more or less severe injuries to fifty-seven others.Mary took the apple there.No person,\nnot in the last car of the accommodation train was killed, and\none only was seriously injured.Of those in the last car more\nthan half lost their lives; many instantly by crushing, others by\ninhaling the scalding steam which poured forth from the locomotive\nboiler into the wreck, and which, where it did not kill, inflicted\nfrightful injuries.John went back to the hallway.Another quickly answer made:\n    \"This man is scarcely worthy aid;\n    'Tis said his harsh and cruel sway\n                   Has turned his children's love away.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Mary dropped the apple there.\"It matters not who owns the place,\n                   Or why neglect thus shows its face,\"\n                   A third replied; \"the fact is clear\n                   That fruit should hang no longer here.Sandra grabbed the football there.If worthy people here reside\n                   Then will our hands be well applied;\n                   And if unworthy folks we serve,\n                   Still better notice we'll deserve.\"[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n            \"You speak our minds so full and fair,\"\n          One loudly cried, \"that speech we'll spare.Mary travelled to the garden.But like the buttons on your back,\n      We'll follow closely in your track,\n    And do our part with willing hand,\n    Without one doubting _if_ or _and_.\"Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Kind deeds the Brownies often do\n      Unknown to me as well as you;\n        The wounded hare, by hunters maimed,\n          Is sheltered and supplied and tamed.Sandra went back to the hallway.The straying cat they sometimes find\n                   Half-starved, and chased by dogs unkind,\n                   And bring it home from many fears", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "And to the bird so young and bare,\n                                     With wings unfit to fan the air,\n                                     That preying owls had thought to rend\n                                     The Brownie often proves a friend.Daniel moved to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.[Illustration]\n\n                     Then bags and baskets were brought out\n                     From barns and buildings round about,\n                     With kettles, pans, and wooden-ware,\n                     That prying eyes discovered there;\n                     Nay, even blankets from the beds,\n                     The pillow-slips, and table-spreads\n    Were in some manner brought to light\n    To render service through the night.Daniel went back to the kitchen.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n                   If there's a place where Brownies feel\n                   At home with either hand or heel,\n                   And seem from all restrictions free,\n                   That place is in a branching tree.Daniel got the milk there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Daniel discarded the milk there.At times, with balance fair and fine\n                   They held their stations in a line;\n                   At times, in rivalry and pride\n                   To outer twigs they scattered wide;\n                   And oft with one united strain\n                   They shookSandra travelled to the hallway.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.So skilled at climbing were they all\n    The sum of accidents was small:\n    Some hats were crushed, some heads were sore,\n    Some backs were blue, ere work was o'er;\n                 For hands will slip and feet will slide,\n                 And boughs will break and forks divide,\n                 And hours that promise sport sublime\n                 May introduce a limping time.Daniel went back to the bedroom.John left the milk.Daniel got the apple there.So some who clambered up the tree\n    With ready use of hand and knee,\n    Found other ways they could descend\n    Than by the trunk, you may depend.Sandra picked up the milk there.The startled birds of night came out\n    And watched them as they moved about;\n    Concluding thieves were out in force\n    They cawed around the place till hoarse.Sandra went to the bathroom.John went to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the office.Mary travelled to the kitchen.But birds, like people, should be slow\n    To judge before the facts they know;\n                              For neither tramps nor thieves were here,\n                              But Brownies, honest and sincere,\n                              Who worked like mad to strip the trees\n                              Before they felt the morning breeze.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra dropped the milk.Sandra journeyed to the garden.And well they gauged their task and time,\n                              For ere the sun commenced to prime\n                   The sky with faintest tinge of red\n                   The Brownies from the orchard fled,\n                   While all the fruit was laid with care\n                   Beyond the reach of nipping air.John went to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE BROWNIES'John moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "[Illustration]\n\n    When fleets of yachts were sailing round\n    The rippling bay and ruffled sound,\n    And steering out where Neptune raves,\n    To try their speed in rougher waves,\n    The Brownies from a lofty place\n    Looked out upon the novel race.Mary moved to the kitchen.Said one: \"A race is under way.Mary travelled to the office.They'll start from somewhere in the bay,\n    To leave the frowning forts behind,\n    And Jersey headlands, as you'll find,\n    And sail around, as I surmise,\n    The light-ship that at anchor lies.Daniel grabbed the football there.All sails are spread, the masts will bend,\n    For some rich prize they now contend--\n    A golden cup or goblet fine,\n    Or punch-bowl of antique design.\"Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Another said: \"To-night, when all\n    Have left the boats, we'll make a call,\n    And boldly sail a yacht or two\n    Around that ship, as people do.Mary went back to the bedroom.[Illustration]\n\n    If I can read the signs aright\n    That nature shows 'twill be a night\n    When sails will stretch before the blast,\n    And not hang idly round the mast.\"John grabbed the milk there.[Illustration]\n\n    So thus they talked, and plans they laid,\n    And waited for the evening shade.And when the lamps in city square\n    And narrow street began to glare,\n    The Brownies ventured from their place\n    To find the yachts and sail their race.[Illustration]\n\n    In equal numbers now the band,\n    Divided up, the vessels manned.John put down the milk.Short time they wasted in debate\n    Who should be captain, cook, or mate;\n    But it was settled at the start\n    That all would take an active part,\n    And be prepared to pull and haul\n    If trouble came in shape of squall.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.For in the cunning Brownie crowd\n    No domineering is allowed;\n    All stand alike with equal power,\n    And friendly feeling rules the hour.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\n    The Brownies' prophecy was true.John got the milk there.Mary took the apple there.Mary left the apple.The learned priests of Egypt are said to have made considerable progress\nin astronomical sciences.John journeyed to the bedroom.The _gnomon_, discovered by me in December, last year, in the ruined\ncity of Mayapan, would tend to prove that the learned men of Mayab were\nnot only close observers of the march of the celestial bodies and good\nmathematicians; but that their attainments in astronomy were not\ninfer", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went to the bedroom.Effectively the\nconstruction of the gnomon shows that they had found the means of\ncalculating the latitude of places, that they knew the distance of the\nsolsticeal points from the equator; they had found that the greatest\nangle of declination of the sun, 23 deg.27', occurred when that\nluminary reached the tropics where, during nearly three days, said angle\nof declination does not vary, for which reason they said that the _sun_\nhad arrived at his resting place.John moved to the garden.The Egyptians, it is said, in very remote ages, divided the year by\nlunations, as the Mayas, who divided their civil year into eighteen\nmonths, of twenty days, that they called U--moon--to which they added\nfive supplementary days, that they considered unlucky.From an epoch so\nancient that it is referred to the fabulous time of their history, the\nEgyptians adopted the solar year, dividing it into twelve months, of\nthirty days, to which they added, at the end of the last month, called\n_Mesore_, five days, named _Epact_.By a most remarkable coincidence, the Egyptians, as the Mayas,\nconsidered these additive five days _unlucky_.Besides this solar year they had a sideral or sothic year, composed of\n365 days and 6 hours, which corresponds exactly to the Mayas[TN-25]\nsacred year, that Landa tells us was also composed of 365 days and 6\nhours; which they represented in the gnomon of Mayapan by the line that\njoins the centers of the stela that forms it.The Egyptians, in their computations, calculated by a system of _fives_\nand _tens_; the Mayas by a system of _fives_ and _twenties_, to four\nhundred.Their sacred number appears to have been 13 from the remotest\nantiquity, but SEVEN seems to have been a _mystic number_ among them as\namong the Hindoos, Aryans, Chaldeans, Egyptians, and other nations.The Egyptians made use of a septenary system in the arrangement of the\ngrand gallery in the center of the great pyramid.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Each side of the wall\nis made of seven courses of finely polished stones, the one above\noverlapping that below, thus forming the triangular ceiling common to\nall the edifices in Yucatan.Sandra moved to the hallway.This gallery is said to be seven times the\nheight of the other passages, and, as all the rooms in Uxmal, Chichen\nand other places in Mayab, it is seven-sided.Sandra got the football there.Sandra put down the football.Daniel moved to the hallway.Mary took the milk there.Some authors pretend to\nassume that this well marked septenary system has reference to the\n_Pleiades_ or _Seven stars_._Alcyone_, the central star of the group,\nbeing, it is said, on the same meridian as the pyramid, when it was\nconstructed, and _Alpha_ of Draconis, the then pole star, at its lower", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the office.Joseph A. Seiss and others pretend, the scientific\nattainments required for the construction of such enduring monument\nsurpassed those of the learned men of Egypt, we must, of necessity,\nbelieve that the architect who conceived the plan and carried out its\ndesigns must have acquired his knowledge from an older people,\npossessing greater learning than the priests of Memphis; unless we try\nto persuade ourselves, as the reverend gentleman wishes us to, that the\ngreat pyramid was built under the direct inspiration of the Almighty.Mary went back to the kitchen.John picked up the football there.Nearly all the monuments of Yucatan bear evidence that the Mayas had a\npredilection for number SEVEN.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John put down the football.Since we find that their artificial\nmounds were composed of seven superposed platforms; that the city of\nUxmal contained seven of these mounds; that the north side of the palace\nof King CAN was adorned with seven turrets; that the entwined serpents,\nhis totem, which adorn the east facade of the west wing of this\nbuilding, have seven rattles; that the head-dress of kings and queens\nwere adorned with seven blue feathers; in a word, that the number SEVEN\nprevails in all places and in everything where Maya influence has\npredominated.Sandra got the apple there.It is a FACT, and one that may not be altogether devoid of significance,\nthat this number SEVEN seems to have been the mystic number of many of\nthe nations of antiquity.John went to the office.John went back to the garden.John moved to the bathroom.It has even reached our times as such, being\nused as symbol[TN-26] by several of the secret societies existing among\nus.Sandra left the apple.Daniel journeyed to the office.If we look back through the vista of ages to the dawn of civilized life\nin the countries known as the _old world_, we find this number SEVEN\namong the Asiatic nations as well as in Egypt and Mayab.John went back to the garden.John travelled to the office.Effectively, in\nBabylon, the celebrated temple of _the seven lights_ was made of _seven_\nstages or platforms.John travelled to the garden.In the hierarchy of Mazdeism, the _seven marouts_,\nor genii of the winds, the _seven amschaspands_; then among the Aryans\nand their descendants, the _seven horses_ that drew the chariot of the\nsun, the _seven apris_ or shape of the flame, the _seven rays_ of Agni,\nthe _seven manons_ or criators of the Vedas; among the Hebrews, the\n_seven days_ of the creation, the _seven lamps_ of the ark and of\nZacharias's vision, the _seven branches_ of the golden candlestick, the\n_seven days_ of the feast of the dedication of the temple of Solomon,\nthe _seven years_ of plenty, the _seven years_ of famine; in the\nChristian dispensation, the _seven_ churches with the _seven_ angels at", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"Very neat,\" growled Heywood, who in the same instant, with a great\nshove, managed to fling down the ladder.While he spoke, however, something hurtled over their heads and thumped\nthe platform.John travelled to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.The queer log, or cylinder, lay there with a red coal\nsputtering at one end, a burning fuse.Heywood snatched at it and\nmissed.Some one else caught up the long bulk, and springing to his\nfeet, swung it aloft.Firelight showed the bristling moustache of\nKempner, his long, thin arms poising a great bamboo case bound with\nrings of leather or metal.He threw it out with his utmost force,\nstaggered as though to follow it; then, leaping back, straightened his\ntall body with a jerk, flung out one arm in a gesture of surprise, no\nsooner rigid than drooping; and even while he seemed inflated for\nanother of his speeches, turned half-round and dove into the garden and\nthe night.By the ending of it, he had redeemed a somewhat rancid life.Before, the angle was alive with swarming heads.As he fell, it was\nempty, and the assault finished; for below, the bamboo tube burst with a\nsound that shook the wall; liquid flame, the Greek fire of stink-pot\nchemicals, squirted in jets that revealed a crowd torn asunder, saffron\nfaces contorted in shouting, and men who leapt away with clothes afire\nand powder-horns bursting at their sides.Dim figures scampered off, up\nthe rising ground.\"That's over,\" panted Heywood.Mary picked up the milk there.\"Thundering good lesson,--Here, count\nnoses.Sturgeon, Teppich, Padre, Captain?Mary went back to the bedroom.Sandra took the football there.Sandra moved to the office.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John journeyed to the bedroom.but\nlook sharp, while I go inspect.\"\"Come down,\nwon't you, and help me with--you know.\"John went back to the bathroom.At the foot of the ladder, they met a man in white, with a white face in\nwhat might be the dawn, or the pallor of the late-risen moon.Sandra put down the football.He hailed them in a dry voice, and cleared his throat,\n\"Where is she?It was here, accordingly, while Heywood stooped over a tumbled object on\nthe ground, that Rudolph told her husband what Bertha Forrester had\nchosen.Mary discarded the milk.The words came harder than before, but at last he got rid of\nthem.It was like telling the news of\nan absent ghost to another present.\"This town was never a place,\" said Gilly, with all his former\nsteadiness,--\"never a place to bring a woman.Sandra moved to the kitchen.All three men listened to the conflict of gongs and crackers, and to the\nshouting, now muffled and distant behind the knoll.All three, as it\nseemed to Rudolph, had consented to ignore something vile.\"That's all", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the hallway.\"I must get\nback to my post.You didn't say, but--She made no attempt to come here?For some time again they stood as though listening, till Heywood\nspoke:--\n\n\"Holding your own, are you, by the water gate?\"\"Oh, yes,\" replied Forrester, rousing slightly.Heywood skipped up the ladder, to return with a rifle.Daniel moved to the bathroom.\"And this belt--Kempner's.Poor chap, he'll never ask you to return\nthem.--Anything else?\"Daniel went back to the garden.\"No,\" answered Gilly, taking the dead man's weapon, and moving off into\nthe darkness.Sandra moved to the kitchen.\"Except if we come to a pinch,\nand need a man for some tight place, then give me first chance.John moved to the kitchen.I could do better, now, than--than you younger men.Oh, and Hackh;\nyour efforts to-night--Well, few men would have dared, and I feel\nimmensely grateful.\"Sandra grabbed the apple there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.He disappeared among the orange trees, leaving Rudolph to think about\nsuch gratitude.\"Now, then,\" called Heywood, and stooped to the white bundle at their\nfeet.Trust old Gilly to take it\nlike a man.And between them the two friends carried to the nunnery a tiresome\ntheorist, who had acted once, and now, himself tired and limp, would\noffend no more by speaking.When the dawn filled the compound with a deep blue twilight, and this in\nturn grew pale, the night-long menace of noise gradually faded also,\nlike an orgy of evil spirits dispersing before cockcrow.Sandra moved to the garden.To ears long\ndeafened, the wide stillness had the effect of another sound, never\nheard before.Even when disturbed by the flutter of birds darting from\ntop to dense green top of the orange trees, the air seemed hushed by\nsome unholy constraint.Through the cool morning vapors, hot smoke from\nsmouldering wreckage mounted thin and straight, toward where the pale\ndisk of the moon dissolved in light.The convex field stood bare, except\nfor a few overthrown scarecrows in naked yellow or dusty blue, and for a\njagged strip of earthwork torn from the crest, over which the Black Dog\nthrust his round muzzle.In a truce of empty silence, the defenders\nslept by turns among the sand-bags.John got the football there.The day came, and dragged by without incident.The sun blazed in the\ncompound, swinging overhead, and slanting down through the afternoon.At\nthe water gate, Rudolph, Heywood, and the padre, with a few forlorn\nChristians,--driven in like sheep, at the last moment,--were building\na rough screen against the arrows that had flown in darkness, and that\nnow lay scattered along the path.One of these a workman suddenly caught\nat, and with a grunt, held up before the padre.About the shaft, wound tightly with silk thread, ran\na thin rollMary journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Earle nodded, took the arrow, and slitting with a pocket-knife,\nfreed and flattened out a painted scroll of complex characters.Sandra went to the garden.His keen\nold eyes ran down the columns.His face, always cloudy now, grew darker\nwith perplexity.He sat\ndown on a pile of sacks, and spread the paper on his knee.\"But the\ncharacters are so elaborate--I can't make head or tail.\"Daniel went back to the garden.He beckoned Heywood, and together they scowled at the intricate and\nmeaningless symbols.\"No, see here--lower left hand.\"Friend Cohen came in one afternoon, and related several anecdotes of the\nMaroquine Court.Brown was attending the Sultan, the Vizier\nmanaged to get hold of his cocked hat, and placing it upon his head,\nstrutted about in the royal gardens.Whilst performing this feat before\nseveral attendants, the Sultan suddenly made his appearance in the midst\nof them.The minister seeing him, fell down in a fright and a fit.His\nImperial Highness beckoned to the minister in such woful plight, to\npacify himself, and put his cloak before his mouth to prevent any one\nfrom seeing him laugh at the minister, which he did most immoderately.Cohen, who is a quack, was once consulted on a case of the harem.Cohen\npleaded ignorance, God had not given him the wit; he could do nothing\nfor the patient of his Imperial Highness.This was very politic of\nCohen, for another quack, a Moor, had just been consulted, and had had\nhis head taken off, for not being successful in the remedies he\nprescribed.There would not be quite so much medicine administered among\nus, weak, cracky, crazy mortals, in this cold damp clime, if such an\nalternative was proposed to our practitioners.The Maroquine dynasties.--Family of the Shereefian Monarchs.--Personal\nappearances and character of Muley Abd Errahman.--Refutation of the\ncharge of human sacrifices against the Moorish Princes.--Genealogy of\nthe reigning dynasty of Morocco.--The tyraufc Yezeed, (half\nIrish).--Muley Suleiman, the \"The Shereeff of Shereefs.\"--Diplomatic\nrelations of the Emperor of Morocco with European Powers.--Muley Ismael\nenamoured with the French Princess de Conti.--Rival diplomacy of France\nand England near the Maroquine Court.--Mr.Daniel went to the office.Hay's correspondence with\nthis Court on the Slave-trade.--Treaties between Great Britain and\nMorocco; how defective and requiring amendment.--Unwritten engagements.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Morocco, an immense and unwieldly remnant of the monarchies formed by\nthe Saracens, or first Arabian conquerors of Africa, has had a series of\ndynasties terminating in that of the Shereefs.The Edristees (pure Saracens,) their capital was Fez, founded by\ntheir great progenitor, Edrio.789, and\ncontinued to 9Sandra put down the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The Fatamites (also Saracens.)These conquered Egypt, and were the\nfaction of or lineal descendants of the daughter of the Prophet, the\nbeautiful pearl-like Fatima, succeeding to the above: this dynasty\ncontinued to 972.Daniel moved to the office.The Zuheirites (Zeirities, or Zereids) were usurpers of the former\nconquerors; their dynasty terminated in 1070.Sandra went back to the office.Moravedi (or Marabouteen,) that is to say, Marabouts, [2] who rose\ninto consequence about 1050, and their first prince was Aberbekr Omer El\nLamethounx, a native of Sous.These are supposed to be sprung from the Berber\ntribes.Sandra travelled to the garden.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John journeyed to the office.They conquered all North Western Morocco, and reigned about one\nhundred years, the dynasty terminated in 1269.These in 1250 subjugated the kingdoms of Fez and\nMorocco; and in 1480 their dynasty terminated with the Shereef.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel picked up the football there.The Oatagi (or Ouatasi) [3] were a tribe of obscure origin.In\ntheir time, the Portuguese established themselves on the coast of\nMorocco; their dynasty ended in 1550.Daniel left the football.The Shereefs (Oulad Ali) of the present dynasty, whose founder was\nHasein, have now occupied the Imperial throne more than three centuries.Daniel moved to the bathroom.This family of Shereefs came from the neighbourhood of Medina in Arabia,\nand succeeded to the empire of Morocco by a series of usurpations.Sandra took the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.They\nare divided into two branches, the Sherfah Hoseinee, so named from the\nfounder of the dynasty, who began to reign at Taroudant and Morocco in\n1524, and over all the empire in 1550, and the Sherfah El Fileli, or\nTafilett, whose ancestor was Muley Shereef Ben Ali-el-Hoseinee, and\nassumed sovereign power at Tafilett in 1648, from which country he\nextended his authority over all the provinces of that empire.Thus the\nShereefs began their reign in the middle of the seventeenth century, and\nhave now wielded the sword of the Prophet as Caliph of the West these\nlast two hundred years.I have not heard that there is anywhere a\ndynasty of Shereefs except in this country.Sandra left the apple.Sandra went back to the office.They are, therefore,\nprofoundly venerated by all true Mussulmen.Daniel went to the office.It was a great error to\nsuppose that Abd-el-Kader could have succeeded in dethroning the Emperor\nduring the hostilities of the Emir against the lineal representative of\nthe Prophet.Daniel picked up the football there.Abd-el-Kader is a marabout warrior, greatly revered and\nidolized byJohn journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the bedroom.Morocco is the only independent Mussulman kingdom remaining, founded by\nthe Saracens when they conquered North Africa.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.Tunis and Tripoli are\nregencies of the Port of Tunis, having an hereditary Bey, while Tripoli\nis a simple Pasha, removable at pleasure.Algeria has now become an\nintegral portion of France by the Republic.Muley Abd Errahman was nominated to the throne by the solemn and dying\nrequest of his uncle, Muley Suleiman, to the detriment of his own\nchildren.He belonged to one of the most illustrious branches of the reigning\ndynasty.Sandra journeyed to the office.In the natural order of succession, he ought to have taken\npossession of the Shereefian crown at the end of the last age; but,\nbeing a child, his uncle was preferred; for Mahometan sovereigns and\nempire are exposed to convulsions enough, without the additional dangers\nand elements of strife attendant on regencies.In transmitting the sceptre to him, Muley Suleiman, therefore, only\nperformed an act of justice.Muley Abd Errahman, during his long reign, rendered the imperial\nauthority more solid than formerly, and established a species of\nconservative government in a semi-barbarous country, and exposed to\ncontinual commotions, like all Asiatic and African states.It might also be considered whether the Company could not\nfind some source of income for the Deaconate in case this orphanage\nis not quite completed without further expenditure, and care must be\ntaken that the deacons strictly observe the rules laid down for them\nin the Regulation of His Excellency the Governor and the Council of\nCeylon of January 2, 1666.The present matron, Catharina Cornelisz,\nwidow of the late Krankbezoeker Dupree, must be directed to follow\nthe rules laid down for her by the Governor here on November 4, 1694,\nand approved in Colombo.That all the inferior colleges mentioned\nhere successively have to be renewed yearly by the Political Council\nis such a well-known matter that I do not think it would escape\nyour attention; but, as approbation from Colombo has to be obtained\nfor the changes made they have to be considered early, so that the\napprobation may be received here in time.The usual date is June 23,\nthe day of the conquest of this territory, but this date has been\naltered again to June 13, 1696, by His Excellency the Governor and\nthe Council of Colombo.[45]\n\nThe assessment of all measures and weights must likewise be renewed\nevery year, in the presence of the Fiscaal and Commissioners;\nbecause the deceitful nature of these inhabitants is so great that\nthey seem not to be able to help cheating each other.The proceeds\nof this marking, which usually amounts to Rds.70 or 80, are for the\nlargest part given to some deserving person as a subsistence.On my\narrival here I found that it had been granted to the Vryburger Jurrian\nVerwyk, who is an old", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The\npost has, however, been left to him, and his son-in-law Jan Fransz,\nalso a Vryburger, has been appointed his assistant.The last time\nthe proceeds amounted to 80 rds.John took the football there.3 fannums, 8 tammekassen and 2 1/2\nduyten, as may be seen from the report of the Commissioners bearing\ndate December 13, 1696.This amount has been disposed of as follows:--\n\n\n        For the Assizer                      Rds.60.0.0.0\n        For the assistant to the Assizer      \"    6.0.0.0\n        Balance to the Company's account      \"   14.3.8.2 1/2\n                                                  ============\n                                    Total    Rds.80.3.8.2 1/2\n\n\nIt must be seen to that the Assizer, having been sworn, observes\nhis instructions as extracted from the Statutes of Batavia, as made\napplicable to the customs of this country by the Government here on\nMarch 3, 1666.John moved to the bedroom.In compliance with orders from Batavia contained in the letter of June\n24, 1696, sums on interest may not be deposited with the Company here,\nas may be seen also from a letter sent from here to Batavia on August\n18 following, where it is stated that all money deposited thus must\nbe refunded.This order has been carried out, and the only deposits\nretained are those of the Orphan Chamber, the Deaconate, the Seminary,\nand the Widows' fund, for which permission had been obtained by letter\nof December 15 of the same year.As the Seminary no longer possesses\nany fund of its own, no deposit on that account is now left with\nthe Company.John discarded the football.Sandra went to the bedroom.John took the football there.Your Honours must see that no other sums on interest\nare accepted in deposit, as this Commandement has more money than\nis necessary for its expenditure and even to assist other stations,\nsuch as Trincomalee, &c., for which yearly Rds.John dropped the football.16,000 to 18,000\nare required, and this notwithstanding that Coromandel receives the\nproceeds from the sale of elephants here, while we receive only the\nmoney drafts.[46]\n\nNo money drafts are to be passed here on behalf of private persons,\nwhether Company's servants or otherwise, in any of the outstations,\nbut in case any person wishes to remit money to Batavia, this may be", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "When this is obtained, the draft is prepared\nat Colombo and only signed here by the Treasurer on receipt of the\namount.John went back to the garden.This is specially mentioned here in order that Your Honours may\nalso remember in such cases the Instructions sent by the Honourable the\nGovernment of India in the letters of May 3, 1695, and June 3, 1696,\nin the former of which it is stated that no copper coin, and in the\nlatter that Pagodas are to be received here on behalf of the Company\nfor such drafts, each Pagoda being counted at Rds.[47]\n\nThe golden Pagoda is a coin which was never or seldom known to be\nforged, at least so long as the King of Golconda or the King of the\nCarnatic was sovereign in Coromandel.But the present war, which has\nraged for the last ten years in that country, seems to have taken away\nto some extent the fear of evil and the disgrace which follows it,\nand to have given opportunity to some to employ cunning in the pursuit\nof gain.It has thus happened that on the coast beyond Porto Novo,\nin the domain of these lords of the woods (Boschheeren) or Paligares,\nPagodas have been made which, although not forged, are yet inferior\nin quality; while the King of Sinsi Rama Ragie is so much occupied\nwith the present war against the Mogul, that he has no time to pay\nattention to the doings of these Paligares.Daniel went to the bathroom.Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.According to a statement\nmade by His Excellency the Governor Laurens Pyl and the Council of\nNegapatam in their letter of November 4, 1695, five different kinds\nof such inferior Pagodas have been received, valued at 7 3/8, 7 1/8,\n7 5/8, 7 7/8, and 8 3/4 of unwrought gold.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.A notice was published\ntherefore on November 18, following, to warn the people against the\nacceptance of such Pagodas, and prohibiting their introduction into\nthis country.When the Company's Treasury was verified by a Committee,\n1,042 of these Pagodas were found.Daniel went to the garden.Intimation was sent to Colombo on\nDecember 31, 1695.The Treasurer informed me when I was in Colombo\nthat he had sent them to Trincomalee, and as no complaints have been\nreceived, it seems that the Sinhalese in that quarter did not know\nhow to distinguish them from the current Pagodas.John went back to the kitchen.As I heard that\nthe inferior Pagodas had been already introduced here, while it was\nimpossible to get rid of them, as many of the people of Jaffnapatam\nand the merchants made a profit on them by obtaining them at a lower\nrate in Coromandel and passing them here to ignorant people at the\nfull value, a banker from Negapatam able to distinguish the good from\nthe inferior coins has been asked to test all Pagodas, so that the\nDaniel discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In the meantime, the clouds of war began to thicken in another quarter.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Colonel Averitt had been informed of the _coup d'etat_ related above,\nand determined to prevent any further depredations on his flock by a\nstroke of masterly generalship, worthy of his prowess in the late war\nwith Great Britain.Mary grabbed the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.And now it becomes proper to introduce upon the scene the most important\npersonage in this history, and the hero of the whole story.I allude, of\ncourse, to the bold, calm, dignified, undaunted and imperturbable\nnatural guardian of the Colonel's fold--Billy Goat!Sandra moved to the office.He boasted of a beard longer, whiter, and more venerable than a\nhigh-priest in Masonry; his mane emulated that of the king of beasts;\nhis horns were as crooked, and almost as long, as the Cashie River, on\nwhose banks he was born; his tail might have been selected by some\nSpanish hidalgo, as a coat of arms, emblematic of the pride and hauteur\nof his family; whilst his _tout ensemble_ presented that dignity of\ndemeanor, majesty of carriage, consciousness of superior fortune, and\ndefiance of all danger, which we may imagine characterized the elder\nNapoleon previous to the battle of Waterloo.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John picked up the apple there.John put down the apple there.But our hero possessed\nmoral qualities quite equal to his personal traits.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra left the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.He was brave to a\nfault, combative to a miracle, and as invincible in battle as he was\nbelligerent in mood.The sight of a coat-tail invariably excited his\nanger, and a red handkerchief nearly distracted him with rage.Indeed,\nhe had recently grown so irascible that Colonel Averitt was compelled to\nkeep him shut up in the fowl-yard, a close prisoner, to protect him from\na justly indignant neighborhood.Such was the champion that the Colonel now released and placed at the\nhead of the opposing forces.John journeyed to the office.Sandra took the milk there.Saturday came at last, and the entire\nmorning was devoted to the construction of the proper number of wooden\nbits, twine bridle-reins, leather stirrups and pasteboard saddles.Daniel journeyed to the garden.By\ntwelve o'clock everything was ready, and the order given to march.We\nwere disappointed in not finding the enemy at his accustomed haunt, and\nhad to prolong our march nearly half a mile before we came up with him.Our scouts, however, soon discovered him in an old field, lying encamped\nbeneath some young persimmon bushes, and entirely unconscious of\nimpending danger.We approached stealthily, according to our usual plan,\nand then at a concerted signal rushed headlong upon the foe.Sandra moved to the bathroom.But we had\nno sooner given the alarm than our enemies sprang to their feet, and\nclustered aboutSandra left the milk.John left the apple.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The captain, however, was not to be daunted or foiled; he boldly made a\nplunge at the champion of our adversaries, and would have succeeded in\nseizing him by the horns, if he had not been unfortunately butted over\nbefore he could reach them.Sandra took the football there.Sandra left the football.Two or three of our bravest comrades flew to\nhis assistance, but met with the same fate before they could rescue him\nfrom danger.Sandra went to the bathroom.The remainder of us drew off a short but prudent distance\nfrom the field of battle, to hold a council of war, and determine upon a\nplan of operations.In a few moments our wounded companions joined us,\nand entreated us to close at once upon the foe and surround him.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.John went to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.They\ndeclared they were not afraid to beard the lion in his den, and that\nbeing butted heels over head two or three times but whetted their\ncourage, and incited them to deeds of loftier daring.Their eloquence,\nhowever, was more admired than their prudence, and a large majority of\nthe council decided that \"it was inopportune, without other munitions of\nwar than those we had upon the field, to risk a general engagement.\"It\nwas agreed, however, _nem.John picked up the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.Mary went back to the office.Daniel moved to the office.Sandra went back to the hallway.con._, that on the next Saturday we would\nprovide ourselves with ropes and fishing-poles, and such other arms as\nmight prove advantageous, and proceed to surround and noose our most\nformidable enemy, overpower him by the force of numbers, and take him\nprisoner at all hazards.Having fully determined upon this plan of\nattack, we hoisted our flag once more, ordered the drum to beat Yankee\nDoodle, and retreated in most excellent order from the field--our foe\nnot venturing to pursue us.The week wore slowly and uneasily away.The clouds of war were gathering\nrapidly, and the low roll of distant thunder announced that a battle\nstorm of no ordinary importance was near at hand.Mary picked up the football there.Daniel dropped the apple there.Daniel went to the kitchen.Colonel Averitt, by\nsome traitorous trick of war, had heard of our former defeat, and\npublicly taunted our commander with his failure.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Indeed, more than one\nof the villagers had heard of the disastrous result of the campaign, and\nsent impertinent messages to those who had been wounded in the\nencounter.Two or three of the young ladies, also, in the girls'\ndepartment, had been inoculated with the _fun_ (as it was absurdly\ndenominated), and a leather medal was pinned most provokingly to the\nshort jacket of the captain by one of those hoydenish Amazons.Daniel moved to the bathroom.All these events served to whet the courage of our men,John put down the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.Some of\nthe officers proceeded so far as to threaten Colonel Averitt himself,\nand at one time, I am confident, he stood in almost as much danger as\nthe protector of his flock.Sandra went to the bathroom.Saturday came at last, and at the first blast of the bugle, we formed\ninto line, and advanced with great alacrity into the enemy's country.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary got the football there.After marching half an hour, our scouts hastily returned, with the\ninformation that the enemy was drawn up, in full force, near the scene\nof the Persimmon bush battle.Mary dropped the football.We advanced courageously to within\nspeaking distance, and then halted to breathe the troops and prepare for\nthe engagement.John went to the hallway.We surveyed our enemies with attention, but without\nalarm.John moved to the bedroom.Though sometimes I accumulate\n      A fortune soon, and vast--\n    A beggar at the good man's gate,\n      My pupil stands at last.My first is irrational,\n    My second is rational,\n    My third mechanical,\n    My whole scientific?Why is a horse an anomaly in the hunting-field?Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the office.Because the\nbetter-tempered he is the easier he takes a-fence (offence).What most resembles a cat looking out of a garret window, amid a\nsheltering bower of jessamine and woodbine?A cat looking into a garret\nwindow under the same circumstances.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.A word there is five syllables contains;\n    Take one away--not one of them remains!Daniel picked up the football there.If a man attempts to jump a ditch, and falls, why is he likely to\nmiss the beauties of Summer?Daniel dropped the football.Because the Fall follows right after the\nSpring, unless he makes a Summer-set between them.Sandra went to the bathroom.What does an iron-clad vessel of war, with four inches of steel plating\nand all its guns on board, weigh just before starting on a cruise?Mary travelled to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.Why is drunkenness like a ragged coat?Sandra moved to the hallway.Mary moved to the bedroom.Why is a proud lady like a music book?Mary went back to the hallway.John went to the office.Why is a pianist like the warder of a prison?Why is an avaricious merchant like a Turk?Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the kitchen.When is a plant to be dreaded more than a mad dog?Mary went to the garden.Mary picked up the milk there.Why is a harmonium like the Bank of England?Daniel went back to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.Because the longer it burns the less it\nbecomes.Why can no man say his time is his own?Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Because it is made up of hours\n(ours).Why is a hen walking like a base conspiracy?Because it is", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Because it lasts from night\ntill morning.Why is a ship the politest thing in the world?Because she always\nadvances with a bow.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Because it only requires two heads\nand an application.Why should a thirsty man always carry a watch?Sandra went to the office.Because there's a spring\ninside of it.John went to the bedroom.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John moved to the bathroom.Why is a well-trained horse like a benevolent man?Because he stops at\nthe sound of wo (woe).Why is a miser like a man with a short memory?Because he is always for\ngetting (forgetting).Why are clergymen like cabinet-makers when performing the marriage\nceremony?Why is it easy to break into an old man's house?Mary picked up the milk there.Because his gait\n(gate) is broken and his locks are few.Why should the world become blind if deprived of its philosophers?Why are blacksmiths the most discontented of tradesmen?Because they\nare always on the strike for wages.Why would a great gourmand make a very clumsy dressmaker?Because the\nmore he takes in, the more he tucks out.John went to the bedroom.Why is a baker the cheapest landlord but the dearest builder?He is the\ncheapest landlord when he can sell you a little cottage for twopence;\nwhen he is the dearest builder is when he charges you sixpence for a\nbrick.What is the difference between a man who has nothing to do and a\nlaborer?John went back to the bathroom.The one gets a great deal of \"otium cum dig.,\" the latter a\ngreat deal of dig without otium.Why should not ladies and gentlemen take castor oil?Because it's only\nintended for working-people.Sandra went to the garden.An ugly little fellow, that some might call a pet,\n    Was easily transmuted to a parson when he ate;\n    And when he set off running, an Irishman was he,\n    Then took to wildly raving, and hung upon a tree?Mary discarded the milk.Cur, cur-ate, Cur-ran, currant!Why is a gooseberry-tart, or even a plum-tart, like a bad dime?You like to pay a good price and have the finest work, of course; but\nwhat is that of which the common sort is best?When you go for ten cents' worth of very sharp, long tin-tacks, what do\nyou want them for?Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Where did Noah strike the first nail in the ark?When was paper money first mentioned in the Bible?When the dove\nbrought the green back to Noah.What was the difference between Noah's ark and Joan of Arc?One was\nmade of wood, the other was Maid of Orleans.There is a word of three syllables, from which if you take away five\nletters a male will remain; if you take away four, a female will be\nconspicuous; if you take away three, a great man will appear; and the\nwhole shows you what Joan of Arc was?It", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.Oh, I shall faint,\n      Call, call the priest to lay it!Mary dropped the football.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Transpose it, and to king and saint,\n      And great and good you pay it?There are a good many of us here worth a poet's attention.Mary moved to the bathroom.SARK\nsays the thing is easy enough.\"Toss 'em off in no time,\" says he.\"There's the SQUIRE now, who has not lately referred to his Plantagenet\nparentage.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Apostrophising him in Committee on Evicted Tenants Bill one\nmight have said:--\n\n  SQUIRE, noble hearted, shine, for ever shine;\n  Though not of hallowed yet of royal line.\"Daniel went back to the office._Business done._--Appropriation Bill read second time.Sir WILFRID LAWSON and others said \"Dam.\"Sandra picked up the apple there.John moved to the garden._Saturday._--Appropriation Bill read third time this morning.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.Prorogation served with five o'clock tea.said one of the House of Commons waiters loitering at the\ngateway of Palace Yard and replying to inquiring visitor from the\ncountry.Sandra travelled to the office.[Illustration: THE IMPERIAL SHEFFIELD NINE-PIN.Sandra dropped the apple.Daniel grabbed the apple there.*       *       *       *       *\n\nTO DOROTHY.(_My Four-year-old Sweetheart._)\n\n  To make sweet hay I was amazed to find\n    You absolutely did not know the way,\n  Though when you did, it seemed much to your mind\n                  To make sweet hay.You were kind\n  Enough to answer, \"Why, _of course_, you may.\"I kissed your pretty face with hay entwined,\n  We made sweet hay.Sandra went back to the kitchen.But what will Mother say\n    If in a dozen years we're still inclined\n                  To make sweet hay?*       *       *       *       *\n\n[Transcriber's Note:\n\nAlternative spellings retained.\"To learn by _memory_\" (or by \"_rote_\") conveys to my own mind a very\ndifferent notion from what I conceive to be expressed by the words \"To\nlearn by _heart_.\"Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Just as there is an evident difference between a\n_gentleman in heart and feeling_, and a _gentleman in manners and\neducation only_; so there is a like difference (as I conceive) between\nlearning by heart and learningMary moved to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "To learn by\n_memory_ is to learn by _rote_, as a parrot: to learn by _heart_ is to\nlearn _morally--practically_.Thus, we say, we give our hearts to our\npursuits: we \"love God with all our hearts,\" pray to Him \"with the\nspirit, and with the understanding,\" and \"with the heart believe unto\nrighteousness:\" we \"ponder in our hearts,\" \"muse in our hearts,\" and\n\"keep things in our hearts,\" i. e.).--Claudius Minois, in his Commentaries on\nthe _Emblemata_ of Alciatus, gives the following etymology of\n\"Auriga:\"--\n\n  \"Auriga non dicitur ab auro, sed ab aureis: sunt enim aureae lora\n  sive fraeni, qui equis ad aures alligantur; sicut oreae, quibus ora\n  coercentur.\"--_Alciati Emblemata_, Emb.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.W. R.\n\n  Hospitio Chelhamensi._Vineyards in England_ (Vol.).--Add to\nthe others _Wynyard_, so far north as Durham.John went to the kitchen.Barker lived in West Square, St.George's Fields, a square directly opposite the Philanthropic Society's\nchapel._Barker, the original Panorama Painter._--MR.CUNNINGHAM is quite\ncorrect in stating Robert Barker to be the originator of the Panorama.Mary went back to the bathroom.His first work of the kind was a view of Edinburgh, of which city, I\nbelieve, he was a native.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra took the milk there.On his death, in 1806, he was succeeded by his son, Mr.Henry Aston\nBarker, the Mr.John moved to the office.Barker referred to by A. G. This gentleman and his wife\n(one of the daughters of the late Admiral Bligh) are both living, and\nreside at Bitton, a village lying midway between this city and Bath.Bristol, June 2, 1851.).--ARUN's Query is fully\nanswered by a reference to Mrs.Mary got the apple there.Jameson's _Sacred and Legendary Art_,\nvol.379., where the bell is shown to be emblematic of the\nsaint's power to exorcise evil spirits, and reference is made to several\npaintings (and an engraving given of one) in which it is represented.The phrase \"A Tantony Pig\" is also explained, for which see further\nHalliwell's _Dict._Essay on the Irony of Sophocles, &c._ (Vol.).--Three\nQueries by NEMO: 1.Connop Thirlwall, now Bishop of St.David's, is the author of the essay in question.Mary dropped the apple there.39.:--_Errare_ mehercule _malo cum Platone... quam cum\nistis vera sentire_; (again), Cicero, _ad Attic._", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "7.:--_Malle_, quod dixerim, me _cum Pompeio vinci, quam cum istis\nvincere_.The remark is Aristotle's; but the same had been said of\nHomer by Plato himself:\n\n  \"Aristot.is\n  reluctant to criticise Plato's doctrine of _Ideas_, [Greek: dia to\n  philous andras eisagagein ta eide]: but, he adds, the truth must\n  nevertheless be spoken:--[Greek: amphoin gar ontoin philoin,\n  hosion protiman ten aletheian.]\"Plato [_de Repub._, X. cap.]:--[Greek: Philia tis me\n  kai aidos ek paidos echousa peri Homerou apokolyei legein... all'\n  ou gar pro ge tes aletheias timeteos aner.]\"_Achilles and the Tortoise_ (Vol.Mary grabbed the football there.T. Coleridge has\nexplained this paradox in _The Friend_, vol.1850: a\nnote is subjoined regarding Aristotle's attempted solution, with a\nquotation from Mr.Sandra journeyed to the garden.de Quincey, in _Tate's Mag._, Sept.The\npassage in _Leibnitz_ which [Greek: Idihotes] requires, is probably\n\"_Opera_, i. p._Early Rain called \"Pride of the Morning\"_ (Vol.).--In\nconnexion with this I would quote an expression in Keble's _Christian\nYear_, \"On the Rainbow,\" (25th Sun.Mary left the football.):\n\n      \"_Pride of the_ dewy _Morning_!The swain's experienced eye\n      From thee takes timely warning,\n        Nor trusts else the gorgeous sky.\"Daniel got the football there.).--JARLTZBERG will find one theory\non this subject in Dr.Asahel Grant's book, _The Nestorians; or, the\nLost Tribes_, published by Murray; 12mo.\"_Noli me Tangere_\" (Vol.).--There is an\nexquisite criticism upon the treatment of this subject by various\npainters, accompanied by an etching from Titian, in that delightful\nbook, Mrs.Jameson's _Sacred and Legendary Art_, vol.360.;\nand to the list of painters who have illustrated this subject, add\n_Holbein_, in the Hampton Court Gallery.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Jameson's _Handbook\nto the Public Galleries_, pp.\"_The Sicilian Vespers_\" (Vol.).--Your correspondent is\nreferred to _The War of the Sicilian Vespers_, by Amari, translated by\nthe Earl of Ellesmere, published very lately by Murray._Antiquity of Smoking_ (Vol ii., pp.Mary travelled to the bathroom.B. says, alluding to\nJARLTZBERG's references, \"there is nothing in Solinus;\" I read", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.1518), under the heading,\n\"Thracum mores, etc.\":\n\n  \"Uterque sexus epulantes focos ambiunt, herbarum quas habent\n  semine ignibus superjecto.Cujus nidore perculsi pro laetitia\n  habent imitari ebrietatem sensibus sauciatis.\"JARLTZBERG's reference to Herod.At several places we had to \"run the gauntlet\" of fire from the enemy's\nguns posted around the Court House, but this only added to the interest\nof the scene, for we felt it to be the last expiring effort of the enemy\nto put on a bold front; we knew that we had them this time, and that at\nlast Lee's proud army of Northern Virginia was at our mercy.Sandra went to the bathroom.While moving\nat almost a charging gait we were suddenly brought to a halt by reports of\na surrender.General Sheridan and his staff rode up, and left in hot haste\nfor the Court House; but just after leaving us, they were fired into by a\nparty of rebel cavalry, who also opened fire on us, to which we promptly\nreplied, and soon put them to flight.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Our lines were then formed for a\ncharge on the rebel infantry; but while the bugles were sounding the\ncharge, an officer with a white flag rode out from the rebel lines, and we\nhalted.Mary got the football there.It was fortunate for us that we halted when we did, for had we\ncharged we would have been swept into eternity, as directly in our front\nwas a creek, on the other side of which was a rebel brigade, entrenched,\nwith batteries in position, the guns double shotted with canister.To have\ncharged this formidable array, mounted, would have resulted in almost\ntotal annihilation.Mary dropped the football.John went to the hallway.After we had halted, we were informed that\npreliminaries were being arranged for the surrender of Lee's whole army.At this news, cheer after cheer rent the air for a few moments, when soon\nall became as quiet as if nothing unusual had occurred.I rode forward\nbetween the lines with Custer and Pennington, and met several old friends\namong the rebels, who came out to see us.Among them, I remember Lee\n(Gimlet), of Virginia, and Cowan, of North Carolina.I saw General Cadmus\nWilcox just across the creek, walking to and fro with his eyes on the\nground, just as was his wont when he was instructor at West Point.I\ncalled to him, but he paid no attention, except to glance at me in a\nhostile manner.John moved to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the bathroom.While we were thus discussing the probable terms of the surrender, General\nLee, in full uniform, accompanied by one of his staff, and General\nBabcock, of General Grant's staff, rode from the Court House towards our\nlines.As he passed us, we all raised our caps in salute, which he\ngracefully returned.Later in the day loud and continuous cheering was heard among the rebels,\nwhich was taken up and echoed", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John travelled to the garden.The surrender was a fixed fact, and\nthe rebels were overjoyed at the very liberal terms they had received.Our\nmen, without arms, approached the rebel lines, and divided their rations\nwith the half-starved foe, and engaged in quiet, friendly conversation.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel went to the bedroom.There was no bluster nor braggadocia,--nothing but quiet contentment that\nthe rebellion was crushed, and the war ended.Mary went to the bathroom.In fact, many of the rebels\nseemed as much pleased as we were.Now and then one would meet a surly,\ndissatisfied look; but, as a general thing, we met smiling faces and hands\neager and ready to grasp our own, especially if they contained anything to\neat or drink.After the surrender, I rode over to the Court House with\nColonel Pennington and others and visited the house in which the surrender\nhad taken place, in search of some memento of the occasion.We found that\neverything had been appropriated before our arrival.Sandra took the milk there.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Wilmer McLean, in\nwhose house the surrender took place, informed us that on his farm at\nManassas the first battle of Bull Run was fought.I asked him to write his\nname in my diary, for which, much to his surprise.Others did the same, and I was told that he thus received quite a golden\nharvest.While all of the regiments of the division shared largely in the glories\nof these two days, none excelled the Second New York Cavalry in its record\nof great and glorious deeds.Well might its officers and men carry their\nheads high, and feel elated with pride as they received the\ncongratulations and commendations showered on them from all sides.They\nfelt they had done their duty, and given the \"tottering giant\" a blow that\nlaid him prostrate at their feet, never, it is to be hoped, to rise again.Mary went to the bedroom.Mary moved to the garden.If there\nshould be a rising--which may God forbid--my plan then would be to back\nright on to the Blackfeet Reserve.If old Crowfoot keeps steady--and\nwith our presence to support him I believe he would--we could hold\nthings safe for a while.But, Cameron, that Sioux devil Copperhead must\nbe got rid of.Mary went to the hallway.Sandra dropped the milk there.It is he that is responsible for this restless spirit\namong the younger Chiefs.He has been in the East, you say, for the last\nthree weeks, but he will soon be back.His\nwork lies here, and the only hope for the rebellion lies here, and he\nknows it.My scouts inform me that there is something big immediately\non.A powwow is arranged somewhere before final action.I have reason to\nsuspect that if we sustain another reverse and if the minor Chiefs from\nall the reserves come to an agreement, Crowfoot will yield.John travelled to the bathroom.That is the\ngame that the Sioux is working on now.\"\"I know that quite well, sir,\"", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"Copperhead has captured\npractically all the minor Chiefs.\"\"The checking of that big cattle-run, Cameron, was a mighty good stroke\nfor us.\"Yes, yes, we do owe a good deal to--to--that--to Raven.Yes, we owe a lot to him, but we owe a lot to you as\nwell, Cameron.I am not saying you will ever get any credit for it,\nbut--well--who cares so long as the thing is done?Mary grabbed the football there.But this Sioux must\nbe got at all costs--at all costs, Cameron, remember.I have never\nasked you to push this thing to the limit, but now at all costs, dead or\nalive, that Sioux must be got rid of.\"\"I could have potted him several times,\" replied Cameron, \"but did not\nwish to push matters to extremes.\"That has been our policy hitherto, but now\nthings have reached such a crisis that we can take no further chances.\"All right, sir,\" said Cameron, and a new purpose shaped itself in his\nheart.At all costs he would get the Sioux, alive if possible, dead if\nnot.Plainly the first thing was to uncover his tracks, and with this\nintention Cameron proceeded to the Blackfeet Reserve, riding with Jerry\ndown the Bow River from Fort Calgary, until, as the sun was setting on\nan early May evening, he came in sight of the Blackfoot Crossing.Not wishing to visit the Militia camp at that point, and desiring\nto explore the approaches of the Blackfeet Reserve with as little\nostentation as possible, he sent Jerry on with the horses, with\ninstructions to meet him later on in the evening on the outside of the\nBlackfeet camp, and took a side trail on foot leading to the reserve\nthrough a coulee.John journeyed to the hallway.Through the bottom of the coulee ran a little\nstream whose banks were packed tight with alders, willows and poplars.Following the trail to where it crossed the stream, Cameron left it for\nthe purpose of quenching his thirst, and proceeded up-stream some little\nway from the usual crossing.Mary went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.Lying there prone upon his face he caught\nthe sound of hoofs, and, peering through the alders, he saw a line\nof Indians riding down the opposite bank.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Burying his head among the\ntangled alders and hardly breathing, he watched them one by one cross\nthe stream not more than thirty yards away and clamber up the bank.\"Something doing here, sure enough,\" he said to himself as he noted\ntheir faces.Three of them he knew, Red Crow of the Bloods, Trotting\nWolf of the Piegans, Running Stream of the Blackfeet, then came three\nothers unknown to Cameron, and last in the line Cameron was startled to\nobserve Copperhead himself, while close at his side could be seen the\nslim figure of his son.Mary discarded the football.As the Sioux passed by Cameron's hiding-place\nhe paused and looked steadily down into the alders for a moment or two,\nthen rode", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Saved yourself that time, old man,\" said Cameron as the Sioux\ndisappeared, following the others up the trail.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"We will see just which\ntrail you take,\" he continued, following them at a safe distance and\nkeeping himself hidden by the brush till they reached the open and\ndisappeared over the hill.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Swiftly Cameron ran to the top, and, lying\nprone among the prairie grass, watched them for some time as they took\nthe trail that ran straight westward.\"Sarcee Reserve more than likely,\" he muttered to himself.But he is not, so I must let them go in the meantime.Later, however, we shall come up with you, gentlemen.Mary moved to the bathroom.Daniel picked up the apple there.And now for old\nCrowfoot and with no time to lose.\"He had only a couple of miles to go and in a few minutes he had reached\nthe main trail from the Militia camp at the Crossing.Sandra travelled to the office.In the growing\ndarkness he could not discern whether Jerry had passed with the horses\nor not, so he pushed on rapidly to the appointed place of meeting and\nthere found Jerry waiting for him.I have just seen him\nand his son with Red Crow, Trotting Wolf and Running Stream.There were\nthree others--Sioux I think they are; at any rate I did not know them.They passed me in the coulee and took the Sarcee trail.\"From the reserve here anyway,\" answered Cameron.\"Trotting Wolf beeg Chief--Red Crow beeg Chief--ver' bad!Dunno me--look somet'ing--beeg powwow mebbe.Go\nSarcee Reserve, heh?\"Mary picked up the football there.\"Come from h'east--by\nBlood--Piegan--den Blackfeet--go Sarcee.\"That is the question, Jerry,\" said Cameron.\"Sout' to Weegwam?No, nord to Ghost Reever--Manitou\nRock--dunno--mebbe.\"\"By Jove, Jerry, I believe you may be right.I don't think they would go\nto the Wigwam--we caught them there once--nor to the canyon.\"Nord from Bow Reever by Kananaskis half day to Ghost Reever--bad\ntrail--small leetle reever--ver' stony--ver' cold--beeg tree wit' long\nbeard.\"\"Yes--long, long gray moss lak' beard--ver' strange place dat--from\nGhost Reever west one half day to beeg Manitou Rock--no trail.Sandra went back to the hallway.Bob                        3       4     11/2  \"     25c       \"\n Mrs.Briggs of the Poultry\n   Yard                         4       7  Daniel discarded the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "NONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO\n                              WON'T HEAR.By\n\n                       H. PELHAM CURTIS, U.S.A.,\n\n          AUTHOR OF \"UNCLE ROBERT,\" \"THE PERFECT FOX,\" \"LYING\n                         WILL OUT,\" ETC., ETC.Sandra got the football there.John journeyed to the hallway.BOSTON\n                          Walter H. Baker & Co\n\n\n\n\n_DRAMATIS PERSONAE._\n\n\n    SINGLETON CODDLE.John journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom._Costumes modern and appropriate._\n\n\n    COPYRIGHT, 1880,\n    BY LEE AND SHEPARD.John went to the bedroom._All rights reserved._\n\n\n\n\nNONE SO DEAF AS THOSE WHO WON'T HEAR.Mary went back to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.SCENE.--_A parlor handsomely furnished, looking out on a garden;\n    console in each corner; on one a lamp, a flower-vase on the other;\n    door in flat, and doors right and left; window at right; gun\n    standing in corner at left; table in front, left, with magazines,\n    paper, pens, and ink; at right, front, an easy-chair, and small\n    work-table, on which is a work-basket and hand-bell._\n\nEGLANTINE (_sits at table, reading_).Sandra put down the football.(_Throws\nmagazine down._) Ah, me!I can take no interest even in Trollope.Sandra picked up the football there.(_Comes forward._) Did ever any girl suffer as I do?John went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bathroom.John grabbed the milk there.Nothing to do, nobody to see,--only father to talk to, and he deaf as\na post!(_Sits and looks at vase of flowers._) Well, I'll not stand\n_this_.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.Enter JANE with a letter, in flat._) Jane, how\n_can_ you be so neglectful?Throw them\naway, and get me fresh at once.EGLANTINE (_jumps up_).Daniel went back to the office.Sandra left the football there.Never any visitors; nothing but\nletters now, and none of them for me.(_Sits._)\n\nJANE.John grabbed the football there.John dropped the football.YesJohn discarded the milk there.Mary went to the office.Mary travelled to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.Mary grabbed the football there.(_Takes the\nflowers from vase._)\n\nEGLANTINE.Mary put down the football.(_Sobs._)\n\nJANE (_wiping lamp-glass_).Daniel picked up the football there.John travelled to the garden.Mary moved to the garden.And think of me, miss: took into\nservice for my voice, and obligated to holler at your pa all day long.John went to the office.Yes; yell and scream, I calls it.Has nothing been heard from that aurist papa wrote to a\nmonth ago!Mary got the milk there.I shall be a dummy in six\nmonths, I'm sure.Mary left the milk there.Daniel put down the football.I hain't no more voice now than a frog.John went to the bedroom.Mary got the milk there.Don't laugh at the misfortunate, Miss Eglantine: 'tain't lucky.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Forgive me, Jane: I didn't mean to.Mary discarded the milk.Mary moved to the hallway.I believe I'm\nhysterical; and no wonder,--shut up by myself like this, at nineteen.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel travelled to the office.No wonder you finds it a bit dull, miss.Mary picked up the apple there.I don't wonder at\nit,--not a mite.Daniel put down the milk there.And papa seems resolved to keep me unmarried.Daniel got the milk there.He says regular, \"Not the son-in-law for\nme.\"Some prone were laid,\nOthers stood upright, this upon the soles,\nThat on his head, a third with face to feet\nArch'd like a bow.When to the point we came,\nWhereat my guide was pleas'd that I should see\nThe creature eminent in beauty once,\nHe from before me stepp'd and made me pause.John travelled to the office.and lo the place,\nWhere thou hast need to arm thy heart with strength.\"How frozen and how faint I then became,\nAsk me not, reader!Sandra went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Mary went to the garden.for I write it not,\nSince words would fail to tell thee of my state.Daniel discarded the milk.Think thyself\nIf quick conception work in thee at all,\nHow I did feel.That emperor, who sways\nThe realm of sorrow, at mid breast from th' ice\nStood forth; and I in stature am more like\nA giant, than the giants are in his arms.Daniel got the milk there.Mark now how great that whole must be, which suits\nWith such a part.Mary went to the office.John went back to the hallway.John moved to the bathroom.John went back to the hallway.If he were beautiful\nAs he is hideous now, and yet did dare\nTo scowl upon his Maker, well from him\nMay all our mis'ry flow.Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel dropped the milk.How passing strange it seem'd, when I did spy\nUpon his head three faces: one in front\nOf hueDaniel picked up the milk there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary grabbed the milk there.Under each shot forth\nTwo mighty wings, enormous as became\nA bird so vast.John picked up the apple there.Sails never such I saw\nOutstretch'd on the wide sea.Mary went to the bathroom.No plumes had they,\nBut were in texture like a bat, and these\nHe flapp'd i' th' air, that from him issued still\nThree winds, wherewith Cocytus to its depth\nWas frozen.Daniel moved to the garden.At six eyes he wept: the tears\nAdown three chins distill'd with bloody foam.John put down the apple.At every mouth his teeth a sinner champ'd\nBruis'd as with pond'rous engine, so that three\nWere in this guise tormented.But far more\nThan from that gnawing, was the foremost pang'd\nBy the fierce rending, whence ofttimes the back\nWas stript of all its skin.\"That upper spirit,\nWho hath worse punishment,\" so spake my guide,\n\"Is Judas, he that hath his head within\nAnd plies the feet without.Of th' other two,\nWhose heads are under, from the murky jaw\nWho hangs, is Brutus: lo!how he doth writhe\nAnd speaks not!Th' other Cassius, that appears\nSo large of limb.But night now re-ascends,\nAnd it is time for parting.I clipp'd him round the neck, for so he bade;\nAnd noting time and place, he, when the wings\nEnough were op'd, caught fast the shaggy sides,\nAnd down from pile to pile descending stepp'd\nBetween the thick fell and the jagged ice.Soon as he reach'd the point, whereat the thigh\nUpon the swelling of the haunches turns,\nMy leader there with pain and struggling hard\nTurn'd round his head, where his feet stood before,\nAnd grappled at the fell, as one who mounts,\nThat into hell methought we turn'd again.\"Expect that by such stairs as these,\" thus spake\nThe teacher, panting like a man forespent,\n\"We must depart from evil so extreme.\"Then at a rocky opening issued forth,\nAnd plac'd me on a brink to sit, next join'd\nWith wary step my side.I rais'd mine eyes,\nBelieving that I Lucifer should see\nWhere he was lately left, but saw him now\nWith legs held upward.Let the grosser sort,\nWho see not what the point was I had pass'd,\nBethink them if sore toil oppress'd me then.Mary left the milk.\"Arise,\" my master cried, \"upon thy feet.The way is long, and much uncouth the road;\nAnd now within one hour and half of noon\nThe sun returns.\"John went to the bathroom.It was no palace-hall\nLofty and luminous wherein we stood,\nBut natural dungeon where ill footing was\nAnd scant supply of light.Daniel went back to the kitchen.\"Ere from th' abyss\nI sep'rate,\" thus when risen I began,\n\"My guide!vouchsafe few words to set me free", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the bathroom.How standeth he in posture thus revers'd?And how from eve to morn in space so brief\nHath the sun made his transit?\"Mary journeyed to the office.He in few\nThus answering spake: \"Thou deemest thou art still\nOn th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd\nTh' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.Daniel took the apple there.Thou wast on th' other side, so long as I\nDescended; when I turn'd, thou didst o'erpass\nThat point, to which from ev'ry part is dragg'd\nAll heavy substance.Thou art now arriv'd\nUnder the hemisphere opposed to that,\nWhich the great continent doth overspread,\nAnd underneath whose canopy expir'd\nThe Man, that was born sinless, and so liv'd.Mary journeyed to the garden.Thy feet are planted on the smallest sphere,\nWhose other aspect is Judecca.Mary got the football there.John went to the bathroom.Morn\nHere rises, when there evening sets: and he,\nWhose shaggy pile was scal'd, yet standeth fix'd,\nAs at the first.Sandra journeyed to the office.On this part he fell down\nFrom heav'n; and th' earth, here prominent before,\nThrough fear of him did veil her with the sea,\nAnd to our hemisphere retir'd.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Perchance\nTo shun him was the vacant space left here\nBy what of firm land on this side appears,\nThat sprang aloof.\"Daniel discarded the apple.There was no work of a noisy kind being done this morning.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Both the\ncarpenters and the bricklayers having been taken away, temporarily, to\nanother 'job'.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.At the same time there was not absolute silence:\noccasionally Crass could hear the voices of the other workmen as they\nspoke to each other, sometimes shouting from one room to another.Now\nand then Harlow's voice rang through the house as he sang snatches of\nmusic-hall songs or a verse of a Moody and Sankey hymn, and\noccasionally some of the others joined in the chorus or interrupted the\nsinger with squeals and catcalls.Once or twice Crass was on the point\nof telling them to make less row: there would be a fine to do if Nimrod\ncame and heard them.Sandra picked up the milk there.Just as he had made up his mind to tell them to\nstop the noise, it ceased of itself and he heard loud whispers:\n\n'Look out!John went back to the bedroom.Crass put out his pipe and opened the window and the back door to get\nrid of the smell of the tobacco smoke.Then he shifted the pair of\nsteps noisily, and proceeded to work more quickly than before.John got the apple there.He worked on for some time in silence, but no one came to the kitchen:\nwhoever it was must have gone upstairs.He would have liked to go to see whom it was, butSandra left the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel took the apple there.John moved to the office.He therefore waited a little longer and presently he heard the\nsound of voices upstairs but was unable to recognize them.He was just\nabout to go out into the passage to listen, when whoever it was began\ncoming downstairs.John moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.The footsteps came\nalong the passage leading to the kitchen: slow, heavy, ponderous\nfootsteps, but yet the sound was not such as would be made by a man\nheavily shod.Sandra journeyed to the garden.As the footsteps entered the kitchen, Crass looked round and beheld a\nvery tall, obese figure, with a large, fleshy, coarse-featured,\nclean-shaven face, and a great double chin, the complexion being of the\ncolour and appearance of the fat of uncooked bacon.Mary took the milk there.Mary put down the milk.A very large\nfleshy nose and weak-looking pale blue eyes, the slightly inflamed lids\nbeing almost destitute of eye-lashes.Mary went to the garden.He had large fat feet cased in\nsoft calfskin boots, with drab- spats.Sandra grabbed the football there.His overcoat, heavily\ntrimmed with sealskin, reached just below the knees, and although the\ntrousers were very wide they were filled by the fat legs within, the\nshape of the calves being distinctly perceptible.Even as the feet\nseemed about to burst the uppers of the boots, so the legs appeared to\nthreaten the trousers with disruption.John journeyed to the garden.This man was so large that his\nfigure completely filled up the doorway, and as he came in he stooped\nslightly to avoid damaging the glittering silk hat on his head.One\ngloved hand was thrust into the pocket of the overcoat and in the other\nhe carried a small Gladstone bag.Sandra went to the hallway.When Crass beheld this being, he touched his cap respectfully.They told me upstairs that I should find the foreman\nhere.Sandra went back to the bathroom.'I see you're getting on with the work here.''Ho yes sir, we're beginning to make a bit hov a show now, sir,'\nreplied Crass, speaking as if he had a hot potato in his mouth.Sandra discarded the football.Daniel moved to the kitchen.'Mr Rushton isn't here yet, I suppose?''No, sir: 'e don't horfun come hon the job hin the mornin, sir; 'e\ngenerally comes hafternoons, sir, but Mr 'Unter's halmost sure to be\n'ere presently, sir.'John travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the garden.'It's Mr Rushton I want to see: I arranged to meet him here at ten\no'clock; but'--looking at his watch--'I'm rather before my time.''He'll be here presently, I suppose,' added Mr Sweater.Daniel put down the apple.'I'll just\ntake a look round till he comes.'Daniel took the apple there.Daniel discarded the apple there.'Yes, sir,' respondedSandra grabbed the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Hoping that the gentleman might give him a shilling, Crass followed him\ninto the front hall and began explaining what progress had so far been\nmade with the work, but as Mr Sweater answered only by monosyllables\nand grunts, Crass presently concluded that his conversation was not\nappreciated and returned to the kitchen.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra discarded the football.Meantime, upstairs, Philpot had gone into Newman's room and was\ndiscussing with him the possibility of extracting from Mr Sweater the\nprice of a little light refreshment.Mary moved to the office.'I think,' he remarked, 'that we oughter see-ise this 'ere tuneropperty\nto touch 'im for an allowance.'Mary went back to the hallway.'We won't git nothin' out of 'IM, mate,' returned Newman.''E's a\nred-'ot teetotaller.''Ow's 'e to know that we buys beer with it?We\nmight 'ave tea, or ginger ale, or lime-juice and glycerine for all 'e\nknows!'Mr Sweater now began ponderously re-ascending the stairs and presently\ncame into the room where Philpot was.The latter greeted him with\nrespectful cordiality:\n\n'Good morning, sir.'Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary picked up the apple there.'Yes, sir, we've made a start on it,' replied Philpot, affably.asked Sweater, glancing apprehensively at the\nsleeve of his coat.'Yes, sir,' answered Philpot, and added, as he looked meaningly at the\ngreat man, 'the paint is wet, sir, but the PAINTERS is dry.'exclaimed Sweater, ignoring, or not hearing the latter\npart of Philpot's reply.John went back to the garden.'I've got some of the beastly stuff on my\ncoat sleeve.''Oh, that's nothing, sir,' cried Philpot, secretly delighted.'I'll\nget that orf for yer in no time.Mary put down the apple.Sandra went to the hallway.He had a piece of clean rag in his tool bag, and there was a can of\nturps in the room.Moistening the rag slightly with turps he carefully\nremoved the paint from Sweater's sleeve.Daniel went back to the bedroom.'It's all orf now, sir,' he remarked, as he rubbed the place with a dry\npart of the rag.'The smell of the turps will go away in about a\nhour's time.'The Duc d'Orleans, when called on to give his vote for the death of his\nKing and relation, walked with a faltering step, and a face paler than\ndeath itself, to the appointed place, and there read these words:\n\"Exclusively governed by my duty, and convinced that all those who have\nresisted the sovereignty of the people deserve death, my vote is for\ndeath!\"Mary travelled to the bedroom.Important as the accession of the first Prince of the blood was\nto the Terrorist faction, his conduct in this instance was too obviously\nself", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra picked up the milk there.The President having examined the register, the result of the scrutiny was\nproclaimed as follows\n\n\n     Against an appeal to the people........... 480\n     For an appeal to the people............... 283\n\n     Majority for final judgment............... 197\n\n\nThe President having announced that he was about to declare the result of\nthe scrutiny, a profound silence ensued, and he then gave in the following\ndeclaration: that, out of 719 votes, 366 were for DEATH, 319 were for\nimprisonment during the war, two for perpetual imprisonment, eight for a\nsuspension of the execution of the sentence of death until after the\nexpulsion of the family of the Bourbons, twenty-three were for not putting\nhim to death until the French territory was invaded by any foreign power,\nand one was for a sentence of death, but with power of commutation of the\npunishment.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.After this enumeration the President took off his hat, and, lowering his\nvoice, said: \"In consequence of this expression of opinion I declare that\nthe punishment pronounced by the National Convention against Louis Capet\nis DEATH!\"Previous to the passing of the sentence the President announced on the\npart of the Foreign Minister the receipt of a letter from the Spanish\nMinister relative to that sentence.The Convention, however, refused to\nhear it.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel got the apple there.Daniel left the apple.[It will be remembered that a similar remonstrance was forwarded\nby the English Government.]M. de Malesherbes, according to his promise to the King, went to the\nTemple at nine o'clock on the morning of the 17th?.During the calling of the votes\nhe asked M. de Malesherbes, \"Have you not met near the Temple the White\nLady?\"John travelled to the hallway.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra dropped the milk.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"Do you not know,\" resumed the\nKing with a smile, \"that when a prince of our house is about to die, a\nfemale dressed in white is seen wandering about the palace?My friends,\"\nadded he to his defenders, \"I am about to depart before you for the land\nof the just, but there, at least, we shall be reunited.\"Sandra got the milk there.In fact, his\nMajesty's only apprehension seemed to be for his family.--ALISON.]\"All is lost,\" he said to Clery.The King, who\nsaw him arrive, rose to receive him.[When M. de Malesherbes went to the Temple to announce the result of the\nvote, he found Louis with his forehead resting on his hands, and absorbed\nin a deep reverie.John went to the office.Without inquiring concerning his fate, he said: \"For\ntwo hours I have been considering whether, during my whole reign, I have\nvoluntarily given any cause of complaint to my subjects; and with perfect\nsincerity I declare that I deserve no reproach at their hands, and that I\nhave never formed a wish but for their happiness.\"Daniel got the apple there.Sandra put down the milk.Daniel went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "M. de Malesherbes, choked by sobs, threw himself at his feet.The King\nraised him up and affectionately embraced him.Daniel grabbed the football there.When he could control his\nvoice, De Malesherbes informed the King of the decree sentencing him to\ndeath; he made no movement of surprise or emotion, but seemed only\naffected by the distress of his advocate, whom he tried to comfort.Daniel discarded the football.John got the football there.On the 20th of January, at two in the afternoon, Louis XVI.was awaiting\nhis advocates, when he heard the approach of a numerous party.He stopped\nwith dignity at the door of his apartment, apparently unmoved: Garat then\ntold him sorrowfully that he was commissioned to communicate to him the\ndecrees of the Convention.Grouvelle, secretary of the Executive Council,\nread them to him.guilty of treason against\nthe general safety of the State; the second condemned him to death; the\nthird rejected any appeal to the people; and the fourth and last ordered\nhis execution in twenty-four hours.Louis, looking calmly round, took the\npaper from Grouvelle, and read Garat a letter, in which he demanded from\nthe Convention three days to prepare for death, a confessor to assist him\nin his last moments, liberty to see his family, and permission for them to\nleave France.Garat took the letter, promising to submit it immediately\nto the Convention.Mary went back to the hallway.then went back into his room with great composure, ordered his\ndinner, and ate as usual.There were no knives on the table, and his\nattendants refused to let him have any.\"Do they think me so cowardly,\"\nhe exclaimed, \"as to lay violent hands on myself?Daniel moved to the bathroom.I am innocent, and I am\nnot afraid to die.\"John dropped the football there.The Convention refused the delay, but granted some other demands which he\nhad made.Sandra took the apple there.Garat sent for Edgeworth de Firmont, the ecclesiastic whom\nLouis XVI.had chosen, and took him in his own carriage to the Temple.M.\nEdgeworth, on being ushered into the presence of the King, would have\nthrown himself at his feet, but Louis instantly raised him, and both shed\ntears of emotion.Daniel journeyed to the office.Mary took the football there.He then, with eager curiosity, asked various questions\nconcerning the clergy of France, several bishops, and particularly the\nArchbishop of Paris, requesting him to assure the latter that he died\nfaithfully attached to his communion.--The clock having struck eight, he\nrose, begged M. Edgeworth to wait, and retired with emotion, saying that\nhe was going to see his family.There\nis a picture of the flag on the envelope and underneath, \"If any one\nattempts to haul down the American flag shoot him on the spot.--\nJohn A._Sunday, February_ 23.--Everybody came out to church this morning,\nexpecting to hear Madame Anna Bishop sing.Mary dropped the football there.She was not there, and an\n\"agent\" made a \"statement.\"The audience did not appear particularly\nedified._March_", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John took the football there.I told Grandfather that I had an\ninvitation to the lecture and he asked me who from.He did not make the least objection and I was\nawfully glad, because he has asked me to the whole course.Wendell\nPhillips and Horace Greeley, E. H. Chapin and John G. Saxe and Bayard\nTaylor are expected.John B. Gough's lecture was fine.He can make an\naudience laugh as much by wagging his coat tails as some men can by\ntalking an hour._March_ 26.--I have been up at Laura Chapin's from 10 o'clock in the\nmorning until 10 at night, finishing Jennie Howell's bed quilt, as she\nis to be married very soon.We\nfinished it at 8 p. m. and when we took it off the frames we gave three\ncheers.Some of the youth of the village came up to inspect our\nhandiwork and see us home.Before we went Julia Phelps sang and played\non the guitar and Captain Barry also sang and we all sang together, \"O!Columbia, the gem of the ocean, three cheers for the red, white and\nblue.\"_June_ 19.--Our cousin, Ann Eliza Field, was married to-day to George B.\nBates at her home on Gibson Street.Charlie Wheeler made great fun and threw the final shower of rice as\nthey drove away._June._--There was great excitement in prayer meeting last night, it\nseemed to Abbie Clark, Mary Field and me on the back seat where we\nalways sit.Several people have asked us why we sit away back there by\nold Mrs.Kinney, but we tell them that she sits on the other side of the\nstove from us and we like the seat, because we have occupied it so long.I presume we would see less and hear more if we sat in front.Walter Hubbell had made one of his most beautiful prayers\nand Mr.Cyrus Dixon was praying, a big June bug came zipping into the\nroom and snapped against the wall and the lights and barely escaped\nseveral bald heads.Anna kept dodging around in a most startling manner\nand I expected every moment to see her walk out and take Emma Wheeler\nwith her, for if she is afraid of anything more than dogs it is June\nbugs.At this crisis the bug flew out and a cat stealthily walked in.Taylor was always unpleasantly affected by the sight\nof cats and we didn't know what would happen if the cat should go near\nher.The cat very innocently ascended the steps to the desk and as Judge\nand Mrs.Taylor always sit on the front seat, she couldn't help\nobserving the ambitious animal as it started to assist Dr.Daggett in\nconducting the meeting.Taylor just managed to\nreach the outside door before fainting away.We were glad when the\nbenediction was pronounced._June._--Anna and I had a serenade last night from the Academy Glee\nClub, I think, as their voices sounded familiar.We were awakened by the\nmusic, about 11 p. m., quite suddenly and I thought I would step across\nthe hall to the front chamberJohn moved to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.I was\nonly half awake, however, and lost my bearings and stepped off the\nstairs and rolled or slid to the bottom.The stairs are winding, so I\nmust have performed two or three revolutions before I reached my\ndestination.Sandra went to the bathroom.I jumped up and ran back and found Anna sitting up in bed,\nlaughing.She asked me where I had been and said if I had only told her\nwhere I was going she would have gone for me.Mary picked up the apple there.Sandra took the football there.We decided not to strike a\nlight, but just listen to the singing.Anna said she was glad that the\nleading tenor did not know how quickly I \"tumbled\" to the words of his\nsong, \"O come my love and be my own, nor longer let me dwell alone,\" for\nshe thought he would be too much flattered.Grandfather came into the\nhall and asked if any bones were broken and if he should send for a\ndoctor.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.We told him we guessed not, we thought we would be all right in\nthe morning.He thought it was Anna who fell down stairs, as he is never\nlooking for such exploits in me.We girls received some verses from the\nAcademy boys, written by Greig Mulligan, under the assumed name of Simon\nSnooks.John went back to the bathroom.The subject was, \"The Poor Unfortunate Academy Boys.\"John went back to the garden.We have\nanswered them and now I fear Mrs.Grundy will see them and imagine\nsomething serious is going on.But she is mistaken and will find, at the\nend of the session, our hearts are still in our own possession.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.When we were down at Sucker Brook the other afternoon we were watching\nthe water and one of the girls said, \"How nice it would be if our lives\ncould run along as smoothly as this stream.\"Sandra left the football.I said I thought it would\nbe too monotonous.Sandra went to the office.Laura Chapin said she supposed I would rather have an\n\"eddy\" in mine.We went to the examination at the Academy to-day and to the gymnasium\nexercises afterwards.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Noah T. Clarke's brother leads them and they\ndo some great feats with their rings and swings and weights and ladders.Mary left the apple.We girls can do a few in the bowling alley at the Seminary.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the kitchen._June._--I visited Eureka Lawrence in Syracuse and we attended\ncommencement at Hamilton College, Clinton, and saw there, James\nTunnicliff and Stewart Ellsworth of Penn Yan.Daniel grabbed the milk there.I also saw Darius Sackett\nthere among the students and also became acquainted with a very\ninteresting young man from Syracuse, with the classic name of Horace\nPublius Virgilius Bogue.Both of these young men are studying for the\nministry.Daniel moved to the office.I also saw Henry P. Cook, who used to be one of the Academy\nboys, and Morris Brown, of", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "They talk of leaving college and\ngoing to the war and so does Darius Sackett._July,_ 1862.--The President has called for 300,000 more brave men to\nfill up the ranks of the fallen.We hear every day of more friends and\nacquaintances who have volunteered to go.Daniel went back to the bedroom._August_ 20.--The 126th Regiment, just organized, was mustered into\nservice at Camp Swift, Geneva.Mary travelled to the hallway.Gosnell/,\nLittle Queen Street, Holborn, London.FOOTNOTES:\n\n[Footnote i1: Vasari, Vite de Pittori, edit.Du Fresne, in the life prefixed to the Italian\neditions of this Treatise on Painting.John journeyed to the bedroom.Venturi, Essai sur les Ouvrages\nde Leonard de Vinci, 4to.Mary got the football there.[Footnote i2: Venturi, p.Daniel went to the bathroom.[Footnote i3: Vasari, 23.][Footnote i6: Vasari, 26.Mary moved to the kitchen.[Footnote i8: Vasari, 26.]Daniel travelled to the garden.[Footnote i9: Vasari, 28.][Footnote i12: Vasari, 28.]Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.[Footnote i13: It is impossible in a translation to preserve the jingle\nbetween the name Vinci, and the Latin verb _vincit_ which occurs in the\noriginal.]Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.[Footnote i14: Du Fresne, Vasari, 28.][Footnote i15: Vasari, 22.][Footnote i16: Vasari, 22 and 23.]John journeyed to the kitchen.[Footnote i17: Lomazzo, Trattato della Pittura, p.[Footnote i18: Vasari, 23.Sandra went to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the hallway.[Footnote i19: Venturi, 37.][Footnote i21: Venturi, 36.]Daniel moved to the kitchen.[Footnote i23: Vasari, 30.[Footnote i24: Venturi, 3.]to Life of L. da Vinci, in Vasari, 65.Daniel moved to the hallway.[Footnote i26: Venturi, 36; who mentions also, that Leonardo at this\ntime constructed a machine for the theatre.]Sandra went to the bedroom.[Footnote i27: Venturi, p.Mary went to the bathroom.[Footnote i32: De Piles, in the Life of Leonardo.See Lettere\nPittoriche, vol.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the office.[Footnote i33: Lettere Pittoriche, vol.[Footnote i35: Vasari, 31, in a note.]Daniel went to the kitchen.Daniel went to the bathroom.[Footnote i37: Additions to the Life in Vasari, 53.Mary put down the football.Rigaud, who has more than once seen the original picture, gives\nthis account of it: \"The cutting of the wall for the sake of opening\na door, was no doubt the effect of ignorance and barbarity, but it\ndid not materially injure the painting; it only took away some", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The true value of this picture\nconsists in what was seen above the table.The door is only four\nfeet wide, and cuts off only about two feet of the lower part of the\npicture.More damage has been done by subsequent quacks, who, within my\nown time, have undertaken to repair it.\"][Footnote i38: Additions to the Life in Vasari, 53.][Footnote i39: COPIES EXISTING IN MILAN OR ELSEWHERE.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John went to the kitchen.That in the refectory of the fathers Osservanti della Pace: it\nwas painted on the wall in 1561, by Gio.Sandra went back to the office.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Another, copied on board, as a picture in the refectory of the\nChierici Regolari di S. Paolo, in their college of St.This\nis perhaps the most beautiful that can be seen, only that it is not\nfinished lower than the knees, and is in size about one eighth of the\noriginal.Another on canvas, which was first in the church of S. Fedele, by\nAgostino S. Agostino, for the refectory of the Jesuits: since their\nsuppression, it exists in that of the Orfani a S. Pietro, in Gessate.Another of the said Lomazzo's, painted on the wall in the monastery\nMaggiore, very fine, and in good preservation.Daniel picked up the apple there.Another on canvas, by an uncertain artist, with only the heads and\nhalf the bodies, in the Ambrosian library.Another in the Certosa di Pavia, done by Marco d'Ogionno, a scholar\nof Leonardo's, on the wall.Daniel went to the hallway.Another in the possession of the monks Girolamini di Castellazzo\nfuori di Porta Lodovica, of the hand of the same Ogionno.Another copy of this Last Supper in the refectory of the fathers\nof St.It was painted by Girolamo Monsignori, a\nDominican friar, who studied much the works of Leonardo, and copied\nthem excellently.Another in the refectory of the fathers Osservanti di Lugano, of the\nhand of Bernardino Lovino; a valuable work, and much esteemed as well\nfor its neatness and perfect imitation of the original, as for its own\nintegrity, and being done by a scholar of Leonardo's.A beautiful drawing of this famous picture is, or was lately, in\nthe possession of Sig.John moved to the office.Giuseppe Casati, king at arms.Supposed to be\neither the original design by Leonardo himself, or a sketch by one of\nhis best scholars, to be used in painting some copy on a wall, or on\ncanvas.It is drawn with a pen, on paper larger than usual, with a mere\noutline heightened with bistre.Another in the refectory of the fathers Girolamini, in the\nmonastery of St.Laurence, in the Escurial in Spain.while he was in Valentia; andMary picked up the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Germain d'Auxerre, in France; ordered by King\nFrancis I. when he came to Milan, and found he could not remove the\noriginal.There is reason to think this the work of Bernardino Lovino.Mary grabbed the football there.Another in France, in the castle of Escovens, in the possession of\nthe Constable Montmorency.The original drawing for this picture is in the possession of his\nBritannic Majesty.Sandra travelled to the office.Chamberlaine's\npublication of the Designs of Leonardo da Vinci, p.An engraving\nfrom it is among those which Mr.[Footnote i40: Vasari, 34.Edwardes invented it, or whatever they\ncall it.They took a picture of the operating-room for the article.The photographer had to put on operating clothes and wrap the camera in\nsterilized towels.It was the most thrilling thing, they say--\"\n\nHer voice died away as her eyes followed K.'s.Max, cigarette in\nhand, was coming across, under the ailanthus tree.He hesitated on the\npavement, his eyes searching the shadowy balcony.\"My brother is not at home, so I came over.How select you are, with\nyour balcony!\"K. had risen and pushed back his chair.Here in the darkness he could hold the situation for a moment.If he\ncould get Sidney into the house, the rest would not matter.Luckily, the\nbalcony was very dark.Le Moyne, and he knows who you are very\nwell, indeed.\"Didn't the Street beat the Linburgs\nthe other day?And I believe the Rosenfelds are in receipt of sixty-five\ncents a day and considerable peace and quiet through you, Mr.You're the most popular man on the Street.\"Wilson is here to see\nyour mother--\"\n\n\"Going,\" said Sidney.Wilson is a very great person, K., so be\npolite to him.\"Max had roused at the sound of Le Moyne's voice, not to suspicion,\nof course, but to memory.Without any apparent reason, he was back in\nBerlin, tramping the country roads, and beside him--\n\n\"Wonderful night!\"\"The mind's a curious thing, isn't it.In the\ninstant since Miss Page went through that window I've been to Berlin and\nback!K. struck a match with his steady hands.Now that the thing had come, he\nwas glad to face it.In the flare, his quiet profile glowed against the\nnight.\"Perhaps my voice took you back to Berlin.\"Blackness had descended on them again, except\nfor the dull glow of K.Sandra picked up the apple there.The neighbors next door have a bad habit of sitting just inside the\ncurtains.\"Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Sidney will be back in a moment.I'll talk to you, if you'll\nsit still.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.\"I've been here--in the city, I mean--for a year.Don't\nforget it--Le Moyne.I've got a position in the gas office, clerical.Mary travelled to the garden.I have reason to think", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "That will be twenty, maybe twenty-two.\"Wilson stirred, but he found no adequate words.Only a part of what K.\nsaid got to him.For a moment he was back in a famous clinic, and this\nman across from him--it was not believable!Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary travelled to the hallway.\"It's not hard work, and it's safe.Mary picked up the football there.John travelled to the bathroom.If I make a mistake there's no life\nhanging on it.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Once I made a blunder, a month or two ago.It cost me three dollars out of my own pocket.Wilson's voice showed that he was more than incredulous; he was\nprofoundly moved.Sandra moved to the bedroom.When a year\nwent by--the Titanic had gone down, and nobody knew but what you were on\nit--we gave up.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.I--in June we put up a tablet for you at the college.Mary moved to the office.I\nwent down for the--for the services.\"\"Let it stay,\" said K. quietly.\"I'm dead as far as the college goes,\nanyhow.And, for Heaven's sake,\ndon't be sorry for me.Mary put down the football.I'm more contented than I've been for a long\ntime.\"The wonder in Wilson's voice was giving way to irritation.Why, good Heavens, man, I did your\noperation to-day, and I've been blowing about it ever since.\"When that\nhappened I gave up.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra left the milk.All a man in our profession has is a certain method,\nknowledge--call it what you like,--and faith in himself.I lost my\nself-confidence; that's all.For about a year I was\ndamned sorry for myself.\"If every surgeon gave up because he lost cases--I've just told you I\ndid your operation to-day.There was just a chance for the man, and I\ntook my courage in my hands and tried it.K. rose rather wearily and emptied his pipe over the balcony rail.Pipe in hand, he stood staring out at the ailanthus tree with its crown\nof stars.Instead of the Street with its quiet houses, he saw the men\nhe had known and worked with and taught, his friends who spoke his\nlanguage, who had loved him, many of them, gathered about a bronze\ntablet set in a wall of the old college; he saw their earnest faces and\ngrave eyes.Mary took the football there.He heard--\n\nHe heard the soft rustle of Sidney's dress as she came into the little\nroom behind them.CHAPTER XIII\n\n\nA few days after Wilson's recognition of K., two most exciting things\nhappened to Sidney.One was that Christine asked her to be maid of honor\nat her wedding.Sandra took the milk there.Mary dropped the football.Mary travelled to the bedroom.She was accepted, and\ngiven her cap.Because she could not get home that night, and because the little house\nhad no telephone, she wrote the news to her mother and sent a note to", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.I am as\nconscious of it as if it were a halo, and as if I had done something to\ndeserve it, instead of just hoping that someday I shall.Sandra travelled to the office.I am writing\nthis on the bureau, so that when I lift my eyes I may see It.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel went back to the bathroom.I am\nafraid just now I am thinking more of the cap than of what it means.Very soon I shall slip down and show it to the ward.Mary travelled to the hallway.I shall go to the door when the night nurse is busy somewhere, and\nturn all around and let them see it, without saying a word.Sandra went to the bathroom.You have been very good to me, dear K. It is you who have made possible\nthis happiness of mine to-night.John went back to the bedroom.Mary moved to the garden.I am promising myself to be very good,\nand not so vain, and to love my enemies--, although I have none now.John picked up the apple there.John went back to the kitchen.Miss Harrison has just congratulated me most kindly, and I am sure poor\nJoe has both forgiven and forgotten.John went back to the garden.Mary went to the office.Daniel went to the bedroom.One may admit that such considerations carry a profound truth to be\neven religiously contemplated, and yet object all the more to the mode\nin which Euphorion seems to apply them.I protest against the use of\nthese majestic conceptions to do the dirty work of unscrupulosity and\njustify the non-payment of conscious debts which cannot be defined or\nenforced by the law.John went to the bathroom.John dropped the apple.Especially since it is observable that the large\nviews as to intellectual property which can apparently reconcile an\nable person to the use of lately borrowed ideas as if they were his\nown, when this spoliation is favoured by the public darkness, never\nhinder him from joining in the zealous tribute of recognition and\napplause to those warriors of Truth whose triumphal arches are seen in\nthe public ways, those conquerors whose battles and \"annexations\" even\nthe carpenters and bricklayers know by name.Surely the acknowledgment\nof a mental debt which will not be immediately detected, and may never\nbe asserted, is a case to which the traditional susceptibility to\n\"debts of honour\" would be suitably transferred.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel moved to the kitchen.There is no massive\npublic opinion that can be expected to tell on these relations of\nthinkers and investigators&mdash;relations to be thoroughly understood\nand felt only by those who are interested in the life of ideas and\nacquainted with their history.To lay false claim to an invention or\ndiscovery which has an immediate market value; to vamp up a\nprofessedly new book of reference by stealing from the pages of one\nalready produced at the cost of much labour and material; to copy\nsomebody else's poem and send the manuscript to a magazine, or hand it\naboutSandra left the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the garden.It is not necessary to understand\nthe merit of a performance, or even to spell with any comfortable\nconfidence, in order to perceive at once that such pretences are not\nrespectable.Mary took the milk there.But the difference between these vulgar frauds, these\ndevices of ridiculous jays whose ill-secured plumes are seen falling\noff them as they run, and the quiet appropriation of other people's\nphilosophic or scientific ideas, can hardly be held to lie in their\nmoral quality unless we take impunity as our criterion.The pitiable\njays had no presumption in their favour and foolishly fronted an alert\nincredulity; but Euphorion, the accomplished theorist, has an audience\nwho expect much of him, and take it as the most natural thing in the\nworld that every unusual view which he presents anonymously should be\ndue solely to his ingenuity.His borrowings are no incongruous\nfeathers awkwardly stuck on; they have an appropriateness which makes\nthem seem an answer to anticipation, like the return phrases of a\nmelody.Sandra went to the bedroom.Certainly one cannot help the ignorant conclusions of polite\nsociety, and there are perhaps fashionable persons who, if a speaker\nhas occasion to explain what the occipat is, will consider that he has\nlately discovered that curiously named portion of the animal frame:\none cannot give a genealogical introduction to every long-stored item\nof fact or conjecture that may happen to be a revelation for the large\nclass of persons who are understood to judge soundly on a small basis\nof knowledge.Sandra went to the kitchen.But Euphorion would be very sorry to have it supposed\nthat he is unacquainted with the history of ideas, and sometimes\ncarries even into minutiae the evidence of his exact registration of\nnames in connection with quotable phrases or suggestions: I can\ntherefore only explain the apparent infirmity of his memory in cases\nof larger \"conveyance\" by supposing that he is accustomed by the very\nassociation of largeness to range them at once under those grand laws\nof the universe in the light of which Mine and Thine disappear and are\nresolved into Everybody's or Nobody's, and one man's particular\nobligations to another melt untraceably into the obligations of the\nearth to the solar system in general.Euphorion himself, if a particular omission of acknowledgment were\nbrought home to him, would probably take a narrower ground of\nexplanation.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.It was a lapse of memory; or it did not occur to him as\nnecessary in this case to mention a name, the source being well\nknown--or (since this seems usually to act as a strong reason for\nmention) he rather abstained from adducing the name because it might\ninjure the excellent matter advanced, just as an obscure trade-mark\ncasts discredit on a good commodity, and even on the retailer who has\nfurnished himself from a quarter not likely to be esteemed first-rate.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra dropped the apple there.No doubt this last is a genuine and frequent reason for the\nnon-acknow", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "took the place of the low word _Penny_.Works of this convenient stamp,\neasily obtained and well nourished with matter, are felt to be like rich\nbut unfashionable relations who are visited and received in privacy, and\nwhose capital is used or inherited without any ostentatious insistance\non their names and places of abode.\"Because you've got the money, and you won't lend it.\"\"What do you want to do with it?\"\"I want to go to the Old Bowery to-night, if you must know.\"\"If you wanted it for your mother I might have lent it to you, though I\nneed all I can earn for my own mother.\"\"It's for my mother I want it, thin,\" said Mike.\"I guess I won't go to\nthe theater to-night.\"Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary left the football.Your mother would never see the color of it.\"\"Won't you lend me, thin?\"If you want money, why don't you earn it, as I do?\"If you go to work and sell papers or black boots, you\nwill be able to help your mother and pay your way to the theater\nyourself.\"\"Kape your advice to yourself,\" said Mike, sullenly.\"You'd rather have my money,\" said Dan, good-humoredly.Daniel got the football there.I'll be _mane_, then.\"\"I'd like to put a head on you,\" muttered Mike.\"Oh, you think you're mighty smart wid your jokes,\" said Mike.Dan smiled and walked off, leaving Mike more his enemy than ever.Mordaunt say that she had more than\nthe rent already saved up.He knew that it\nmust amount to several dollars, and this he felt would keep him in\ncigarettes and pay for evenings at the theater for several days.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"I wish I had it,\" he said to himself.\"I wonder where the ould woman\nkapes it.\"The more Mike thought of it the more he coveted this money, and he set\nto work contriving means to get possession of it.Mary travelled to the bathroom.About three o'clock in the afternoon he knocked at Mrs.It's bad news I bring you about Dan.\"she exclaimed, her heart\ngiving a great bound.\"He's been run over, ma'am, by a hoss, in front of the Astor House, and\nthey took him into the drug store at the corner.\"I guess he's broke his leg,\" said Mike.Mordaunt, trembling with apprehension, her faltering\nlimbs almost refusing to bear her weight, was on her way to the Astor\nHouse.As Mike had calculated, she did not stop to lock the door.The young scape-grace entered the deserted room, rummaged about till he\nfound the scanty hoard reserved for the landlord, and then went off\nwhistling.\"Now I'll have a bully time,\" he said to himself.John travelled to the bathroom.\"Didn't I fool the\nould woman good?\"MIKE'S THEFT IS DISCOVERED.Daniel put down the football.Dan was standing in front of the Astor", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"Why, mother, what's the matter?\"Sandra picked up the football there.It occurred to him that his mother must\nhave lost her mind.\"Yes; they told me you were run over, and had your leg broken.\"Sandra discarded the football.Mary moved to the office.\"Then I wish I had him here,\" said Dan, indignantly; \"I'd let him know\nwhether my leg is broken or not.\"Haven't you been run over, then?\"\"Not that I know of, and I guess it couldn't be done without my knowing\nit.\"\"I don't know how I\ngot here, I was so agitated.\"\"When did Mike Rafferty tell you this cock-and-bull story, mother?\"He said you had been taken into a drug store,\nand wanted me to come right over.\"\"It's a mean trick he played on you, mother,\" said Dan, indignantly.\"I\ndon't see what made him do it.\"Mary went back to the hallway.\"He must have meant it as a joke.\"\"I don't mind it now, Dan, since I have you safe.He didn't know how much he was distressing me.\"Sandra journeyed to the garden.You may forgive him if you want to; I\nsha'n't.\"I feel a good deal happier than I did when I\nwas hurrying over here.\"I have sold my papers, and sha'n't work any\nmore this afternoon.I hope I can come across\nhim soon.\"\"I left him at the door of our room.\"\"Did you lock the door when you came away, mother?\"Mary picked up the apple there.\"There isn't much to take, Dan,\" said Mrs.\"We shall be in a pretty pickle if that is lost.\"\"You don't think Mike would take it do you, Dan?\"\"I think he would if he knew where to find it.\"\"I wish I had brought it with me,\" said Mrs.Mordaunt, in a tone of\nanxiety.\"Don't fret, mother; I guess it's all right.\"\"Perhaps you had better go home at once without waiting for me, Dan.\"In my pocket-book, in the drawer of the work-table.\"Well, I'll be off, and will meet\nyou at the room.\"Dan was not long in reaching his humble home.The more he thought of it,\nthe more he distrusted Mike, and feared that he might have had a\nsinister design in the deception he had practiced upon his mother.John went back to the garden.To\nlose the rent money would be a serious matter.Grab hated him, he\nknew full well, and would show no mercy, while in the short time\nremaining it would be quite impossible to make up the necessary sum.Mary put down the apple.Dan sprang up the stairs, several at a bound, and made his way at once\nto the little work-table.He pulled the drawer open without ceremony,\nand in feverish haste rummaged about until, to his great joy, he found\nthe pocket-book.Sandra went to the hallway.\"It's all right, after all,\" he said.\"Mike isn't so bad as", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the hallway.He opened the pocket-book, and his countenance fell.Sandra went to the office.Sandra moved to the hallway.There was a\ntwenty-five cent scrip in one of the compartments, and that was all.\"He's stolen the money, after all,\" he said, his heart sinking.\"What\nare we going to do now?\"Daniel got the football there.After this just formality, you will find him ready to see\nthe point of a joke or discuss the current topics of the day.John went to the office.He is\nintelligent, independent, very polite, but never servile.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.[Illustration: (woman walking near fountain)]\n\nIt is difficult now to find a vacant chair on the long terrace.A group\nof students are having a \"Pernod,\" after a long day's work at the\natelier.They finish their absinthe and then, arm in arm, start off to\nMadame Poivret's for dinner.It is cheap there; besides, the little\n\"boite,\" with its dingy room and sawdust floor, is a favorite haunt of\ntheirs, and the good old lady, with her credit slate, a friendly refuge\nin time of need.At your left sits a girl in bicycle bloomers, yellow-tanned shoes, and\nshort black socks pulled up snug to her sunburned calves.Daniel put down the football there.She has just\nridden in from the Bois de Boulogne, and has scorched half the way back\nto meet her \"officier\" in pale blue.Farther on are four older men, accompanied by a pale, sweet-faced woman\nof thirty, her blue-black hair brought in a bandeau over her dainty\nears.Mary went back to the office.Sandra got the football there.She is the model of the gray-haired man on the left, a man of\nperhaps fifty, with kindly intelligent eyes and strong, nervous,\nexpressive hands--hands that know how to model a colossal Greek\nwar-horse, plunging in battle, or create a nymph scarcely a foot high\nout of a lump of clay, so charmingly that the French Government has not\nonly bought the nymph, but given him a little red ribbon for his pains.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Sandra left the football.[Illustration: (omnibus)]\n\nHe is telling the others of a spot he knows in Normandy, where one can\npaint--full of quaint farm-houses, with thatched roofs; picturesque\nroadsides, rich in foliage; bright waving fields, and cool green\nwoods, and purling streams; quaint gardens, choked with lavender and\nroses and hollyhocks--and all this fair land running to the white sand\nof the beach, with the blue sea beyond.Daniel picked up the milk there.John moved to the kitchen.He will write to old Pere\nJaqueline that they are all coming--it is just the place in which to\npose a model \"en plein air,\"--and Suzanne, his model, being a Normande\nherself, grows enthusiastic at the thought of going downSandra moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Long before she became a Parisienne, and when her beautiful hair\nwas a tangled shock of curls, she used to go out in the big boats,\nwith the fisherwomen--barefooted, brown, and happy.She tells them of\nthose good days, and then they all go into the Taverne to dine, filled\nwith the idea of the new trip, and dreaming of dinners under the\ntrees, of \"Tripes a la mode de Caen,\" Normandy cider, and a lot of new\nsketches besides.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.[Illustration: (shop front)]\n\nAlready the tables within are well filled.The long room, with its newer\nannex, is as brilliant as a jewel box--the walls rich in tiled panels\nsuggesting the life of the Quarter, the woodwork in gold and light oak,\nthe big panels of the rich gold ceiling exquisitely painted.At one of the tables two very chic young women are dining with a young\nFrenchman, his hair and dress in close imitation of the Duc d'Orleans.A strikingly pretty woman, in a scarlet-spangled gown as red as her\nlips, is dining with a well-built, soldierly-looking man in black; they\nsit side by side as is the custom here.The woman reminds one of a red lizard--a salamander--her \"svelte\" body\nseemingly boneless in its gown of clinging scales.Her hair is\npurple-black and freshly onduled; her skin as white as ivory.John moved to the bathroom.She has\nthe habit of throwing back her small, well-posed head, while under their\ndelicately penciled lids her gray eyes take in the room at a glance.Sandra picked up the apple there.John grabbed the milk there.She is not of the Quarter, but the Taverne du Pantheon is a refuge for\nher at times, when she grows tired of Paillard's and Maxim's and her\nquarreling retinue.John put down the milk there.Sandra moved to the bathroom.\"Let them howl on the other bank of the Seine,\" says this empress of\nthe half-world to herself, \"I dine with Raoul where I please.\"Sandra picked up the milk there.And now one glittering, red arm with its small, heavily-jeweled hand\nglides toward Raoul's open cigarette case, and in withdrawing a\ncigarette she presses for a moment his big, strong hand as he holds near\nher polished nails the flaming match.John journeyed to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.[Illustration: ALONG THE SEINE]\n\nHer companion watches her as she smokes and talks--now and then he leans\ncloser to her, squaring his broad shoulders and bending lower his\nstrong, determined face, as he listens to her,--half-amused, replying to\nher questions leisurely, in short, crisp sentences.Sandra discarded the milk.Suddenly she stamps\none little foot savagely under the table, and, clenching her jeweled\nhands, breathes heavily.She is trembling with rage; the man at her side\nhunches his great shoulders, flicks the ashes from", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In a moment she is herself\nagain, almost penitent; this little savage, half Roumanian, half\nRussian, has never known what it was to be ruled!Mary took the apple there.She has seen men grow\nwhite when she has stamped her little foot, but this big Raoul, whom she\nloves--who once held a garrison with a handful of men--he does not\ntremble!Mary discarded the apple.she loves him for his devil-me-care indifference--and he enjoys\nher temper.Sandra grabbed the football there.But the salamander remembers there are some whom she dominated, until\nthey groveled like slaves at her feet; even the great Russian nobleman\nturned pale when she dictated to him archly and with the voice of an\nangel the price of his freedom.Sandra picked up the milk there.John journeyed to the garden.he shot himself the next day,\" mused the salamander.Mary took the apple there.Yes, and even the adamant old banker in Paris, crabbed, stern,\nunrelenting to his debtors--shivered in his boots and ended in signing\naway half his fortune to her, and moved his family into a permanent\nchateau in the country, where he keeps himself busy with his shooting\nand his books.John went to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.*     *     *     *     *\n\nAs it grows late, the taverne becomes more and more animated.Mary left the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Every one is talking and having a good time.Mary moved to the garden.Mary moved to the bedroom.ARNOLD-LE-GRAND, endeavours\nto reply to HENNIKER-HEATON without betraying consciousness of bodily\nexistence of such a person.John journeyed to the office.Sandra took the apple there.These matters of great and abiding interest;\nbut only few members present to discuss them.Sandra went back to the bathroom.The rest waiting outside\ntill the lists are cleared and battle rages once more round citadel of\nthe Lords sullenly sentineled by detachment from the Treasury Bench.When engagement reopened SQUIRE gone for his holiday trip, postponed by\nthe all-night sitting, JOHN MORLEY on guard.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Breaks force of assault by\nprotest that the time is inopportune.Sandra put down the football.By-and-by the Lords shall be\nhanded over to tender mercies of gentlemen below gangway.Not just now,\nand not in this particular way.Sandra discarded the milk.CHIEF SECRETARY remembers famous case of\nabsentee landlord not to be intimidated by the shooting of his agent.Sandra put down the apple.So\nLords, he urges, not to be properly punished for throwing out Evicted\nTenants Bill by having the salaries of the charwomen docked, and BLACK\nROD turned out to beg his bread.Sandra picked up the milk there.Radicals at least not to be denied satisfaction of division.Salaries\nof House of Lords staff secured for another year bySandra left the milk.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "_Wednesday._--The SQUIRE OF MALWOOD at last got off for his well-earned\nholiday.Carries with him consciousness of having done supremely well\namid difficulties of peculiar complication.As JOSEPH in flush of\nunexpected and still unexplained frankness testified, the Session will\nin its accomplished work beat the record of any in modern times.The\nSQUIRE been admirably backed by a rare team of colleagues; but in House\nof Commons everything depends on the Leader.Had the Session been a\nfailure, upon his head would have fallen obloquy.Daniel went to the office.As it has been a\nsuccess, his be the praise.\"Well, good bye,\" said JOHN MORLEY, tears standing in his tender eyes as\nhe wrung the hand of the almost Lost Leader.\"But you know it's not all\nover yet.What shall we do if WEIR comes\nup on Second Reading?\"Mary took the apple there.\"Oh, dam WEIR,\" said the SQUIRE.Mary went back to the garden.For a moment thought a usually\nequable temper had been ruffled by the almost continuous work of twenty\nmonths, culminating in an all-night sitting.Mary left the apple.On reflection he saw that\nthe SQUIRE was merely adapting an engineering phrase, describing a\nproceeding common enough on river courses.Sandra moved to the bathroom.The only point on which\nremark open to criticism is that it is tautological._Business done._--Appropriation Bill brought in.John journeyed to the hallway._Thursday._--GEORGE NEWNES looked in just now; much the same as ever;\nthe same preoccupied, almost pensive look; a mind weighed down by\never-multiplying circulation.Troubled with consideration of proposal\nmade to him to publish special edition of _Strand Magazine_ in tongue\nunderstanded of the majority of the peoples of India.Has conquered\nthe English-speaking race from Chatham to Chattanooga, from Southampton\nto Sydney.The poor Indian brings his annas, and begs a boon.Meanwhile one of the candidates for vacant Poet Laureateship has broken\nout into elegiac verse.Mary grabbed the milk there.\"NEWNES,\" he exclaims,\n\n  \"NEWNES, noble hearted, shine, for ever shine;\n  Though not of royal, yet of hallowed line.\"That sort of thing would make some men vain.Sandra went back to the garden.There is no couplet to\nparallel it since the famous one written by POPE on a place frequented\nby a Sovereign whose death is notorious, a place where\n\n  Great ANNA, whom three realms obey,\n  Did sometimes counsel take and sometimes tea.The poet, whose volume bears the proudly humble pseudonym \"A Village\nPeasant,\" should look in at the House of Commons and continue his\nstudies.There are a good many of us here worth a poet's attention.SARK\nsays the thing is easy enough.\"Toss 'em off in no time,\" says he.\"There's the SQUIRE now, who has not lately referred to his Plantagenet\nparentage.Apostrophising him in Committee on Evicted Tenants Bill one\nmight have said:--", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "_Business done._--Appropriation Bill read second time.Sir WILFRID LAWSON and others said \"Dam.\"_Saturday._--Appropriation Bill read third time this morning.Prorogation served with five o'clock tea.said one of the House of Commons waiters loitering at the\ngateway of Palace Yard and replying to inquiring visitor from the\ncountry.[Illustration: THE IMPERIAL SHEFFIELD NINE-PIN.Sandra got the milk there.*       *       *       *       *\n\nTO DOROTHY.(_My Four-year-old Sweetheart._)\n\n  To make sweet hay I was amazed to find\n    You absolutely did not know the way,\n  Though when you did, it seemed much to your mind\n                  To make sweet hay.John grabbed the apple there.You were kind\n  Enough to answer, \"Why, _of course_, you may.\"I kissed your pretty face with hay entwined,\n  We made sweet hay.But what will Mother say\n    If in a dozen years we're still inclined\n                  To make sweet hay?*       *       *       *       *\n\n[Transcriber's Note:\n\nAlternative spellings retained.\"I wish you would think of me as being as true a friend,\" said the young\nman earnestly.She did not reply immediately, but seemed to be examining the distance.They were not far from the canyon now, and the river bank.A fringe of\nbuckeyes hid the base of the mountain, which had begun to tower up above\nthem to the invisible stage road overhead.\"I am going to be a real\nguide to you now,\" she said suddenly.\"When we reach that buckeye corner\nand are out of sight, we will turn into it instead of going through the\ncanyon.You shall go up the mountain to the stage road, from THIS side.\"John journeyed to the bathroom.\"Coming DOWN, but not going up,\" she returned, with a laugh.\"I found\nit, and no one knows it but myself.\"He glanced up at the towering cliff; its nearly perpendicular flanks\nwere seamed with fissures, some clefts deeply set with stunted growths\nof thorn and \"scrub,\" but still sheer and forbidding, and then glanced\nback at her incredulously.John discarded the apple.\"I will show you,\" she said, answering his\nlook with a smile of triumph.\"I haven't tramped over this whole valley\nfor nothing!They must think\nthat we've gone through the canyon.\"\"Yes--any one who is watching us,\" said the girl dryly.John journeyed to the garden.A few steps further on brought them to the buckeye thicket, which\nextended to the river bank and mouth of the canyon.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.The girl lingered\nfor a moment ost", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.Brice followed, and the next\nmoment they were hidden by its friendly screen from the valley.Daniel got the football there.On the\nother side rose the mountain wall, leaving a narrow trail before them.It was composed of the rocky debris and fallen trees of the cliff, from\nwhich buckeyes and larches were now springing.Mary went back to the kitchen.It was uneven, irregular,\nand slowly ascending; but the young girl led the way with the free\nfootstep of a mountaineer, and yet a grace that was akin to delicacy.Sandra went back to the hallway.Daniel put down the football there.Nor could he fail to notice that, after the Western girl's fashion, she\nwas shod more elegantly and lightly than was consistent with the rude\nand rustic surroundings.It was the same slim shoe-print which had\nguided him that morning.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Presently she stopped, and seemed to be gazing\ncuriously at the cliff side.On a protruding bush at the edge of one of the wooded clefts of the\nmountain flank something was hanging, and in the freshening southerly\nwind was flapping heavily, like a raven's wing, or as if still saturated\nwith the last night's rain.said Flo, gazing\nintently at the unsightly and incongruous attachment to the shrub, which\nhad a vague, weird suggestion.Mary went back to the office.\"It looks like a man's coat,\" remarked Brice uneasily.Mary moved to the kitchen.John travelled to the bathroom.\"Then somebody has come down who won't go up\nagain!Mary moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.Daniel moved to the office.There's a lot of fresh rocks and brush here, too.She was pointing to a spot some yards before them where there had been a\nrecent precipitation of debris and uprooted shrubs.Daniel got the milk there.Mary went back to the garden.But mingled with it\nlay a mass of rags strangely akin to the tattered remnant that flagged\nfrom the bush a hundred feet above them.The girl suddenly uttered a\nsharp feminine cry of mingled horror and disgust,--the first weakness\nof sex she had shown,--and, recoiling, grasped Brice's arm.Daniel left the milk.But Brice had already seen that which, while it shocked him, was urging\nhim forward with an invincible fascination.John travelled to the office.Mary put down the apple.Daniel went to the bathroom.Gently releasing himself,\nand bidding the girl stand back, he moved toward the unsightly heap.John got the milk there.John travelled to the bathroom.Gradually it disclosed a grotesque caricature of a human figure, but so\nmaimed and doubled up that it seemed a stuffed and fallen scarecrow.As\nis common in men stricken suddenly down by accident in the fullness of\nlife, the clothes asserted themselves before all else with a hideous\nludicrousness, obliterating even the majesty of death in their helpless\nyet ironical incongruity.The garments seemed to have never fitted the\nwearer, but to have been assumed inJohn dropped the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "At first the body appeared to be\nheadless; but as Brice cleared away the debris and lifted it, he saw\nwith horror that the head was twisted under the shoulder, and swung\nhelplessly from the dislocated neck.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.But that horror gave way to a more\nintense and thrilling emotion as he saw the face--although strangely\nfree from laceration or disfigurement, and impurpled and distended into\nthe simulation of a self-complacent smile--was a face he recognized!Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Mary moved to the office.It\nwas the face of the cynical traveler in the coach--the man who he was\nnow satisfied had robbed it.Sandra journeyed to the office.A strange and selfish resentment took possession of him.Here was the\nman through whom he had suffered shame and peril, and who even now\nseemed complacently victorious in death.He examined him closely; his\ncoat and waistcoat had been partly torn away in his fall; his shirt\nstill clung to him, but through its torn front could be seen a heavy\ntreasure belt encircling his waist.Forgetting his disgust, Brice tore\naway the shirt and unloosed the belt.Mary went to the bathroom.It was saturated with water like\nthe rest of the clothing, but its pocket seemed heavy and distended.Sandra went back to the kitchen.In\nanother instant he had opened it, and discovered the envelope containing\nthe packet of greenbacks, its seal still inviolate and unbroken.Sandra went to the office.Daniel travelled to the office.The girl was standing a few feet\nfrom him, regarding him curiously.\"In\ntrying to escape he must have fallen from the road above.Daniel went to the kitchen.Mary went back to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.We must go back to your uncle at once,\" he said\nexcitedly.Mary moved to the garden.\"No,\" returned Brice, in equal astonishment, \"but you know I agreed with\nhim that we should work together to recover the money, and I must show\nhim our good luck.\"Mary picked up the apple there.Mary discarded the apple.John moved to the garden.\"He told you that if you met the thief and could get the money from him,\nyou were welcome to it,\" said the girl gravely, \"and you HAVE got it.\"Mary went back to the hallway.\"But not in the way he meant,\" returned Brice hurriedly.John journeyed to the hallway.John travelled to the bathroom.\"This man's\ndeath is the result of his attempting to escape from your uncle's guards\nalong the road; the merit of it belongs to them and your uncle.Mary travelled to the bedroom.It would\nbe cowardly and mean of me to take advantage of it.\"John picked up the milk there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John moved to the office.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Walpole and Lord Russell were here speaking\nof real legal responsibility, such responsibility as mightSandra travelled to the hallway.John went back to the garden.John left the milk.Mary moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.I have made my extracts from the Spectator newspaper of February 11,\n1854.John went to the garden.Mary went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.(12) We read (Anglia Sacra, i.John travelled to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.335) of \u00c6thelric, Bishop of the\nSouth-Saxons at the time of the Conquest, as \u201cvir antiquissimus et\nlegum terr\u00e6 sapientissimus.\u201d So Adelelm, the first Norman Abbot of\nAbingdon, found much benefit from the legal knowledge of certain of his\nEnglish monks (Chronicon Monasterii de Abingdon, ii.Daniel moved to the kitchen.2), \u201cquibus tanta\nsecularium facundia et pr\u00e6teritorum memoria eventorum inerat, ut c\u00e6teri\ncircumquaque facile eorum sententiam ratam fuisse, quam edicerent,\napprobarent.\u201d The writer adds, \u201cSed et alii plures de Anglis causidici\nper id tempus in abbatia ista habebantur quorum collationi nemo sapiens\nrefragabatur.\u201d But knowledge of the law was not an exclusively clerical\naccomplishment; for among the grounds for the election of King Harold\nhimself, we find (de Inventione Sanct\u00e6 Crucis Walthamensis, p.25,\nStubbs) that one was \u201cquia non erat eo prudentior in terra, armis\nstrenuus magis, legum terr\u00e6 sagacior.\u201d See Norman Conquest, ii.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.(13) On the growth of the lawyers\u2019 theory of the royal prerogative, and\nits utter lack of historical standing-ground, I must refer once for all\nto Allen\u2019s Inquiry into the Rise and Growth of the Royal Prerogative in\nEngland.John went to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the office.(15) The history of this memorable revolution will be found in\nLingard, iii.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra got the milk there.392-405, and the legal points are brought out by Hallam,\nMiddle Ages, ii.Sandra dropped the milk.He remarks that \u201cIn this revolution of 1399\nthere was as remarkable an attention shown to the formalities of the\nconstitution, allowance made for the men and the times, as in that\nof 1688;\u201d and, speaking of the device by which the same Parliament\nwas brought together again, he adds, \u201cIn this contrivance, more than\nin all the rest, we may trace the hand of lawyers.\u201d The official\nversion entered on the rolls of Parliament by command of Henry will\nbe found in Walsingham, ii.Some care seems to be used to\navoid using the name of Parliament in the account of the actual\nproceedings.It is said just before, \u201cRex perductus est Londonias,", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John moved to the bathroom.The\nactual formula of deposition runs thus:\u2014\u201cpropter pr\u00e6missa, et eorum\npr\u00e6textu, ab omni dignitate et honore regiis, _si quid dignitatis et\nhonoris hujusmodi in eo remanserit_, merito deponendum pronunciamus,\ndecernimus, et declaramus; et etiam simili cautela deponimus.\u201d They\nthen declare the throne to be vacant (\u201cut constabat de pr\u00e6missis,\net eorum occasione, regnum Angli\u00e6, cum pertinentiis suis, vacare\u201d).Daniel picked up the football there.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Henry then makes his challenge, setting forth that strange mixture of\ntitles which is commented on in most narratives of the event, and the\nEstates, without saying which of Henry\u2019s arguments they accept, grant\nthe kingdom to him (\u201cconcesserunt unanimiter ut Dux pr\u00e6fatus super eos\nregnaret\u201d).Sandra put down the milk.A more distinct case of deposition and election can hardly\nbe found; only in the words which I have put in italics there seems a\nsort of anxiety to complete, by the act of deposition, any possible\ndefect in Richard\u2019s doubtless unwilling abdication.The French narrative by a partisan of Richard (Lystoire de la Traison\net Mort du Roy Richart Dengleterre, p.John travelled to the hallway.68) gives, in some respects, a\ndifferent account.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John went back to the bedroom.Daniel went to the garden.The Assembly is called a Parliament, and the Duke\nof Lancaster is made to seat himself on the throne at once.Daniel put down the football.After this I had described the reasonable Soul, and made it appear, that\nit could no way be drawn from the power of the Matter, as other things\nwhereof I had spoken; but that it ought to have been expresly created:\nAnd how it suffiseth not for it to be lodg'd in our humane body as a\nPilot in his ship, to move its members onely; but also that its\nnecessary it be joyned and united more strongly therewith to have\nthoughts and appetites like ours, and so make a reall man.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel picked up the football there.Mary moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.I have here dilated my self a little on the subject of the Soul, by\nreason 'tis of most importance; for, next the errour of those who deny\nGod, which I think I have already sufficiently confuted, there is none\nwhich sooner estrangeth feeble minds from the right way of vertue, then\nto imagine that the soul of beasts is of the same nature as ours, and\nthat consequently we have nothing to fear nor hope after this life, no\nmore then flies or ants.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Whereas, when we know how different they are,Daniel moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the bedroom.And that when we see no other cause which\ndestroys it, we are naturally thence moved to judge that it's immortall.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Daniel went to the garden.Its now three years since I ended the Treatise which contains all these\nthings, and that I began to review it, to send it afterwards to the\nPresse, when I understood, that persons to whom I submit, and whose\nauthority can no lesse command my actions, then my own Reason doth my\nthoughts, had disapproved an opinion in Physicks, published a little\nbefore by another; of which I will not say that I was, but that indeed I\nhad observed nothing therein, before their censure, which I could have\nimagined prejudiciall either to Religion or the State; or consequently,\nwhich might have hindred me from writing the same, had my Reason\nperswaded mee thereto.John travelled to the office.Daniel left the apple.And this made me fear, lest in the same manner\nthere might be found some one amongst mine, in which I might have been\nmistaken; notwithstanding the great care I always had to admit no new\nones into my belief, of which I had not most certain demonstrations; and\nnot to write such as might turn to the disadvantage of any body.John travelled to the hallway.Sandra went to the office.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went to the kitchen.Which\nwas sufficient to oblige me to change my resolution of publishing them.John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.For although the reasons for which I had first of all taken it, were\nvery strong; yet my inclination, which alwayes made me hate the trade of\nBook-making, presently found me out others enough to excuse my self from\nit.Mary went back to the garden.And these reasons on the one and other side are such, that I am not\nonly somewhat concern'd to speak them; but happily the Publick also to\nknow them.Mary moved to the office.John went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the office.I never did much esteem those things which proceeded from mine own\nbrain; and so long as I have gathered no other fruits from the Method I\nuse, but onely that I have satisfied my self in some difficulties which\nbelong to speculative Sciences, or at least endeavoured to regulate my\nManners by the reasons it taught me, I thought my self not obliged to\nwrite any thing of them.Daniel went back to the garden.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel picked up the football there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.For, as for what concerns Manners, every one\nabounds so much in his own sense, That we may finde as many Reformers as\nheads, were it permitted to others, besides those whom God hath\nestablished as Soveraigns over his people, or at least, to whom he hath\ndispensed grace and zeal enough to be Prophets, to undertake the change\nof any thing therein.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel dropped the milk.And although myDaniel took the milk there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Sandra went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "But as soon as I had acquired some generall notions touching\nnaturall Philosophy, and beginning to prove them in divers particular\ndifficulties, I observed how far they might lead a man, and how far\ndifferent they were from the principles which to this day are in use; I\njudg'd, that I could not keep them hid without highly sinning against\nthe Law, which obligeth us to procure, as much as in us lies, the\ngeneral good of all men.John grabbed the football there.John discarded the football.For they made it appear to me, that it was\npossible to attain to points of knowledge, which may be very profitable\nfor this life: and that in stead of this speculative Philosophy which is\ntaught in the Schools, we might finde out a practicall one, by which\nknowing the force and workings of Fire, Water, Air, of the Starrs, of\nthe Heavens, and of all other Bodies which environ us, distinctly, as we\nknow the several trades of our Handicrafts, we might in the same manner\nemploy them to all uses to which they are fit, and so become masters and\npossessours of Nature.Which is not onely to be desired for the\ninvention of very many expedients of Arts, which without trouble might\nmake us enjoy the fruits of the earth, and all the conveniences which\nare to be found therein: But chiefly also for the preservation of\nhealth, which (without doubt) is the first good, and the foundation of\nall other good things in this life.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.For even the minde depends so much\non the temper and disposition of the organs of the body, that if it be\npossible to finde any way of making men in the generall wiser, and more\nable then formerly they were, I beleeve it ought to be sought in\nPhysick.Mary picked up the milk there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.True it is, that which is now in use contains but few things,\nwhose benefit is very remarkable: But (without any designe of slighting\nof it) I assure my self, there is none, even of their own profession,\nbut will consent, that whatsoever is known therein, is almost nothing in\ncompanion of what remains to be known.And that we might be freed from\nvery many diseases, aswell of the body as of the mind, and even also\nperhaps from the weaknesses of old age, had we but knowledge enough of\ntheir Causes, and of all the Remedies wherewith Nature hath furnished\nus.John picked up the football there.John went to the bedroom.Certainly there is a limit to this form of apology, and the forgery of a\nbill, or the ordering of goods without any prospect of paying for them,\nhas never been set down to an unfortunate habit of sulkiness or of\nirascibility.But on the whole there is a peculiar exercise of\nindulgence towards the manifestations of bad temper which tends to\nencourage them, so that we are in danger of having among us a number of\nvirtuous persons who conduct themselves detestably, just as weMary moved to the kitchen.Sandra got the apple there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John travelled to the office.Let it be admitted, however, that a\nman may be \"a good fellow\" and yet have a bad temper, so bad that we\nrecognise his merits with reluctance, and are inclined to resent his\noccasionally amiable behaviour as an unfair demand on our admiration.He is by turns insolent,\nquarrelsome, repulsively haughty to innocent people who approach him\nwith respect, neglectful of his friends, angry in face of legitimate\ndemands, procrastinating in the fulfilment of such demands, prompted to\nrude words and harsh looks by a moody disgust with his fellow-men in\ngeneral--and yet, as everybody will assure you, the soul of honour, a\nsteadfast friend, a defender of the oppressed, an affectionate-hearted\ncreature.Daniel went back to the garden.Pity that, after a certain experience of his moods, his\nintimacy becomes insupportable!A man who uses his balmorals to tread on\nyour toes with much frequency and an unmistakeable emphasis may prove a\nfast friend in adversity, but meanwhile your adversity has not arrived\nand your toes are tender.The daily sneer or growl at your remarks is\nnot to be made amends for by a possible eulogy or defence of your\nunderstanding against depredators who may not present themselves, and on\nan occasion which may never arise.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the hallway.I cannot submit to a chronic state of\nblue and green bruise as a form of insurance against an accident.Touchwood's bad temper is of the contradicting pugnacious sort.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.He is\nthe honourable gentleman in opposition, whatever proposal or proposition\nmay be broached, and when others join him he secretly damns their\nsuperfluous agreement, quickly discovering that his way of stating the\ncase is not exactly theirs.An invitation or any sign of expectation\nthrows him into an attitude of refusal.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John grabbed the football there.Ask his concurrence in a\nbenevolent measure: he will not decline to give it, because he has a\nreal sympathy with good aims; but he complies resentfully, though where\nhe is let alone he will do much more than any one would have thought of\nasking for.Daniel journeyed to the garden.No man would shrink with greater sensitiveness from the\nimputation of not paying his debts, yet when a bill is sent in with any\npromptitude he is inclined to make the tradesman wait for the money he\nis in such a hurry to get.John put down the football.One sees that this antagonistic temper must\nbe much relieved by finding a particular object, and that its worst\nmoments must be those where the mood is that of vague resistance, there\nbeing nothing specific to oppose.John took the apple there.Touchwood is never so little engaging\nas when he comes down to breakfast with a cloud on his brow, after\nparting from you the night before with an affectionate effusiveness at\nthe end of a confidential conversation which has assured you of mutual\nunderstanding.Impossible that youJohn journeyed to the office.Mary journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra went back to the bedroom.If\nmice have disturbed him, that is not your fault; but, nevertheless, your\ncheerful greeting had better not convey any reference to the weather,\nelse it will be met by a sneer which, taking you unawares, may give you\na crushing sense that you make a poor figure with your cheerfulness,\nwhich was not asked for.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Sandra left the apple.Some daring person perhaps introduces another\ntopic, and uses the delicate flattery of appealing to Touchwood for his\nopinion, the topic being included in his favourite studies.An\nindistinct muttering, with a look at the carving-knife in reply, teaches\nthat daring person how ill he has chosen a market for his deference.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra went back to the bathroom.If\nTouchwood's behaviour affects you very closely you had better break your\nleg in the course of the day: his bad temper will then vanish at once;\nhe will take a painful journey on your behalf; he will sit up with you\nnight after night; he will do all the work of your department so as to\nsave you from any loss in consequence of your accident; he will be even\nuniformly tender to you till you are well on your legs again, when he\nwill some fine morning insult you without provocation, and make you wish\nthat his generous goodness to you had not closed your lips against\nretort.It is not always necessary that a friend should break his leg for\nTouchwood to feel compunction and endeavour to make amends for his\nbearishness or insolence.John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.He becomes spontaneously conscious that he has\nmisbehaved, and he is not only ashamed of himself, but has the better\nprompting to try and heal any wound he has inflicted.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Unhappily the\nhabit of being offensive \"without meaning it\" leads usually to a way of\nmaking amends which the injured person cannot but regard as a being\namiable without meaning it.Mary travelled to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.The kindnesses, the complimentary\nindications or assurances, are apt to appear in the light of a penance\nadjusted to the foregoing lapses, and by the very contrast they offer\ncall up a keener memory of the wrong they atone for.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary travelled to the garden.They are not a\nspontaneous prompting of goodwill, but an elaborate compensation.Mary took the football there.And,\nin fact, Dion's atoning friendliness has a ring of artificiality.Mary went to the kitchen.Because he formerly disguised his good feeling towards you he now\nexpresses more than he quite feels.Mary grabbed the milk there.John went to the garden.Having made you\nextremely uncomfortable last week he has absolutely diminished his\npower of making you happy to-day: he struggles against this result by\nexcessive effort, but he has taught you to observe his fitfulness rather\nJohn travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.I suspect that many persons who have an uncertain, incalculable temper\nflatter themselves that it enhances their fascination; but perhaps they\nare under the prior mistake of exaggerating the charm which they suppose\nto be thus strengthened; in any case they will do well not to trust in\nthe attractions of caprice and moodiness for a long continuance or for\nclose intercourse.Mary moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.It has\nat its top a little trap-door.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel went to the kitchen.This opens when we breathe and shuts when\nwe swallow, so that the food slips over it safely into the passage\nbehind, which leads to the stomach.If you try to speak while you have food in your mouth, this little door\nhas to open, and some bit of food may slip in.The windpipe will not\npass it to the lungs, but tries to force it back.Then we say the food\nchokes us.John journeyed to the office.If the windpipe can not succeed in forcing back the food, the\nperson will die.Mary went to the office.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.HOW THE FOOD IS CARRIED THROUGH THE BODY.But we will suppose that the food of our dinner has gone safely down\ninto the stomach.John grabbed the apple there.There the stomach works it over, and mixes in gastric\njuice, until it is all a gray fluid.Mary travelled to the garden.Now it is ready to go into the intestines,--a long, coiled tube which\nleads out of the stomach,--from which the prepared food is taken into\nthe blood.The heart pumps it out with the blood\ninto the lungs, and then all through the body, to make bone, and muscle,\nand skin, and hair, and eyes, and brain.Daniel went to the hallway.Besides feeding all these parts, this dinner can help to mend any parts\nthat may be broken.Sandra went back to the garden.Suppose a boy should break one of the bones of his arm, how could it be\nmended?If you should bind together the two parts of a broken stick and leave\nthem a while, do you think they would grow together?But the doctor could carefully bind together the ends of the broken bone\nin the boy's arm and leave it for awhile, and the blood would bring it\nbone food every day, until it had grown together again.John dropped the apple there.So a dinner can both make and mend the different parts of the body.John went back to the bathroom.What is the first thing to do to our food?Mary picked up the milk there.Sandra went to the bathroom.What is the first thing to do after taking the\n          food into your mouth?How can you prove that saliva turns starch into\n          sugar?Mary discarded the milk.What happens if the food is not chewed and\n          mixed with the saliva?Mary moved to the kitchen.What must you be careful about, when you are\n          swallowing?Sandra went to the garden.What happensDaniel moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John picked up the football there.John discarded the football.What carries the food to every part of the\n          body?[Illustration: H]ERE are the names of some of the different kinds of\nfood.John took the football there.If you write them on the blackboard or on your slates, it will\nhelp you to remember them.Mary went back to the kitchen._Water._ _Salt._ _Lime._\n\n          Meat,  }                 Sugar,  }\n          Milk,  }                 Starch, }\n          Eggs,  }                 Fat,    } for fat and heat.Cream,  }\n          Corn,  }                 Oil,    }\n          Oats,  }\n\nPerhaps some of you noticed that we had no wine, beer, nor any drink\nthat had alcohol in it, on our bill of fare for dinner.We had no\ncigars, either, to be smoked after dinner.If these are good things, we\nought to have had them._We should eat in order to grow strong and keep\n          strong._\n\n\nSTRENGTH OF BODY.If you wanted to measure your strength, one way of doing so would be to\nfasten a heavy weight to one end of a rope and pass the rope over a\npulley.Then you might take hold at the other end of the rope and pull\nas hard and steadily as you could, marking the place to which you raised\nthe weight.By trying this once a week, or once a month, you could tell\nby the marks, whether you were gaining strength.We must exercise in the open air, and take pure air into our lungs to\nhelp purify our blood, and plenty of exercise to make our muscles grow.We must eat good and simple food, that the blood may have supplies to\ntake to every part of the body.People used to think that alcohol made them strong.Sandra moved to the garden.John went to the hallway.Can alcohol make good muscles, or bone, or nerve, or brain?John got the apple there.John got the milk there.Mary went to the office.If it can not make muscles, nor bone nor nerve, nor brain, it can not\ngive you any strength.Some people may tell you that drinking beer will make you strong.The grain from which the beer is made, would have given you strength.If\nyou should measure your strength before and after drinking beer, you\nwould find that you had not gained any.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Most of the food part of the\ngrain has been turned into alcohol.John travelled to the garden.The juice of crushed apples, you know, is called cider.As soon as the\ncJohn put down the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went to the hallway.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John took the football there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Pure water is good, and apples are good.Daniel got the apple there.But the apple-juice begins to\nbe a poison as soon as there is the least drop of alcohol in it.Sandra went back to the hallway.In\ncider-making, the alcohol forms in the juice, you know, in a few hours\nafter it is pressed out of the apples.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.None of the drinks in which there is alcohol, can give you real\nstrength.John moved to the bedroom.John left the football.Because alcohol puts the nerves to sleep, they can not, truly, tell the\nbrain how hard the work is, or how heavy the weight to be lifted.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.The alcohol has in this way cheated men into thinking they can do more\nthan they really can.This false feeling of strength lasts only a little\nwhile.Seeing this, and\n     seeing, moreover, that my views were so diametrically opposed to\n     those of the official classes, I resigned.Lord Ripon's position\n     was certainly a great consideration with me.John went to the office.It was assumed by\n     some that my views of the state of affairs were the Viceroy's,\n     and thus I felt that I should do him harm by staying with him.We\n     parted perfect friends.The brusqueness of my leaving was\n     unavoidable, inasmuch as my stay would have put me into the\n     possession of secrets of State that--considering my decision\n     eventually to leave--I ought not to know.Certainly I might have\n     stayed a month or two, had a pain in the hand, and gone quietly;\n     but the whole duties were so distasteful that I felt, being\n     pretty callous as to what the world says, that it was better to\n     go at once.\"John went back to the garden.If a full explanation is sought of the reasons why Gordon repented of\nhis decision, and determined to leave an uncongenial position without\ndelay, it may be found in a consideration of the two following\ncircumstances.His views as to what he held to be the excessive\npayment of English and other European servants in Asiatic countries\nwere not new, and had been often expressed.John went to the hallway.They were crystallised in\nthe phrase, \"Why pay a man more at Simla than at Hongkong?\"Daniel left the apple.and had\nformed the basis of his projected financial reform in Egypt in 1878,\nand they often found expression in his correspondence.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.For instance,\nin a letter to the present writer, he proposed that the loss accruing\nfrom the abolition of the opium trade might be made good by reducing\nofficers' pay from Indian to Colonial allowances.Daniel picked up the apple there.Daniel journeyed to the garden.With Gordon's\ncontempt for money, and the special circumstances that led to", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary went to the kitchen.During\nthe voyage to India the perception that it would be impossible for\nLord Ripon to institute any special reorganisation on these lines led\nhim to decide that it would be best to give up a post he did not like,\nand he wrote to his sister to this effect while at sea, with the\nstatement that it was arranged that he should leave in the following\nSeptember or October.He reached Bombay on the 28th of May, and his resignation was received\nand accepted on the night of the 2nd June.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.What had happened in that\nbrief interval of a few days to make him precipitate matters?There is\nabsolutely no doubt, quite apart from the personal explanation given\nby General Gordon, both verbally and in writing, to myself, that the\ndetermining cause was the incident relating to Yakoob Khan.Sandra travelled to the office.John went back to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.That Afghan chief had been proclaimed and accepted as Ameer after the\ndeath of his father, the Ameer Shere Ali.In that capacity he had\nsigned the Treaty of Gandamak, and received Sir Louis Cavagnari as\nBritish agent at his capital.When the outbreak occurred at Cabul, on\n1st September, and Cavagnari and the whole of the mission were\nmurdered, it was generally believed that the most guilty person was\nYakoob Khan.On the advance of General Roberts, Yakoob Khan took the\nfirst opportunity of making his escape from his compatriots and\njoining the English camp.This voluntary act seemed to justify a doubt\nas to his guilt, but a Court of Inquiry was appointed to ascertain the\nfacts.The bias of the leading members of that Court was\nunquestionably hostile to Yakoob, or rather it would be more accurate\nto say that they were bent on finding the highest possible personage\nguilty.Daniel left the football.They were appointed to inquire, not to sentence.Daniel got the football there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Yet they\nfound Yakoob guilty, and they sent a vast mass of evidence to the\nForeign Department then at Calcutta.The experts of the Foreign\nDepartment examined that evidence.John got the apple there.Daniel dropped the football.Mary picked up the football there.Daniel moved to the garden.They pronounced it \"rubbish,\" and\nLord Lytton was obliged to send Mr (afterwards Sir) Lepel Griffin, an\nable member of the Indian Civil Service, specially versed in frontier\npolitics, to act as Political Officer with the force in Afghanistan,\nso that no blunders of this kind might be re-enacted.Mary went back to the garden.John took the milk there.But nothing was done either to rehabilitate Yakoob's character or to\nnegotiate with him for the restoration of a central authority in\nAfghanistan.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Any other suitable candidate for the Ameership failing to\npresent himself, the present ruler, Abdurrahman, being then, and\nindeed until the eve of the catastrophe at Maiwand, on 27th July 1880,\nan adventurous pretenderJohn went to the office.Sandra went to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the office.That policy, of which the inner history has still\nto be written, had a great deal more to be said in its favour than\nwould now be admitted, and only the unexpected genius and success of\nAbdurrahman has made the contrary policy that was pursued appear the\nacme of sound sense and high statesmanship.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bedroom.When Lord Ripon reached\nBombay at the end of May, the fate of Afghanistan was still in the\ncrucible.Mary went to the office.Mary moved to the garden.John moved to the hallway.Even Abdurrahman, who had received kind treatment in the\npersons of his imprisoned family at Candahar from the English, was not\nregarded as a factor of any great importance; while Ayoob, the least\nknown of all the chiefs, was deemed harmless only a few weeks before\nhe crossed the Helmund and defeated our troops in the only battle lost\nduring the war.But if none of the candidates inspired our authorities\nwith any confidence, they were resolute in excluding Yakoob Khan.John travelled to the bedroom.John moved to the office.Having been relieved from the heavier charge of murdering Cavagnari,\nhe was silently cast on the not less fatal one of being a madman.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra moved to the office.John travelled to the bedroom.Such was the position of the question when Lord Ripon and his\nsecretary landed at Bombay.John travelled to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the garden.3 |       11   |\n    |        6 |       12   |\n    |       10 |       13   |\n    |       14 |       14   |\n    |       19 |       15   |\n    |       27 |       16   |  Clock\n    | Nov.John went to the hallway.Sandra put down the milk.15 |       15   |  slower.Mary picked up the milk there.John went back to the kitchen.John went to the garden.|       20 |       14   |\n    |       24 |       13   |\n    |       27 |       12   |\n    |       30 |       11   |\n    | Dec.Mary put down the milk.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra went back to the hallway.2 |       10   |\n John journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.Mary moved to the bedroom.Sandra left the apple.|__________|____________|\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n\n\n\nTHE OCELLATED PHEASANT.John went back to the garden.The collections of the Museum of Natural History of Paris have just been\nenriched with a magnificent, perfectly adult specimen of a species of\nbird that all the scientific establishments had put down among their\ndesiderata, and which, for twenty years past, has excited the curiosity\nof naturalists.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the apple there.This species, in fact, was known only by a few caudal\nfeathers, of which even the origin was unknown, and which figured in the\ngalleries of the Jardin des Plantes under the name of _Argus ocellatus_.This name was given by J. Verreaux, who was then assistant naturalist at\nthe museum.Daniel went back to the office.Sandra left the apple there.L. Bonaparte, in his Tableaux\nParalleliques de l'Ordre des Gallinaces, as _Argus giganteus_, and a\nfew years later it was reproduced by Slater in his Catalogue of the\nPhasianidae, and by Gray is his List of the Gallinaceae.Sandra took the apple there.But it was not\ntill 1871 and 1872 that Elliot, in the Annals and Magazine of Natural\nHistory, and in a splendid monograph of the Phasianidae, pointed out\nthe peculiarities that were presented by the feathers preserved at the\nMuseum of Paris, and published a figure of them of the natural size.Sandra discarded the apple.The discovery of an individual whose state of preservation leaves\nnothing to be desired now comes to demonstrate the correctness of\nVerreaux's, Bonaparte's, and Elliot's suppositions.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra went back to the garden.This bird, whose\ntail is furnished with feathers absolutely identical with those that\nthe museum possessed, is not a peacock, as some have asserted, nor an\nordinary Argus of Malacca, nor an argus of the race that Elliot named\n_Argus grayi_, and which inhabits Borneo, but the type of a new genus of\nthe family Phasianidae.John went back to the bedroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.This Gallinacean, in fact, which Mr.Maingonnat\nhas given up to the Museum of Natural History, has not, like the common\nArgus of Borneo, excessively elongated secondaries; and its tail is not\nformed of normal rectrices, from the middle of which spring two very\nlong feathers, a little curved and arranged like a roof; but it consists\nof twelve wide plane feathers, regularly tapering, and ornamented with\nocellated spots, arranged along the shaft.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Its head is not bare, but is\nadorned behind with a tuft of thread-like feathers; and,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "There is reason,\nthen, for placing the bird, under the name of _Rheinardius ocellatus_,\nin the family Phasianidae, after the genus _Argus_ which it connects,\nafter a manner, with the pheasants properly so-called.The specific name\n_ocellatus_ has belonged to it since 1871, and must be substituted for\nthat of _Rheinardi_.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the office.The bird measures more than two meters in length, three-fourths of which\nbelong to the tail.Sandra got the apple there.The head, which is relatively small, appears to be\nlarger than it really is, owing to the development of the piliform tuft\non the occiput, this being capable of erection so as to form a crest\n0.05 to 0.06 of a meter in height.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Sandra dropped the apple.The feathers of this crest are\nbrown and white.The back and sides of the head are covered with downy\nfeathers of a silky brown and silvery gray, and the front of the neck\nwith piliform feathers of a ruddy brown.Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra went to the bedroom.The upper part of the body is\nof a blackish tint and the under part of a reddish brown, the whole\ndotted with small white or _cafe-au-lait_ spots.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Analogous spots are\nfound on the wings and tail, but on the secondaries these become\nelongated, and tear-like in form.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Mary moved to the bedroom.On the remiges the markings are quite\nregularly hexagonal in shape; and on the upper coverts of the tail\nand on the rectrices they are accompanied with numerous ferruginous\nblotches, some of which are irregularly scattered over the whole surface\nof the vane, while others, marked in the center with a blackish spot,\nare disposed in series along the shaft and resemble ocelli.John grabbed the apple there.Daniel journeyed to the office.Mary moved to the bathroom.This\nsimilitude of marking between the rectrices and subcaudals renders the\ndistinction between these two kinds of feathers less sharp than in many\nother Gallinaceans, and the more so in that two median rectrices are\nconsiderably elongated and assume exactly the aspect of tail feathers.Mary went back to the bedroom.He tried to make it appear that he\nconsidered it the most natural thing in the world, but he overdid it,\nand she saw that her presence was something quite out of the common.Sandra travelled to the hallway.This did not tend to set her any more at her ease.Mary went to the garden.John went to the bedroom.She already regretted\nthe step she had taken.Sandra moved to the office.What if it should prove to be the same Lockwood,\nshe thought, and what would they think of her?Lockwood,\" she said, as she\nfollowedMary left the football.Mary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"I fear I have come upon a very\nfoolish errand, and one that has nothing at all to do with the law.\"\"Not a breach of promise suit, then?\"\"Perhaps it is only an innocent subscription to a most worthy charity.I\nwas afraid at first,\" he went on lightly, \"that it was legal redress you\nwanted, and I was hoping that the way I led the Courdert's cotillion\nhad made you think I could conduct you through the mazes of the law as\nwell.\"Sandra moved to the hallway.John travelled to the office.\"No,\" returned Miss Catherwaight, with a nervous laugh; \"it has to do\nwith my unfortunate collection.This is what brought me here,\" she said,\nholding out the silver medal.\"I came across it just now in the Bowery.Sandra took the milk there.The name was the same, and I thought it just possible Mr.Lockwood would\nlike to have it; or, to tell you the truth, that he might tell me what\nhad become of the Henry Burgoyne who gave it to him.\"Young Latimer had the medal in his hand before she had finished\nspeaking, and was examining it carefully.He looked up with just a touch\nof color in his cheeks and straightened himself visibly.\"Please don't be offended,\" said the fair collector.Sandra put down the milk.You've heard of my stupid collection, and I know you think\nI meant to add this to it.But, indeed, now that I have had time to\nthink--you see I came here immediately from the pawnshop, and I was\nso interested, like all collectors, you know, that I didn't stop to\nconsider.That's the worst of a hobby; it carries one rough-shod over\nother people's feelings, and runs away with one.I beg of you, if you do\nknow anything about the coin, just to keep it and don't tell me, and I\nassure you what little I know I will keep quite to myself.\"Young Latimer bowed, and stood looking at her curiously, with the medal\nin his hand.\"I hardly know what to say,\" he began slowly.Mary went to the bedroom.You say you found this on the Bowery, in a pawnshop.Well, of\ncourse, you know Mr.Miss Catherwaight shook her head vehemently and smiled in deprecation.\"This medal was in his safe when he lived on Thirty-fifth Street at\nthe time he was robbed, and the burglars took this with the rest of the\nsilver and pawned it, I suppose.Lockwood would have given more for\nit than any one else could have afforded to pay.\"He paused a moment,\nand then continued more rapidly: \"Henry Burgoyne is Judge Burgoyne.Lockwood and he were friends when they\nwere boys.They were Damon\nand Pythias and that sort of thing.They roomed together at the State\ncollege and started to practise law in Tuckahoe as a firm, but they made\nnothing of it, and came on to New York and began reading law again with\nFuller & Mowbray.Sandra went back to the kitchen.It was while they were at school that", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "There was a mate to this, you know; Judge Burgoyne had it.Well, they continued to live and work together.They were both orphans\nand dependent on themselves.John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.I suppose that was one of the strongest\nbonds between them; and they knew no one in New York, and always spent\ntheir spare time together.They were pretty poor, I fancy, from all\nMr.Lockwood has told me, but they were very ambitious.They were--I'm\ntelling you this, you understand, because it concerns you somewhat:\nwell, more or less.They were great sportsmen, and whenever they could\nget away from the law office they would go off shooting.Sandra journeyed to the office.I think they\nwere fonder of each other than brothers even.Lockwood\ntell of the days they lay in the rushes along the Chesapeake Bay waiting\nfor duck.He has said often that they were the happiest hours of his\nlife.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.That was their greatest pleasure, going off together after duck or\nsnipe along the Maryland waters.Well, they grew rich and began to know\npeople; and then they met a girl.Mary went to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.It seems they both thought a great\ndeal of her, as half the New York men did, I am told; and she was the\nreigning belle and toast, and had other admirers, and neither met with\nthat favor she showed--well, the man she married, for instance.Mary moved to the kitchen.But for\na while each thought, for some reason or other, that he was especially\nfavored.Lockwood never spoke of it\nto me.But they both fell very deeply in love with her, and each thought\nthe other disloyal, and so they quarrelled; and--and then, though the\nwoman married, the two men kept apart.It was the one great passion\nof their lives, and both were proud, and each thought the other in the\nwrong, and so they have kept apart ever since.And--well, I believe that\nis all.\"Miss Catherwaight had listened in silence and with one little gloved\nhand tightly clasping the other.Daniel went to the garden.Latimer, indeed,\" she began, tremulously, \"I am terribly\nashamed of myself.I seemed to have rushed in where angels fear to\ntread.Of course I might\nhave known there was a woman in the case, it adds so much to the story.But I suppose I must give up my medal.I never could tell that story,\ncould I?\"and, stooping down, the\nbrave little fellow caught Louie up in his arms, and, thus burdened,\ntried to run on toward the house.Daniel got the milk there.The rest of the boys were now far beyond them; and had just placed their\nfeet upon the doorstone, when a loud shout of \"help!\"Daniel put down the milk there.made them turn\nround; and there was Freddy, with Louie in his arms, staggering up the\nroad, the horns of the bull within a yard of his sideSandra went back to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Like a flash of lightning, Will snatched up a large rake which one of\nthe men had left lying on the grass, and dashed down the road.Daniel moved to the kitchen.There is\none minute to spare, just one!Daniel travelled to the bedroom.but in that minute Will has reached the\nspot, and launching his weapon, the iron points descend heavily on the\nanimal's head.The bull, rather aghast at this reception, which did not appear to be at\nall to his taste, seemed to hesitate a moment whether to charge his\nadversary or not; then, with a low growl of baffled fury, he slowly\nturned away, and trotted off toward the wood.Daniel went to the office.The help had not come a minute too soon; for Freddy, his sensitive\norganization completely overwrought by the events of the morning and his\nnarrow escape from death, had fallen fainting to the ground; his hands\nstill clenched in the folds of little Louie's jacket.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Will instantly\nraised him, when he saw that all danger was over, and he and some of the\nothers, who had come crowding down the road, very gently and quickly\ncarried the insensible boy to the house, and laid him on the lounge in\nthe library; while Peter ran for the housekeeper to aid in bringing him\nto life.Lockitt hurried up stairs as fast as she could with camphor,\nice water, and everything else she could think of good for fainting.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the office.asked Peter, as he ran on beside her.John went to the bedroom.\"Gone to New York, Master Peter,\" she replied; \"I don't think he will be\nhome before dinner time.\"Our little scapegrace breathed more freely; at least there were a few\nhours' safety from detection, and he reentered the library feeling\nconsiderably relieved.There lay Colonel Freddy, his face white as death; one little hand\nhanging lax and pulseless over the side of the lounge, and the ruffled\nshirt thrust aside from the broad, snowy chest.Sandra travelled to the garden.Sandra went back to the office.Sandra got the milk there.Harry stood over him,\nfanning his forehead; while poor Louie was crouched in a corner,\nsobbing as though his heart would break, and the others stood looking on\nas if they did not know what to do with themselves.Daniel picked up the football there.Lockitt hastened to apply her remedies; and soon a faint color came\nback to the cheek, and with a long sigh, the great blue eyes opened once\nmore, and the little patient murmured, \"Where am I?\"\"Oh, then he's not killed, after all!\"Mary went back to the garden.how glad I am you have come to life again!\"Mary got the apple there.This funny little speech made even Freddy laugh, and then Mrs.Lockitt\nsaid, \"But, Master Peter, you have not told me yet how it happened that\nMaster Frederic got in such a way.\"The eyes of the whole party became round and saucerDaniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the garden.Lockitt's wiry false curls would certainly have dropped off with\nastonishment if they hadn't been sewed fast to her cap, and she fairly\nwiped her eyes on her spectacle case, which she had taken out of her\npocket instead of her handkerchief, as they described Freddy's noble\neffort to save his helpless companion without thinking of himself.When\nthe narrative was brought to a close, she could only exclaim, \"Well,\nMaster Freddy, you are a little angel, sure enough!and Master William\nis as brave as a lion.To think of his stopping that great creetur, to\nbe sure!Wherever in the world it came from is the mystery.\"Lockitt bustled out of the room, and after she had gone, there was\na very serious and grateful talk among the elder boys about the escape\nthey had had, and a sincere thankfulness to God for having preserved\ntheir lives.The puzzle now was, how they were to return to the camp, where poor Tom\nhad been in captivity all this time.Sandra went back to the bedroom.It was certainly necessary to get\nback--but then the bull!John travelled to the bedroom.While they were yet deliberating on the horns\nof this dilemma, the library door suddenly opened, and in walked--Mr.he exclaimed, \"how do you come to be here?Sandra grabbed the apple there.There was general silence for a moment; but these boys had been taught\nby pious parents to speak the truth always, whatever came of it.that is the right principle to go on, dear children; TELL THE TRUTH when\nyou have done anything wrong, even if you are sure of being punished\nwhen that truth is known.So George, as the eldest, with one brave look at his comrades, frankly\nrelated everything that had happened; beginning at the quarrel with\nTom, down to the escape from the bull.To describe the varied expression\nof his auditor's face between delight and vexation, would require a\npainter; and when George at last said, \"Do you think we deserve to be\npunished, sir?or have we paid well enough already for our court\nmartial?\"Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Schermerhorn exclaimed, trying to appear highly incensed,\nyet scarcely able to help smiling:\n\n\"I declare I hardly know!How\ndare you treat a young gentleman so on my place?answer me that, you\nscapegraces!It is pretty plain who is at the bottom of all this--Peter\ndares not look at me, I perceive.At the same time, I am rather glad\nthat Master Tom has been taught what to expect if he runs down the\nUnion--it will probably save him from turning traitor any more, though\nyou were not the proper persons to pass sentence on him.As for our\nplucky little Colonel here--shake hands, Freddy!and for your sake I excuse the court martial.Now, let us see what\nhas become of the bull, and then go to the release of our friend Tom.Sandra left the apple.He\nmust be thoroughly repentant for his misdeeds by this time.\"Schermerhorn accordingly gave orders that the bull should be hunted\nup and secured, until his master should be discovered", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "What's\nhappened to it since 1770?\"\"Nothing, sir--that's the trouble, it's progressed backward--and\nBaltimore has taken its place.\"Daniel picked up the apple there.\"It's being served now, sir--twelve-thirty to two.\"Sandra travelled to the hallway.\"Order a pair of saddle horses, and have them around at one-thirty,\nplease.\"Daniel put down the apple there.\"There is no livery connected with the hotel, sir, but I'll do what I\ncan.Mary went back to the bathroom.There isn't any saddlers for hire, but we will get you a pair of\n'Cheney's Best,' sir--they're sometimes ridden.John moved to the bathroom.However, you had\nbetter drive, if you will permit me to suggest, sir.\"John travelled to the garden.\"No!--we will try the horses,\" he said.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the bedroom.It had been determined that they should ride for the reasons, as urged\nby Macloud, that they could go on horseback where they could not in a\nconveyance, and they would be less likely to occasion comment.Daniel moved to the kitchen.The\nformer of which appealed to Croyden, though the latter did not.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Macloud had borrowed an extra pair of riding breeches and puttees, from\nhis friend, and, at the time appointed, the two men passed through the\noffice.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Two <DW64> lads were holding a pair of rawboned nags, that resembled\nsaddlers about as much as a cigar-store Indian does a sonata.Croyden\nlooked them over in undisguised disgust.Daniel moved to the garden.John went back to the hallway.Mary moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.\"If these are Cheney's Best,\" he commented, \"what in Heaven's name are\nhis worst?\"Sandra went to the bathroom.Mary left the apple.Mary moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the office.said Macloud, adjusting the stirrups.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"Get aboard and leave\nthe kicking to the horses, they may be better than they look.Daniel got the football there.Daniel went to the hallway.\"Straight up to the College green,\" he replied, pointing; \"then one\nsquare to the right to King George Street, and on out it, across\nCollege Creek, to the Marine Barracks.John went back to the kitchen.The road forks there; you turn\nto the right; and the bridge is at the foot of the hill.\"\"He ought to write a guide book,\" said Croyden.Daniel moved to the garden.\"Well paved\nstreets,--but a trifle hard for riding.\"\"And more than a trifle dirty,\" Croyden added.\"My horse isn't so\nbad--how's yours?\"\"He'll do!--This must be the Naval Academy,\" as they passed along a\nhigh brick wall--\"Yonder, are the Barracks--the Marines are drilling in\nfront.\"They clattered over the", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The draw was open, to let a motor\nboat pass through, but it closed before they reached it.Macloud exclaimed, drawing rein,\nmidway.\"Look at the high bluff, on the farther shore, with the view up\nthe river, on one side, and down the Bay, and clear across on the\nother.... Now,\" as they wound up on the hill, \"for the first road to\nthe right.\"Daniel journeyed to the garden.laughed Croyden, as the road swung\nabruptly westward and directly away from Greenberry Point.\"Let us go a little farther,\" said Macloud.\"There must be a way--a\nbridle path, if nothing better--and, if we must, we can push straight\nthrough the timber; there doesn't seem to be any fences.You see, it\nwas rational to ride.\"as one unexpectedly took off to the right,\namong the trees, and bore almost immediately eastward.Presently they were startled by a series of explosions, a short\ndistance ahead.said Croyden, with mock\nseriousness.We must be a mile and more from the Point.It's\nsome one blasting, I think.\"\"It wasn't sufficiently muffled,\" Croyden answered.They waited a few moments: hearing no further noises, they proceeded--a\ntrifle cautiously, however.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.A little further on, they came upon a wood\ncutter.John picked up the football there.\"He doesn't appear at all alarmed,\" Croyden observed.John discarded the football.\"What were the\nexplosions, a minute ago?\"\"They weren't nothing,\" said the man, leaning on his axe.\"The Navy's\ngot a'speriment house over here.Yer don't\nneed be skeered.If yer goin' to the station, it's just a little ways,\nnow,\" he added, with the country-man's curiosity--which they did not\nsatisfy.Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bathroom.They passed the buildings of the Experiment Station and continued on,\namid pine and dogwood, elms and beeches.They were travelling parallel\nwith the Severn, and not very distant, as occasional glimpses of blue\nwater, through the trees, revealed.John picked up the football there.The\nriver became plainly visible with the Bay itself shimmering to the\nfore.John journeyed to the garden.Then the trees ended abruptly, and they came out on Greenberry\nPoint: a long, flat, triangular-shaped piece of ground, possibly two\nhundred yards across the base, and three hundred from base to point.Sandra went back to the bedroom.\"Somewhere near here, possibly just where your horse is standing, is\nthe treasure,\" said Macloud.John journeyed to the bathroom.laughed Croyden, \"and that appears to be my only chance,\nfor I can't see a trace of the trees which formed the square.\"Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.It looks as if it had been a carpenter\u2019s shop last, and it seems\nin very bad repair.\u201d\n\n\u201cI suppose it might as well", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\u201cStill,\nI--\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, no!that wasn\u2019t what I meant!\u201d protested Jessica.\u201cI--I wanted\nto propose something about it to you.If--if you will be seated, I can\nexplain what I meant.\u201d\n\nThe two ladies took chairs, but with a palpable accession of reserve on\ntheir countenances.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel took the milk there.The girl went on to explain:\n\n\u201cTo begin with, the factory-girls and sewing-girls here spend too much\ntime on the streets--I suppose it is so everywhere--the girls who were\nthrown out when the match factory shut down, particularly.Daniel left the milk.Then they get into trouble, or at any\nrate they learn slangy talk and coarse ways.But you can\u2019t blame them,\nfor their homes, when they have any, are not pleasant places, and where\nthey hire rooms it is almost worse still.Now, I\u2019ve been thinking of\nsomething--or, rather, it isn\u2019t my own idea, but I\u2019ll speak about that\nlater on.This is the idea: I have come to know a good many of the best\nof these girls--perhaps you would think they were the worst, too, but\nthey\u2019re not--and I know they would be glad of some good place where they\ncould spend their evenings, especially in the winter, where it would be\ncosey and warm, and they could read or talk, or bring their own sewing\nfor themselves, and amuse themselves as they liked.And I had thought\nthat perhaps that old house could be fixed up so as to serve, and they\ncould come through the shop here after tea, and so I could keep track of\nthem, don\u2019t you see?\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t quite think I do,\u201d said Miss Tabitha, with distinct\ndisapprobation.The plan had seemed so excellent to her,\nand yet it was to be frowned down.\u201cPerhaps I haven\u2019t made it clear to you,\u201d she ventured to say.\u201cOh, yes, you have,\u201d replied Miss Tabitha.\u201cI don\u2019t mind pulling the\nhouse down, but to make it a rendezvous for all the tag-rag and bob-tail\nin town--I simply couldn\u2019t think of it!John went to the bedroom.These houses along here have\nseen their best days, perhaps, but they\u2019ve all been respectable,\nalways!\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t think myself that you have quite grasped Miss Lawton\u2019s\nmeaning.\u201d\n\nIt was the low, full, quiet voice of the beautiful fur-clad lady that\nspoke, and Jessica looked at her with tears of anxious gratitude in her\neyes.Miss Minster seemed to avoid returning the glance, but went on in the\nsame even, musical tone:\n\n\u201cIt appears to me that there might be a great deal of much-needed\ngood done in just that way, Tabitha.The young lady says--I think I\nunderstood her to say", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the garden.It seems to me only common-sense, if\nyou want to help people, to help them in their own way, and not insist,\ninstead, that it shall be in your way--which really is no help at all!\u201d\n\n\u201cNobody can say, I hope, that I have ever declined to extend a helping\nhand to anybody who showed a proper spirit,\u201d said Miss Wilcox, with\ndignity, putting up her chin.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.Sandra travelled to the office.John moved to the kitchen.\u201cI know that, ma\u2019am,\u201d pleaded Jessica.Sandra moved to the garden.\u201cThat is why I felt sure you\nwould like my plan.I ought to tell you--it isn\u2019t quite my plan.Fairchild, at Tecumseh, who used to teach the Burfield school, who\nsuggested it.Daniel went back to the bathroom.She is a very, very good woman.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd I think it is a very, very good idea,\u201d said Miss Kate, speaking for\nthe first time directly to Jessica.Mary travelled to the hallway.Sandra went to the bathroom.\u201cOf course, there would have to be\nsafeguards.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou have no conception what a rough lot they are,\u201d said Miss Tabitha,\nin more subdued protest.\u201cThere is no telling who they would bring here,\nor what they wouldn\u2019t do.\u201d\n\n\u201cIndeed, I am sure all that could be taken care of,\u201d urged Jessica,\ntaking fresh courage, and speaking now to both her visitors.John went back to the bedroom.\u201cOnly those\nwhom I knew to mean well by the undertaking should be made members, and\nthey would agree to very strict rules, I feel certain.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, child alive!Mary moved to the garden.where would you get the money for it, even if it\ncould be done otherwise?\u201d Miss Tabitha wagged her curls conclusively,\nbut her smile was not unkind.John picked up the apple there.It would not be exact to say that Jessica had not considered this, but,\nas it was now presented, it seemed like a new proposition.Miss Wilcox did not wait over long for a reply, but proceeded to point\nout, in a large and exhaustive way, the financial impossibilities of the\nplan.Jessica had neither heart nor words for an interruption, and Miss\nKate listened in an absent-minded manner, her eyes on the plumes and\nvelvets in the showcase.The interruption did come in a curiously unexpected fashion.John went back to the kitchen.A loud\nstamping of wet feet was heard on the step outside; then the door from\nthe street was opened.John went back to the garden.Mary went to the office.Daniel went to the bedroom.The vehemence of the call-bell\u2019s clamor seemed to\ndismay the visitor, or perhaps it was the presence of the ladies.At\nall events, he took off his hat, as if it had been a parlor instead of a\nshop", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.Tracy!\u201d exclaimed Tabitha, rising from her chair.Reuben advanced now and shook hands with both her and Jessica.Mary picked up the milk there.For an\ninstant the silence threatened to be embarrassing, and it was not wholly\nrelieved when Tabitha presented him to Miss Minster, and that young lady\nbowed formally without moving in her chair.But the lawyer could not\nsuspect the disagreeable thoughts which were chasing one another behind\nthese two unruffled and ladylike fronts, and it was evident enough that\nhis coming was welcome to the mistress of the little shop.\u201cI have wanted to look in upon you before,\u201d he said to Jessica, \u201cand\nI am ashamed to think that I haven\u2019t done so.Mary left the milk.I have been very much\noccupied with other matters.It doesn\u2019t excuse me to myself, but it may\nto you.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, certainly, Mr.Tracy,\u201d Jessica answered, and then realized how\nmiserably inadequate the words were.\u201cIt\u2019s very kind of you to come at\nall,\u201d she added.Mary got the milk there.Refreshing himself with a\nlittle tobacco, he let himself be carried leisurely by the crowd between\nthe rows of tents.A philosophy of his own (which many men before and\nsince have adopted) permitted him to stare with a superior good nature\nat the open love-making around him.He imagined his own figure,--which\nwas already growing a little stout,--in a light gray jacket and duck\ntrousers, and laughed.Eliphalet was not burdened with illusions of that\nkind.Mary journeyed to the hallway.These heroes might have their hero-worship.As he was sauntering toward a deserted seat at the foot of a tree, it so\nchanced that he was overtaken by Mr.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Only\nthat morning, this gentleman, in glancing through the real estate column\nof his newspaper, had fallen upon a deed of sale which made him wink.He\nreminded his wife that Mr.Hopper had not been to supper of late.Cluyme held out his hand with more than common cordiality.Hopper took it, the fingers did not close any too tightly over his own.But it may be well to remark that Mr.Hopper himself did not do any\nsqueezing.John grabbed the apple there.He took off his hat grudgingly to Miss Belle.Sandra went back to the hallway.\"I hope you will take pot luck with us soon again, Mr.\"We only have plain and simple things, but they are\nwholesome, sir.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Dainties are poor things to work on.I told that to his\nRoyal Highness when he was here last fall.Mary left the milk.He was speaking to me on the\nmerits of roast beef--\"\n\n\"It's a fine day,\" said Mr.Letting his gaze wander over the camp,\nhe added casually, \"I see that they have got a few mortars and howitzers\nsince yesterday.I suppose that is the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "They say Jeff Davis sent the\nstuff to 'em from the Government arsenal the Secesh captured at Baton\nRouge.They're pretty near ready to move on our arsenal now.\"He was not greatly interested in\nthis matter which had stirred the city to the quick.Daniel took the milk there.Cluyme spoken as one who was deeply moved.Just then, as if to spare the\npains of a reply, a \"Jenny Lind\" passed them.John journeyed to the garden.Miss Belle recognized the\ncarriage immediately as belonging to an elderly lady who was well known\nin St.Every day she drove out, dressed in black bombazine, and\nheavily veiled.Daniel went back to the hallway.As the mother-in-law of the stalwart\nUnion leader of the city, Miss Belle's comment about her appearance in\nCamp Jackson was not out of place.she exclaimed, \"I'd like to know what she's doing here!\"Hopper's answer revealed a keenness which, in the course of a few\ndays, engendered in Mr.Cluyme as lusty a respect as he was capable of.\"I don't know,\" said Eliphalet; \"but I cal'late she's got stouter.\"Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.\"That Union principles must be healthy,\" said he, and laughed.Daniel dropped the milk.Miss Cluyme was prevented from following up this enigma.The appearance\nof two people on Davis Avenue drove the veiled lady from her mind.Eliphalet, too, had seen them.One was the tall young Captain of\nDragoons, in cavalry boots, and the other a young lady with dark brown\nhair, in a lawn dress.\"They think they are alone in the\ngarden of Eden.But since he's\na captain, and has got a uniform, she's come round pretty quick.Daniel took the milk there.I'm\nthankful I never had any silly notions about uniforms.\"She glanced at Eliphalet, to find that his eyes were fixed on the\napproaching couple.\"Clarence is handsome, but worthless,\" she continued in her sprightly\nway.John grabbed the apple there.\"I believe Jinny will be fool enough to marry him.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John went to the hallway.Do you think\nshe's so very pretty, Mr.\"Neither do I,\" Miss Belle assented.And upon that, greatly to\nthe astonishment of Eliphalet, she left him and ran towards them.she cried; \"Jinny, I have something so interesting to tell\nyou!\"The look she bestowed upon Miss Cluyme was\nnot one of welcome, but Belle was not sensitive.Sandra went back to the garden.Putting her arm through\nVirginia's, she sauntered off with the pair toward the parade grounds,\nClarence maintaining now a distance of three feet, and not caring to\nhide his annoyance.Eliphalet's eyes smouldered, following the three until they were lost\nin the crowd.That expression of Virginia's had reminded him of a\ntime, years gone, when she had come into the store on her return from\nKentucky, and had ordered him to tell her father of her arrival.And Eliph", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra got the football there.She has wealth, and manners,\nand looks.John journeyed to the hallway.Too bad he holds such views\non secession.I have always thought, sir, that you were singularly\nfortunate in your connection with him.\"John journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John went to the bedroom.There was a point of light now in each of Mr.Mary went back to the kitchen.Cluyme continued:\n\n\"What a pity, I say, that he should run the risk of crippling himself by\nhis opinions.\"And southwestern notes are not worth the paper they are written on--\"\n\nBut Mr.Cluyme has misjudged his man.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.If he had come to Eliphalet for\ninformation of Colonel Carvel's affairs, or of any one else's affairs,\nhe was not likely to get it.Sandra put down the football.Sandra picked up the football there.It is not meet to repeat here the long\nbusiness conversation which followed.John went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Cluyme,\nwho was in dry goods himself, was as ignorant when he left Eliphalet\nas when he met him.John grabbed the milk there.Mary travelled to the garden.But he had a greater respect than ever for the\nshrewdness of the business manager of Carvel & Company.Sandra moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the office..........................\n\nThat same Thursday, when the first families of the city were whispering\njubilantly in each other's ears of the safe arrival of the artillery and\nstands of arms at Camp Jackson, something of significance was happening\nwithin the green inclosure of the walls of the United States arsenal,\nfar to the southward.Sandra left the football there.The days had become alike in sadness to Stephen.\"Nothing, Padre--but stay and meet it,\" the man replied quietly.John grabbed the football there.Then Rosendo wrapped himself in one\nof the blankets which he had picked up as he passed through the\n_plaza_, and lay down upon the shale.John dropped the football.John discarded the milk there.The warm, sluggish air lay about him,\nmephitic in its touch.Mary went to the office.Mary travelled to the garden.The great vampire bats that soughed through it\nsymbolized the \"pestilence that walketh in darkness.\"Sandra moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.Lonely calls\ndrifted across the warm lake waters from the dripping jungle like the\nhollow echoes of lost souls.Rosendo tossed fitfully, and now and then\nuttered deep groans.John went to the bedroom.He\nstruggled to his feet and paced gloomily back and forth along the brow\nof the hill.The second church stood near, deserted, gloomy, no longer\na temple of God, but a charnel house of fear and black superstition.Mary grabbed the apple there.In the distance the ghostly white walls of the Rincon churchMary put down the apple.Mary travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "There\nwas now no thought of God--no thought of divine aid.Jose was riding\nagain the mountainous billows of fear and unbelief; nor did he look\nfor the Master to come to him through the thick night across the\nheaving waters.Daniel moved to the bathroom.The tardy dawn brought Dona Maria to the foot of the hill, where she\ndeposited food, and held distant converse with the exiles.Don Mario\nhad just departed, taking the direction across the lake toward San\nLucas.Sandra went back to the kitchen.He had compelled his wife to remain in Simiti to watch over the\nlittle store, while he fled with two boatmen and abundant supplies.John moved to the bathroom.Others likewise were preparing to flee, some to the Boque river, some\nup the Guamoco trail.Dona Maria was keeping Carmen closely, nor would\nshe permit her to as much as venture from the house.\"Why should not the senora take Carmen and go to Boque, Rosendo?\"\"Then you and I could occupy our own houses until we knew\nwhat the future had in store for us.\"Mary picked up the milk there.Carmen would be safe in the protecting care of\nDon Nicolas.From the\nhilltop Jose could descry the Alcalde's boat slowly wending its way\nacross the lake toward the Juncal.John travelled to the garden.Rosendo, having finished his\nmorning meal, prepared to meet the day.Mary dropped the milk there.\"_Bien_, Padre,\" he said, \"when the sun gets high we cannot stay here.\"Why not in the old church, Rosendo?\"Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"_Hombre!_ that old church is\nhaunted!\"Jose could never understand the nature of this man, so brave in the\nface of physical danger, yet so permeated with superstitious dread of\nthose imaginary inhabitants of the invisible realm.John journeyed to the bathroom.\"Padre,\" suggested Rosendo at length.\"We will go down there, nearer\nthe lake, to the old shack where the blacksmith had his forge.Daniel went back to the office.He died\ntwo years ago, and the place has since been empty.\"\"Go then, Rosendo, and I will follow later,\" assented Jose, who now\ncraved solitude for the struggle for self-mastery which he saw\nimpending.While Rosendo moved off toward the deserted shack, the priest\ncontinued his restless pacing along the crest of the hill.John moved to the hallway.The morning\nwas glorious--but for the blighting thoughts of men.The vivid green\nof the dewy hills shone like new-laid color.Mary got the milk there.The lake lay like a\ndiamond set in emeralds.Daniel took the apple there.John picked up the football there.Mary went to the kitchen.The dead town glowed brilliantly white in the\nmounting sun.Jose knew that the heat would soon drive him from the\nhill.Mary dropped the milk.He walked toward it;\nthen mounted the broken steps.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.The hinges, rusted and broken, had let\nthe heavy door, now bored through andJohn journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra put down the football.John grabbed the apple there.Through the opening thus afforded, Jose could peer into\nthe cavernous blackness within.Sandra went to the hallway.The sun shot its terrific heat at him,\nand the stone steps burned his sandaled feet.John journeyed to the hallway.Then through the opening he entered the dusty,\nill-smelling old edifice.Mary grabbed the milk there.John journeyed to the garden.Sandra moved to the bathroom.When his eyes had become accustomed to the dimness within, he saw that\nthe interior was like that of the other church, only in a more\ndilapidated state.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.There were but few benches; and the brick altar,\npoorer in construction, had crumbled away at one side.John dropped the football.John discarded the apple.Dust, mold, and\ncobwebs covered everything; but the air was gratefully cool.Jose\nbrushed the thick dust from one of the benches.Then he lay down upon\nit, and was soon sunk in heavy sleep.John got the apple there.John picked up the football there.*       *       *       *       *\n\nThe sun had just crossed the meridian.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John discarded the football.Jose awoke, conscious that he\nwas not alone.The weird legend that hung about the old church\nfiltered slowly through his dazed brain.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Rosendo had said that an\nangel of some kind dwelt in the place.John grabbed the football there.And surely a presence sat on\nthe bench in the twilight before him!Daniel went back to the hallway.He roused up, rubbed his sleepy\neyes, and peered at it.\"I looked all around for the bad angel that padre Rosendo said lived\nhere, and I didn't find anything but you.\"And because having alwayes kept my self indifferent, caring not whether\nI were known or no, I could not chuse but get some kinde of reputation,\nI thought that I ought to do my best to hinder it at least from being\nill.The other reason which obliged me to write this, is, that observing\nevery day more and more the designe I have to instruct my self, retarded\nby reason of an infinite number of experiments which are needful to me,\nand which its impossible for me to make without the help of others;\nalthough I do not so much flatter my self, as to hope that the Publick,\nshares much in my concernments; yet will I not also be so much wanting\nto my self, as to give any cause to those who shall survive me, to\nreproach this, one day to me, That I could have left them divers things\nfar beyond what I have done, had I not too much neglected to make them\nunderstand wherein they might contribute to my designe.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the kitchen.John dropped the football.And I thought it easie for me to chooseDaniel went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Wherein I\ncannot say whether I have succeeded or no; neither will I prevent the\njudgment of any man by speaking of my own Writings: but I should be\nglad they might be examin'd; and to that end I beseech all those who\nhave any objections to make, to take the pains to send them to my\nStationer, that I being advertised by him, may endeavour at the same\ntime to adjoyn my Answer thereunto: and by that means, the Reader seeing\nboth the one and the other, may the more easily judge of the Truth.Daniel travelled to the garden.For\nI promise, that I will never make any long Answers, but only very freely\nconfesse my own faults, if I find them; or if I cannot discover them,\nplainly say what I shal think requisite in defence of what I have writ,\nwithout adding the explanation of any new matter, that I may not\nendlesly engage my self out of one into another.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Now if there be any whereof I have spoken in the beginning, of the\nOpticks and of the Meteors, which at first jarr, by reason that I call\nthem Suppositions, and that I seem not willing to prove them; let a man\nhave but the patience to read the whole attentively, and I hope he will\nrest satisfied: For (me thinks) the reasons follow each other so\nclosely, that as the later are demonstrated by the former, which are\ntheir Causes; the former are reciprocally proved by the later, which are\ntheir Effects.John went back to the kitchen.And no man can imagine that I herein commit the fault\nwhich the Logicians call a _Circle_; for experience rendring the\ngreatest part of these effects most certain, the causes whence I deduce\nthem serve not so much to prove, as to explain them; but on the\ncontrary, they are those which are proved by them.John went back to the hallway.Neither named I them\nSuppositions, that it might be known that I conceive my self able to\ndeduce them from those first Truths which I have before discovered: But\nthat I would not expresly do it to crosse certain spirits, who imagine\nthat they know in a day al what another may have thought in twenty\nyeers, as soon as he hath told them but two or three words; and who are\nso much the more subject to erre, and less capable of the Truth, (as\nthey are more quick and penetrating) from taking occasion of erecting\nsome extravagant Philosophy on what they may beleeve to be my\nPrinciples, and lest the fault should be attributed to me.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the office.Mary got the football there.For as for\nthose opinions which are wholly mine, I excuse them not as being new,\nbecause that if the reasons of them be seriously considered, I assure my\nself, they will be found so plain, and so agreeable to common sense,\nthat they will seem less extraordinary and strange then any other which\nmay be held on the same Subjects.Sandra moved to the office.Mary left the football.John went to the office.Neither do I boast that I", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the kitchen.If Mechanicks cannot so soon put in practise the Invention which is set\nforth in the Opticks, I beleeve that therefore men ought not to condemn\nit; forasmuch as skill and practice are necessary for the making and\ncompleating the Machines I have described; so that no circumstance\nshould be wanting.I should no less wonder if they should succeed at\nfirst triall, then if a man should learn in a day to play excellently\nwell on a Lute, by having an exact piece set before him.And if I write\nin French, which is the language of my Country, rather then in Latin,\nwhich is that of my Tutors, 'tis because I hope such who use their meer\nnaturall reason, wil better judge of my opinions, then those who only\nbeleeve in old Books.And for those who joyn a right understanding with\nstudy, (who I only wish for my Judges) I assure my self, they will not\nbe so partiall to the Latin, as to refuse to read my reasons because I\nexpresse them in a vulgar tongue.Sandra went back to the office.The rolls, when tumbled to and fro,\n                        Increased with every turning, so\n    First like a cushion on they sped,\n    Then like a pillow, next, a bed,\n    Until the snow, adhering there,\n    Would leave the grass or pebbles bare.As higher blocks of snow were laid\n    Still higher scaffolding was made,\n    And ladders brought to use instead\n    Of those too short to reach the head.Mary went back to the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    Thus grew the form from hour to hour;\n    For Brownies' hands have wondrous power,\n    And let them turn to what they will\n    Surprising work will follow still.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Some shaped the legs or smoothed the waist,\n    Some saw plump arms were rightly placed;\n    The head was fixed with proper pose,\n    Well fashioned were both ears and nose.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel took the apple there.So close thronged Brownies high and low,\n    A looker-on would hardly know\n      What plan or shape the busy band\n        Of cunning Brownies had in hand.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bedroom.But plan they had, and deftness too,\n            As well was seen when they were through.The rounded form and manly port\n                Showed modeling of rarest sort,\n                While charcoal eyes, so well designed", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "And when the poles around the base\n                Had been returned each to its place,\n                And every ladder, bench, and board\n                They had in use, again was stored,\n                The Brownies stood around awhile\n                To gaze upon their work and smile.Each points at head, or hand, or toe,\n          His special handiwork to show.In truth, they had good reason there\n          With joy and pride to stand and stare,\n          And contemplate the object white\n          Which loomed above to such a height,\n                And not unlike some hero old,\n                For courage famed, or action bold,\n                With finger pointed out, as though,\n                To indicate the coming foe.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the office.But morning light soon came to chase\n                  The Brownies to their hiding-place.Sandra got the apple there.And children on their way to school\n                  Forgot their lessons and the rule\n    While gazing on the statue tall\n    That seemed to guard the County Hall.And after drifts had left the square,\n    When roads and shingle-roofs were bare,\n    The Brownies' statue, like a tower,\n    Still bravely faced both wind and shower--\n    Though sinking slowly all the while,\n    And losing corpulence and style,\n    Till gardeners, on the first of May,\n    With shovels pitched the man away.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\nTHE BROWNIES IN THE ACADEMY.[Illustration]\n\n                The Brownies once with capers spry\n                  To an Academy drew nigh,\n                  Which, founded by a generous hand,\n                  Spread light and learning through the land.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Sandra dropped the apple.The students, by ambition fired,\n                And men of science had retired;\n   Mary grabbed the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "A battery was soon displayed,\n        And strange experiments were made;\n      Electric currents were applied\n    To meadow-frogs they found inside,\n    Which sage professors, nights and days,\n    Had gathered up, in various ways.To making pills some turned the mind,\n    While some to Dentistry inclined,\n    And aching teeth, both small and large,\n    Were there extracted free of charge.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    More gazed where phrenologic charts\n    Showed heads partitioned off in parts.Said one: \"Let others knowledge gain\n    Through which to conquer ache and pain,\n    But by these charts I'll do my best\n    To learn where Fancy makes her nest.\"John travelled to the hallway.Another cried, as he surveyed\n    The bumps that were so well arrayed:\n    \"These heads exhibit, full and clear,\n    Which one to love and whom to fear;\n      Who is with noble thoughts inspired,\n        And who with hate or envy fired;\n          The man as timid as the hare,\n            The man destructive as the bear.While choosing partners, one may find\n                It well to keep these charts in mind.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the garden.[Illustration]\n\n    A microscope at length, they found;\n    And next, the Brownies gathered round\n    A stereopticon machine\n    That cast its rays upon a screen.A thousand times it magnified,\n    Till, stretching out on every side,\n    An object large and larger spread,\n    And filled the gazing group with dread.Daniel grabbed the apple there.The locust, beetle, and the bee\n    Soon gained proportions strange to see,\n    And seemed like monsters close at hand\n    To put an end to all the band.Sandra got the milk there.[Illustration]\n\n    Ere long a door was open swung,\n    To show some skeletons that hung\n    From hook and peg, which caused a shout\n    Of fear to rise from those about.Daniel dropped the apple there.Said one: \"Thus Science works its way\n    Through old remains from day to day;\n    And those who during life could find\n    No time, perhaps, to aid mankind,\n    May, after all, in some such place\n                       For years assist the human race\n                       By giving students, as you see,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went to the garden.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n                      At other times, all breathless grouped\n                      O'er crucibles, the Brownies stooped\n    To separate, with greatest skill,\n    The grains which cure from those that kill;\n    While burning acids, blazes blue,\n    And odors strong confused the crew.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Cried one: \"Through trials hard to bear,\n    The student must himself prepare,\n    Though mixing paint, or mixing pill--\n        Or mixing phrases, if you will--\n        No careless study satisfies\n             If one would to distinction rise;\n                  The minds that shed from pole to pole\n                  The light of years, as round we roll,\n                  Are first enriched through patient toil,\n                  And kindled by the midnight oil.\"WHEN WE RAN WITH THE OLD MACHINE.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel picked up the football there.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.*       *       *       *       *\n\n  Brave relics of the past are we,\n    Old firemen, staunch and true,\n  We're thinking now of days gone by\n    And all that we've gone through.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the office.Thro' fire and flames we've made our way,\n    And danger we have seen;\n  We never can forget the time\n    When we ran with the old machine.Daniel grabbed the milk there.John moved to the hallway.Mary grabbed the apple there.Daniel discarded the milk.In numbers now we are but few,\n  A host have pased away,\n  But still we're happy, light and free,\n    Our spirits never decay\n  We often sigh for those old days\n    Whose memory we keep green,\n  Oh!there was joy for man and boy,\n    When we ran with the old machine.*       *       *       *       *\n\nInstruments for extinguishing fires were introduced in various parts\nof Europe more than three hundred years ago.Daniel took the milk there.Mary discarded the apple.The fire laddies of that\nperiod would probably look aghast if they couldJohn went to the office.Mary grabbed the apple there.Daniel left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel got the football there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.One of the old time machines is said to\nconsist of a huge tank of water placed upon wheels, drawn by a large\nnumber of men, and to which was attached a small hose.When the water\nin the tank became exhausted it was supplied by a bucket brigade,\nsomething on the plan in use at the present time in villages not able\nto support an engine.The oldest record of a fire engine in Paris was one used in the king's\nlibrary in 1684, which, having but one cylinder, threw water to a\ngreat height, a result obtained by the use of an air chamber.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra went to the bathroom.Leather\nhose was introduced into Amsterdam in 1670, by two Dutchmen, and they\nalso invented the suction pipe at about the same period.Mary went back to the bedroom.About the\nclose of the seventeenth century an improved engine was patented in\nEngland.Daniel left the football.It was a strong cistern of oak placed upon wheels, furnished\nwith a pump, an air chamber and a suction pipe of strong leather,\nthrough which run a spiral piece of metal.Mary journeyed to the hallway.This engine was little\nimproved until the early part of the last century.Sandra moved to the hallway.In the United States bucket fire departments were organized in most of\nthe cities in the early part of the last century, and hand engines,\nused by the old volunteer firemen, did not come into general use until\nabout fifty years later.The New York volunteer fire department was\nfor a long time one of the institutions of the country.When they had\ntheir annual parade the people of the surrounding towns would flock\nto the city and the streets would be as impassible as they are to-day\nwhen a representative of one of the royal families of Europe is placed\non exhibition.Daniel got the football there.At the New York state fairs during the early '50s the\ntournaments of the volunteer fire department of the various cities\nthroughout the state formed one of the principal attractions.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Many\na melee occurred between the different organizations because they\nconsidered that they had not been properly recognized in the line of\nmarch or had not been awarded a medal for throwing a stream of water\nfarther than other competitors.A Berlin correspondent of the Pioneer Press many years ago, said that\nwhen an alarm of fire was sounded in the city, the members of the fire\ncompanies would put on their uniforms and report to their various\nengine houses.When a sufficient number had assembled to make a\nshowing the foreman would call the roll, beer would be passed down the\nline, the health of the kaiser properly remembered and then they would\nstart out in search of the fire.As a general thing the fire would\nbe out long before they arrived upon the scene, and they would then\nreturn to their quarters, have another beer and be dismissed.To Cincinnati belongs the credit of having introduced the first paid\nsteam fire department in the United States, but all the other large\ncities rapidly followed.Sandra moved to the kitchen.*       *       *", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the garden.Paul passed an ordinance\nrequiring the owners of all buildings, public or private, to provide\nand keep in good repair, substantial buckets, marked with paint the\nword \"Fire\" on one side and the owner's name on the other, subject\nto inspection by the fire warden and to be under his control when\noccasion required.The first attempt at organizing a fire brigade, was\nmade by R.C.Knox raised a small sum of\nmoney by subscription, with which he purchased several ladders, and\nthey were frequently brought into requisition by the little band of\nmen whom Mr.Sandra got the football there.Knox was a man of\nenormous stature, and it was said he could tire out a dozen ordinary\nmen at a fire.*       *       *       *       *\n\nTwo public-spirited citizens of St.Paul, John McCloud and Thompson\nRitchie, purchased in the East and brought to the city at their own\nexpense the first fire engine introduced in the Northwest.Although\nit was a miniature affair, on numerous occasions it rendered valuable\nassistance in protecting the property of our pioneer merchants.Mary picked up the apple there.Ritchie is still living, his home being in Philadelphia.*       *       *       *       *\n\nIn November, 1854, Pioneer Hook and Ladder Company No.1 was organized\nunder provisions of the city charter.Mary dropped the apple.John went back to the garden.A constitution and by-laws were\nadopted and the members agreed to turn out promptly on all occasions\nof fire alarms.As compensation for their services they were excused\nfrom jury duty, poll tax, work on the roads, or state military\nservice, for the period of five years.The original constitution of\nthe Pioneer Hook and Ladder company contained the following membership\nroll: Foreman, Isaac A. Banker; assistant foremen, H.B.John picked up the apple there.Pearson and\nGeorge F. Blake; treasurer, Richard Galloway; secretary, Robert Mason;\nmembers, Henry Buell, John W. Cathcart, Charles D. Elfelt, Edward\nHeenan, Thompson Ritchie, Philip Ross, Wash.John put down the apple.\"Th' impoloight rascals!They should be ashamed av thimsilves!\"Sandra left the football.\"At school you had a way of always showing up just when you were needed\nmost, and you have not gotten over it.\"\"It's harrud to tache an ould dog new thricks, Frankie.\"\"You don't want to learn any new tricks; the old ones you know are all\nright.\"Frankie, here it is, an' I'm wid yez, me b'y, till Oi have ter lave\nyez, which won't be in a hurry, av Oi know mesilf.\"The two lads clasped hands in the darkness of the passage.\"Now,\" said Frank, \"to get out of this place.\"\"Better go th' way we came", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But how in the world did you happen to appear at such an\nopportune moment?\"Oi saw yez, me b'y, whin th' crowd was cheerin' fer yez, but Oi\ncouldn't get to yez, though Oi troied me bist.\"\"Oi did, but it's lost yez Oi would, av ye wasn't sane to come in here\nby thim as wur watchin' av yez.\"\"Thot it wur, me darlint, unliss ye wanter to shoot th' spalpanes ye wur\nwid.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Av they'd crowded yez, Oi reckon ye'd found a way to dispose av th'\nlot.\"\"They were about to crowd me when I fired into the air.\"John moved to the bathroom.\"An' th' flash av th' revolver showed me yer face.\"\"That's how you were sure it was me, is it?\"Fer another, Oi hearrud yer voice, an' ye don't\nsuppose Oi wouldn't know thot av Oi should hear it astraddle av th'\nNorth Pole, do yez?\"Sandra picked up the apple there.\"Well, I am sure I knew your voice the moment I heard it, and the sound\ngave no small amount of satisfaction.\"The boys now hurried back along the narrow passage, and soon reached the\ndoorway by which they had entered.John grabbed the milk there.The procession had passed on, and the great crowd of people had melted\nfrom the street.John put down the milk there.As soon as they were outside the passage, Barney explained that he had\narrived in town that night, and had hurried to the St.Charles Hotel,\nbut had found Professor Scotch in bed, and Frank gone.Sandra moved to the bathroom.\"Th' profissor was near scared to death av me,\" said Barney.Sandra picked up the milk there.\"He\nwouldn't let me in th' room till th' bellboy had described me two or\nthray toimes over, an' whin Oi did come in, he had his head under th'\nclothes, an', be me soul!John journeyed to the office.I thought by th' sound that he wur shakin'\ndice.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.It wuz the tathe av him chattering togither.\"Sandra discarded the milk.Frank was convulsed with laughter, while Barney went on:\n\n\"'Profissor,' sez Oi, 'av it's doice ye're shakin', Oi'll take a hand at\ntin cints a corner.'\"Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"He looked out at me over the edge av th' bed-sprid, an' he sez, sez he,\n'Are ye sure ye're yersilf, Barney Mulloy?or are ye Colonel Sally de la\nVilager'--or something av th' sort--'in disguise?'\"Sandra journeyed to the garden.\"Oi looked at him, an' thot wur all Oi said.OSandra dropped the apple.Daniel went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Oi asked him where yo\nwur, an' he said ye'd gone out to see th' parade.Whin Oi found out thot\nwur all Oi could get out av him, Oi came out an' looked fer yez.\"When Frank had ceased to laugh, he explained the meaning of the\nprofessor's strange actions, and it was Barney's turn to laugh.\"So it's a duel he is afraid av, is it?\"\"Begobs, it's niver a duel was Oi in, but the profissor wuz koind to me\nat Fardale, an' it's a debt av gratitude Oi owe him, so Oi'll make me\nbluff.\"\"I do not believe Colonel Vallier will meet any one but Professor\nScotch, but the professor will be too ill to meet him, so he will have\nto accept a substitute, or go without a fight.\"\"To tell ye th' truth, Frankie, Oi'd rather he'd refuse to accept, but\nit's an iligant bluff Oi can make.\"Daniel journeyed to the hallway.\"Tell me what brought this duel aboit.\"So Frank told the whole story about the rescue of the Flower Queen, the\nappearance of Rolf Raymond and Colonel Vallier, and how the masked girl\nhad called his name just as they were taking her away, with the result\nalready known to the reader.\"An' thot wur her Oi saw in th' parade to-noight?\"I still have it here, although it\nis somewhat crushed.\"\"Ah, Frankie, me b'y, it's a shly dog ye are!Daniel journeyed to the garden.Th' girruls wur foriver\ngetting shtuck on yez, an' Oi dunno what ye hiv been doin' since l'avin'\nFardale.It's wan av yer mashes this must be.\"\"I've made no mashes, Barney.\"Mary went back to the kitchen.\"Not m'anin' to, perhaps, but ye can't hilp it, laddybuck, fer they will\nget shtuck on yez, av ye want thim to or not.Daniel went back to the office.Ye don't hiv ter troy to\ncatch a girrul, Frankie.\"\"But I give you my word that I cannot imagine who this can be.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.All the\ncuriosity in my nature is aroused, and I am determined to know her name\nbefore I rest.\"John moved to the hallway.\"Well, b'y, Oi'm wid yez.\"Go to the place where the Krewe of Proteus holds its ball.\"As both were strangers in New Orleans, they did not know how to make the\nshortest cut to the ballroom, and Frank found it impossible to obtain a\ncarriage.Daniel grabbed the football there.They were delayed most exasperatingly, and, when they arrived\nat the place where the ball was to be held, the procession had broken\nup, and the Queen of Flowers was within the ballroom.\"I meant to get here\nahead of the procession, so that I could speak to herDaniel went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Well, let's go in an' spake to her now.\"John went back to the kitchen.\"An' we're very ixclusive paple.\"Mary went to the hallway.\"Only those having invitations can enter the ballroom.\"Thin it's outsoide we're lift.\"Is it too late to git invoitations?\"\"They can't be bought, like tickets.\"\"Well, what koind av a shindig do ye call this, Oi dunno?\"Frank explained that Professor Scotch had been able to procure\ninvitations, but neither of them had fancied they would care to attend\nthe ball, so the opportunity had been neglected.\"Whinever Oi can get something fer nothing, Oi take it,\" said Barney.\"It's a use Oi can make fer most things Oi get.\"Daniel took the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Frank hoped the Flower Queen\nwould come out, and he would be able to speak to her before she entered\na carriage and was carried away.Daniel dropped the apple there.\"'Belladonna; did ye ever hear the like?Mary went to the office.Weel, ma mannie,' he says tae Hopps, 'it's a fine\nploy, and ye 'ill better gang on wi' the Nux till it's dune, and gie him\nony ither o' the sweeties he fancies.Sandra travelled to the garden.\"'Noo, Hillocks, a' maun be aff tae see Drumsheugh's grieve, for he's\ndoon wi' the fever, and it's tae be a teuch fecht.A' hinna time tae\nwait for dinner; gie me some cheese an' cake in ma haund, and Jess 'ill\ntak a pail o' meal an' water.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.\"'Fee; a'm no wantin' yir fees, man; wi' that boxy ye dinna need a\ndoctor; na, na, gie yir siller tae some puir body, Maister Hopps,' an'\nhe was doon the road as hard as he cud lick.\"His fees were pretty much what the folk chose to give him, and he\ncollected them once a year at Kildrummie fair.Daniel went to the bathroom.\"Well, doctor, what am a' awin' ye for the wife and bairn?Ye 'ill need\nthree notes for that nicht ye stayed in the hoose an' a' the veesits.\"John picked up the apple there.\"Havers,\" MacLure would answer, \"prices are low, a'm hearing; gie's\nthirty shillings.\"Sandra went back to the garden.\"No, a'll no, or the wife 'ill tak ma ears off,\" and it was settled for\ntwo pounds.Lord Kilspindie gave him a free house and fields, and one\nway or other, Drumsheugh told me, the doctor might get in about L150.a year, out of which he had to pay his old housekeeper's wages and a\nboyJohn discarded the apple.Mary moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the bathroom.John went to the office.There was only one man who ever complained of the doctor's charges, and\nthat was the new farmer of Milton, who was so good that he was above\nboth churches, and held a meeting in his barn.Daniel grabbed the football there.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.(It was Milton the Glen\nsupposed at first to be a Mormon, but I can't go into that now.)Daniel left the football.He\noffered MacLure a pound less than he asked, and two tracts, whereupon\nMacLure expressed his opinion of Milton, both from a theological and\nsocial standpoint, with such vigor and frankness that an attentive\naudience of Drumtochty men could hardly contain themselves.Jamie Soutar\nwas selling his pig at the time, and missed the meeting, but he hastened\nto condole with Milton, who was complaining everywhere of the doctor's\nlanguage.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.[Illustration]\n\n\"Ye did richt tae resist him; it 'ill maybe roose the Glen tae mak a\nstand; he fair hands them in bondage.Sandra travelled to the garden.\"Thirty shillings for twal veesits, and him no mair than seeven mile\nawa, an' a'm telt there werena mair than four at nicht.\"Ye 'ill hae the sympathy o' the Glen, for a' body kens yir as free wi'\nyir siller as yir tracts.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the kitchen.\"Wes't 'Beware o' gude warks' ye offered him?Daniel moved to the garden.Man, ye choose it weel,\nfor he's been colleckin' sae mony thae forty years, a'm feared for him.\"A've often thocht oor doctor's little better than the Gude Samaritan,\nan' the Pharisees didna think muckle o' his chance aither in this warld\nor that which is tae come.\"Sandra moved to the garden.Rhodes demanded the\nappointment of Prime Minister of the Colony, but he was satisfied with\nthe Commissionership of Crown Lands and Works, the real object of his\naim.Mary went to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.Rhodes had cast his lines in America instead of South Africa, he\nwould be called a political boss.Daniel got the milk there.He would be the dominant factor of\none of the parties, and he would be able to secure delegates with as\nmuch ease as he does in Cape Colony, where the population is less mixed\nthan in our country.Daniel moved to the garden.John went to the bedroom.His political lieutenants act with the same vigour\nand on the same general lines as those in our country, and if a close\nexamination of their work could be made, many political tricks that the\nAmerican campaigner never heard of would probably be disclosed.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.One of the mildest accusations against him is that he paidJohn got the apple there.Daniel put down the milk.John went to the office.John left the apple.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the office.His political success depends in no little\nmeasure upon his personal acquaintanceship with the small men of his\nparty, and his method of treating them with as much consideration and\nrespect as those who have greater influence.Mary went back to the kitchen.John picked up the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.He is in constant\ncommunication with the leaders of the rural communities, and misses no\nopportunity to show his appreciation of their support.Rhodes may\nbe kingly when he is among kings, but he is also a farmer among farmers,\nand among the Cape Dutch and Boers such a metamorphosis is the necessary\nstepping-stone to the hearts and votes of that numerous people.Rhodes among a party of farmers or transport\nriders each one of whom has better clothing than the multimillionaire.John put down the football.Sandra got the apple there.John went to the office.Rhodes wore a hat which was so\nshabby that it became the subject of newspaper importance.John went back to the garden.When he is in\nRhodesia he dons the oldest suit of clothing in his wardrobe, and\nfollows the habits of the pioneers who are settling the country.John moved to the bathroom.He\nsleeps in a native kraal when he is not near a town, and eats of the\nsame canned beef and crackers that his Chartered Company serves to its\nmounted police.Sandra left the apple.When he is in that primeval country he despises\nostentation and displays in his honour, and will travel fifty miles on\nhorseback in an opposite direction in order to avoid a formal proceeding\nof any nature.Daniel journeyed to the office.John went back to the garden.Two years ago, when the railroad to Buluwayo, the\ncapital of Rhodesia, was formally opened, Mr.Rhodes telegraphed his\nregrets, and intimated that he was ill.John travelled to the office.As a matter of fact he\ntravelled night and day in order to escape to a place where telegrams\nand messages could not reach him.John travelled to the garden.When his host suggested that he was\nmissing many entertainments and the society of the most distinguished\nmen of South Africa, Mr.Mary went back to the office.Rhodes smiled and said: \"For that reason I\nescaped.\"Formality bores him, and he would rather live a month coatless and\ncollarless in a native kraal with an old colony story-teller than spend\nhalf an hour at a state dinner in the governor's mansion.It is related\nin this connection that Mr.John grabbed the football there.Rhodes was one of a distinguished party who\nattended the opening of a railroad extension near Cape Town.John left the football.John travelled to the kitchen.While the\nspeeches were being made, and the chairman was trying to find him, Mr.Rhodes slipped quietly away, and was discovered discarding his clothing\npreparatory to enjoying a bath in a near-by creek.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Rhodes is unmarried, and throughout the country has the reputation\nof being an avowedSandra went to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.He believes that a woman is an\nimpediment to a man's existence until he has attained the object and aim\nof his life, and has become deserving of luxuries.Sandra picked up the milk there.He not only believes\nin that himself, but takes advantage of every opportunity to impress the\nbelief upon the minds of those around him.John went back to the kitchen.In the summer of 1897 a\ncaptain in the volunteer army, and one of his most faithful lieutenants\nin Mashonaland, asked Mr.Rhodes for a three months' leave of absence to\ngo to Cape Colony.The captain had been through many native campaigns,\nand richly deserved a vacation, although that was not the real object of\nhis request for leave.The man wanted to go to Cape Colony to marry,\nand by severe cross-examination Mr.Rhodes learned that such was the\ncase.Sandra got the apple there.\"I can not let you go to Cape Colony; I want you to start for London\nto-morrow.I'll cable instructions when you arrive there,\" said Mr.Rhodes, and the wedding was postponed.When the captain reached London,\na cablegram from Mr.Rhodes said simply, \"Study London for three\nmonths.\"Nowhere in South Africa is there anything more interesting than Groote\nSchuur, the country residence of Mr.Mary got the football there.Rhodes, at Rondebosch, a suburb of\nCape Town.Mary went back to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.He has found time amid his momentous public duties to make\nhis estate the most magnificent on the continent of Africa.Besides a\nmansion which is a relic of the first settlers of the peninsula, and now\na palace worthy of a king's occupancy, there is an estate which consists\nof hundreds of acres of land overlooking both the Atlantic and Indian\nOceans, and under the walls of Table Mountain, the curio of a country.John went to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the garden.In addition to this, there are a zooelogical collection, which comprises\nalmost every specimen of African fauna that will thrive in captivity,\nand hundreds of flowering trees and plants brought from great distances\nto enrich the beauty of the landscape.Unsophisticated as\nshe was in the ways of the world, the fact of his making the\nhonourable accomplishment of his love for her dependent upon the fiat\nof another person could not but have lessened the value of his\ndeclarations--more especially when she had not truly given him her\nheart.Sandra discarded the apple.It was given to Silvain upon the occasion of their first\nmeeting, and it was not long before they found the opportunity to\nexchange vows of affection--a circumstance of which I and every person\nbut themselves were entirely ignorant.Daniel went back to the bedroom.\"It was because of Avicia's fear of her father that this love was kept\nsecret; he held her completely in control, and--first favouring\nKristel and then Silvain, playing them against each other, as it were,\nto his own advantage in the way of gifts--filled her with\nSandra went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel discarded the football.John got the football there.\"'Looking back,' Silvain said in his statement to me, 'upon the\nhistory of those days of happiness and torture, I can see now that I\nwas wrong in not endeavouring to arrive at a frank understanding with\nmy brother; but indeed I had but one thought--Avicia.Mary went back to the hallway.As Kristel\nbelieved her to be his, so did I believe her to be mine, and the idea\nof losing her was sufficient to make my life a life of despair.And\nafter all, it was for Avicia to decide.Daniel moved to the bathroom.John dropped the football there.Absorbing as was my love for\nher, I should have had no choice but to retire and pass my days in\nmisery had she decided in favour of Kristel.'Sandra took the apple there.\"The base conduct of Avicia's father was to a great extent the cause\nof turning brotherly love to hate.Seeing their infatuation, he\nbargained with each secretly, saying, in effect, 'What will you give\nme if I give you my daughter's hand?--for she will not, and cannot,\nmarry without my consent.'Daniel journeyed to the office.Mary took the football there.Mary dropped the football there.\"And to the other, 'What will _you_ give me?'Mary went to the bedroom.\"He bound them to secrecy by a solemn oath, and bound his daughter\nalso in like manner, promising that she should have the one she loved.John grabbed the football there.Silvain was the more liberal of the two, and signed papers, pledging\nhimself to pay to the avaricious father a large sum of money within a\ncertain time after his union with Avicia.John moved to the bathroom.So cunningly did the keeper\nof the lighthouse conduct these base negotiations, that, even on that\nlast day when they all rowed together to the village, neither of the\nbrothers knew that matters were to be brought then and there to an\nirrevocable end.Mary moved to the kitchen.\"The village by the sea lay behind them some six or eight miles.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Then,\nupon a false pretext, Avicia's father got rid of Kristel, sending him\non an errand for Avicia which would render necessary an absence of\nmany hours.Mary moved to the office.Daniel went back to the office.Sandra put down the apple.That done, he said to Silvain and Avicia, 'Everything is\narranged.John put down the football.asked Silvain, his heart throbbing with joy.Mary journeyed to the garden.\"'Yes, he knows,' replied Avicia's father, 'but, as you are aware, he\nhad a sneaking regard himself for my daughter, and he thought he would\nfeel more comfortable, and you and Avicia too, if he were not present\nat the ceremony.John went back to the bedroom.\"Satisfied with this--being, indeed, naturally only too willing to be\nsatisfied--the marriage ceremony took place, and Silvain and Avicia\nbecame man and wifeSandra grabbed the apple there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "They departed on their honeymoon, and instructed\nthe keeper of the lighthouse to inform Kristel of their route, in\norder that he might be able to join them at any point he pleased.\"Then came the interview between Avicia's father and Kristel, in which\nthe young man was informed that he had lost Avicia.Kristel was\ndismayed and furious at what he believed to be the blackest treachery\non the part of his brother.He swore to be revenged, and asked the\nroad they had taken.Avicia's father sent him off in an entirely\nopposite direction, and he set out in pursuit.Needless to say that he\nsoon found out how he had been tricked, and that it infuriated him the\nmore.Not knowing where else to write to Silvain, he addressed a\nletter to him at their home in Germany; he himself did not proceed\nthither, judging that his best chance of meeting the married couple\nlay near the village by the sea, to which he felt convinced Silvain\nand Avicia would soon return.Therefore he lurked in the vicinity of\nthe village, and watched by day and night the principal avenues by\nwhich it was to be approached.But his judgment was at fault; they did\nnot return.\"In the meantime the lovers were enjoying their honeymoon.In order to\nkeep faith with Avicia's father in the bargain made between him and\nSilvain--which rendered necessary the payment of a substantial sum of\nmoney by a given time--it was imperative that Silvain should visit his\nboyhood's home, to obtain his share of the inheritance left to him and\nKristel by their father.The happy couple dallied by the way, and it\nwas not until three months after their marriage that they arrived at\nSilvain's birthplace.\"'Perhaps we shall meet Kristel there,' said Silvain.\"Instead of meeting his brother, Silvain received the letter which\nKristel had written to him.It breathed the deepest hate, and Silvain\nhad the unhappiness of reading the outpourings of a relentless,\nvindictive spirit, driven to despair by disappointed love.Mary went to the office.\"'You have robbed me,' the letter said; 'hour by hour, day by day,\nhave you set yourself deliberately to ensnare me and to fill my life\nwith black despair.John took the football there.Had I suspected it at the time I would have\nstrangled you.John journeyed to the bedroom.But your fate is only postponed; revenge is mine, and I\nhold it in my soul as a sacred trust which I shall fulfil.Never in this world or in the next will I forgive\nyou!My relentless hate shall haunt and pursue you, and you shall not\nescape it!'\"And then the writer recorded an awful oath that, while life remained\nwithin him, his one sole aim should be to compass his revenge.It was\na lengthy letter, and strong as is my description of it, it falls\nshort of the intense malignity which pervaded every line.Sandra went to the bedroom.Kristel\nlaunched a curse so terrible against his brother that Silvain's hair\nrose up in horror and fear as he read it.They had scarcely left when the", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "As they could get no satisfactory answer, one of their number\nran back and presently returned, bringing the girl with him, the other\nyoung women following a little way behind.She said she could not see the men they were looking for, so they went\ndown to the public house to see if they could find them there, some of\nthe Rushton's men accompanying them and protesting their indignation.The time passed quickly enough and by half past seven the brakes were\nloaded up again and a start made for the return journey.John went back to the hallway.They called at all the taverns on the road, and by the time they\nreached the Blue Lion half of them were three sheets in the wind, and\nfive or six were very drunk, including the driver of Crass's brake and\nthe man with the bugle.Daniel went back to the garden.John moved to the bedroom.The latter was so far gone that they had to\nlet him lie down in the bottom of the carriage amongst their feet,\nwhere he fell asleep, while the others amused themselves by blowing\nweird shrieks out of the horn.Daniel moved to the kitchen.There was an automatic penny-in-the-slot piano at the Blue Lion and as\nthat was the last house of the road they made a rather long stop there,\nplaying hooks and rings, shove-ha'penny, drinking, singing, dancing and\nfinally quarrelling.Sandra travelled to the garden.Several of them seemed disposed to quarrel with Newman.All sorts of\noffensive remarks were made at him in his hearing.Daniel picked up the football there.Once someone\nostentatiously knocked his glass of lemonade over, and a little later\nsomeone else collided violently with him just as he was in the act of\ndrinking, causing his lemonade to spill all over his clothes.Sandra took the milk there.The\nworst of it was that most of these rowdy ones were his fellow\npassengers in Crass's brake, and there was not much chance of getting a\nseat in either of the other carriages, for they were overcrowded\nalready.From the remarks he overheard from time to time, Newman guessed the\nreason of their hostility, and as their manner towards him grew more\nmenacing, he became so nervous that he began to think of quietly\nsneaking off and walking the remainder of the way home by himself,\nunless he could get somebody in one of the other brakes to change seats\nwith him.Sandra left the milk.Whilst these thoughts were agitating his mind, Dick Wantley suddenly\nshouted out that he was going to go for the dirty tyke who had offered\nto work under price last winter.Mary moved to the office.It was his fault that they were all working for sixpence halfpenny and\nhe was going to wipe the floor with him.Sandra took the milk there.Daniel moved to the garden.Some of his friends eagerly\noffered to assist, but others interposed, and for a time it looked as\nif there was going to be a free fight, the aggressors struggling hard\nto get at their inoffensive victim.Sandra discarded the milk.Eventually, however, Newman found a seat in Misery's brake, squatting\non the floor with his back to the horses, thankful", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Meantime, although none of them seemed to notice it, the brake was\ntravelling at a furious rate, and swaying about from side to side in a\nvery erratic manner.It would have been the last carriage, but things\nhad got a bit mixed at the Blue Lion and, instead of bringing up the\nrear of the procession, it was now second, just behind the small\nvehicle containing Rushton and his friends.Mary went back to the bathroom.Crass several times reminded them that the other carriage was so near\nthat Rushton must be able to hear every word that was said, and these\nrepeated admonitions at length enraged the Semi-drunk, who shouted out\nthat they didn't care a b--r if he could hear.'You're only a dirty toe-rag!Daniel went back to the bathroom.That's all you are--a bloody rotter!That's the only reason you gets put in charge of jobs--'cos you're a\ngood <DW65>-driver!You're a bloody sight worse than Rushton or Misery\neither!Mary got the milk there.Who was it started the one-man, one-room dodge, eh?Mary journeyed to the kitchen.'Knock 'im orf 'is bleedin' perch,' suggested Bundy.Everybody seemed to think this was a very good idea, but when the\nSemi-drunk attempted to rise for the purpose of carrying it out, he was\nthrown down by a sudden lurch of the carriage on the top of the\nprostrate figure of the bugle man and by the time the others had\nassisted him back to his seat they had forgotten all about their plan\nof getting rid of Crass.Meantime the speed of the vehicle had increased to a fearful rate.Rushton and the other occupants of the little wagonette in front had\nbeen for some time shouting to them to moderate the pace of their\nhorses, but as the driver of Crass's brake was too drunk to understand\nwhat they said he took no notice, and they had no alternative but to\nincrease their own speed to avoid being run down.The drunken driver\nnow began to imagine that they were trying to race him, and became\nfired with the determination to pass them.It was a very narrow road,\nbut there was just about room to do it, and he had sufficient\nconfidence in his own skill with the ribbons to believe that he could\nget past in safety.The terrified gesticulations and the shouts of Rushton's party only\nserved to infuriate him, because he imagined that they were jeering at\nhim for not being able to overtake them.He stood up on the footboard\nand lashed the horses till they almost flew over the ground, while the\ncarriage swayed and skidded in a fearful manner.In front, the horses of Rushton's conveyance were also galloping at top\nspeed, the vehicle bounding and reeling from one side of the road to\nthe other, whilst its terrified occupants, whose faces were blanched\nwith apprehension, sat clinging to their seats and to each other, their\neyes projecting from the sockets as they gazed back with terror at\ntheir pursuers, some of whom were encouraging the drunken driver with\npromises of quarts of beer", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Crass's fat face was pallid with fear as he clung trembling to his\nseat.Another man, very drunk and oblivious of everything, was leaning\nover the side of the brake, spewing into the road, while the remainder,\ntaking no interest in the race, amused themselves by singing--conducted\nby the Semi-drunk--as loud as they could roar:\n\n        'Has anyone seen a Germin band,\n        Germin Band, Germin Band?Sandra travelled to the garden.I've been lookin' about,\n        Pom--Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom!He was astonished to see how well she looked in even these\nsimple clothes--the best she had ever had.Mary took the football there.They reached the depot after a short carriage ride.The\naccommodations had been arranged for before hand, and Kane had allowed\njust enough time to make the train.When they settled themselves in a\nPullman state-room it was with a keen sense of satisfaction on his\npart.Sandra picked up the apple there.He had succeeded in\nwhat he had started out to do.Daniel went to the office.As the train rolled out of the depot and the long reaches of the\nfields succeeded Jennie studied them wistfully.There were the\nforests, leafless and bare; the wide, brown fields, wet with the rains\nof winter; the low farm-houses sitting amid flat stretches of prairie,\ntheir low roofs making them look as if they were hugging the ground.Mary put down the football.The train roared past little hamlets, with cottages of white and\nyellow and drab, their roofs blackened by frost and rain.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel got the milk there.Jennie noted\none in particular which seemed to recall the old neighborhood where\nthey used to live at Columbus; she put her handkerchief to her eyes\nand began silently to cry.\"I hope you're not crying, are you, Jennie?\"Mary moved to the garden.said\n\nLester, looking up suddenly from the letter he had been reading.Sandra travelled to the garden.\"Come, come,\" he went on as he saw a faint tremor shaking her.You'll never get along if\nyou act that way.\"Daniel discarded the milk.She made no reply, and the depth of her silent grief filled him\nwith strange sympathies.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"Don't cry,\" he continued soothingly; \"everything will be all\nright.Sandra discarded the apple there.Jennie made a great effort to recover herself, and began to dry her\neyes.\"You don't want to give way like that,\" he continued.John travelled to the office.Sandra picked up the apple there.\"It doesn't\ndo you any good.I know how you feel about leaving home, but tears\nwon't help it any.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.It isn't as if you were going away for good, you\nknow.Sandra went back to the bathroom.You care for me, don't\nyou, sweet?\"Yes,\" she said, andMary went to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Lester returned to his correspondence and Jennie fell to thinking\nof Vesta.Mary went back to the office.It troubled her to realize that she was keeping this secret\nfrom one who was already very dear to her.Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel picked up the milk there.She knew that she ought to\ntell Lester about the child, but she shrank from the painful\nnecessity.Daniel left the milk.Daniel picked up the football there.Perhaps later on she might find the courage to do it.Daniel left the football.\"I'll have to tell him something,\" she thought with a sudden\nupwelling of feeling as regarded the seriousness of this duty.Daniel went to the garden.\"If I\ndon't do it soon and I should go and live with him and he should find\nit out he would never forgive me.He might turn me out, and then where\nwould I go?Sandra journeyed to the hallway.She turned to contemplate him, a premonitory wave of terror\nsweeping over her, but she only saw that imposing and comfort-loving\nsoul quietly reading his letters, his smoothly shaved red cheek and\ncomfortable head and body looking anything but militant or like an\navenging Nemesis.Daniel went to the bedroom.She was just withdrawing her gaze when he looked\nup.Daniel got the apple there.\"Well, have you washed all your sins away?\"The touch of fact in it made it\nslightly piquant.John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.He turned to some other topic, while she looked out of the window,\nthe realization that one impulse to tell him had proved unavailing\ndwelling in her mind.Daniel journeyed to the garden.\"I'll have to do it shortly,\" she thought, and\nconsoled herself with the idea that she would surely find courage\nbefore long.Daniel moved to the hallway.John moved to the garden.Their arrival in New York the next day raised the important\nquestion in Lester's mind as to where he should stop.New York was a\nvery large place, and he was not in much danger of encountering people\nwho would know him, but he thought it just as well not to take\nchances.Accordingly he had the cabman drive them to one of the more\nexclusive apartment hotels, where he engaged a suite of rooms; and\nthey settled themselves for a stay of two or three weeks.Sandra dropped the milk.Daniel discarded the apple.This atmosphere into which Jennie was now plunged was so wonderful,\nso illuminating, that she could scarcely believe this was the same\nworld that she had inhabited before.Kane was no lover of vulgar\ndisplay.The appointments with which he surrounded himself were always\nsimple and elegant.Daniel took the football there.He knew at a glance what Jennie needed, and bought\nfor her with discrimination and care.And Jennie, a woman, took a keen\npleasure in the handsome gowns and pretty fripperies that he lavished\nupon her.Sandra got the milk there.Could this be really Jennie Gerhardt, the washerwoman's\ndaughter, she asked herself, as she gazed in her mirror at the figure\nof a girl clad in blue velvet, with yellow French lace at herDaniel dropped the football there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel got the apple there.Could these be her feet, clad in soft shapely shoes\nat ten dollars a pair, these her hands adorned with flashing jewels?Daniel dropped the apple.And Lester had promised\nthat her mother would share in it.Mary moved to the bedroom.Tears sprang to her eyes at the\nthought.It was Lester's pleasure in these days to see what he could do to\nmake her look like some one truly worthy of im.He exercised his most\ncareful judgment, and the result surprised even himself.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.People turned\nin the halls, in the dining-rooms, and on the street to gaze at\nJennie.\"A stunning woman that man has with him,\" was a frequent\ncomment.Despite her altered state Jennie did not lose her judgment of life\nor her sense of perspective or proportion.Mary travelled to the hallway.She felt as though life\nwere tentatively loaning her something which would be taken away after\na time.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.There was no pretty vanity in her bosom.Lester realized this\nas he watched her.\"You're a big woman, in your way,\" he said.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Life hasn't given you much of a deal up to\nnow.\"In all probability, she was at some one of the Indian villages\nbelonging to some of the tribes occupying that part of the country.Mary went to the kitchen.For this purpose he embarked again in the small vessel in which he had\ncome up the river, intending to proceed a short distance further up,\nfor the purpose of consulting an old chief who, with his family,\noccupied a small island situated there.He had proceeded but a short distance when he saw a large fleet of\ncanoes approaching.Supposing them to belong to friendly Indians, Billings made no attempt\nto avoid them, and his boat was in a few moments surrounded by the\nsavages.Daniel moved to the office.At first the Indians appeared to be perfectly friendly, offering to\ntrade and, seeming particularly anxious to purchase fire-arms.This aroused the suspicions of the white men, and they commenced\nendeavoring to get rid of their troublesome visitors, when to their\nastonishment, they were informed that they were prisoners!Billings was surprised to find that the Indians, after securing their\nprisoners, instead of starting up the river again, continued their\ncourse down the stream.But what he learned shortly after from one of the Indians, who spoke\nEnglish tolerably well, astonished him still more.And that was, that\nhe was taken for the notorious pirate Captain Flint, of whose escape\nthey had heard from some of their friends recently from the city, and\nthey thought that nothing would please their white brethren so much as\nto bring him back captive.It was to no purpose that Billings endeavored to convince them of\ntheir mistake.Mary picked up the football there.They only shook their heads, as much as to say it was\nof no use, they were not to be so easily imposed upon.And so Billings saw there was no help for it but to await patiently\nhis arrival at New York, when all would be set right again.But in the meantime Hellena might be removed far beyond hisMary put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Great was the mortification in the city upon learning the mistake they\nhad made.Where they had expected to receive praise and a handsome reward for\nhaving performed a meritorious action, they obtained only censure and\nreproaches for meddling in matters that did not concern them.It was only a mistake however, and there was no help for it.And\nBillings, although greatly vexed and disappointed, saw no course left\nfor him but to set off again, although he feared that the chances of\nsuccess were greatly against him this time, on account of the time\nthat had been lost.Sandra moved to the bedroom.The Indians, whose unfortunate blunder had been the cause of this\ndelay, in order to make some amends for the wrong they had done him,\nnow came forward, and offered to aid him in his search for the missing\nmaiden.Daniel moved to the hallway.They proffered him the use of their canoes to enable him to ascend the\nstreams, and to furnish guides, and an escort to protect him while\ntraveling through the country.John went to the kitchen.John got the milk there.This offer, so much better than he had any reason to expect, was\ngladly accepted by Billings, and with two friends who had volunteered\nto accompany him, he once more started up the river, under the\nprotection of his new friends.Mary travelled to the kitchen.War had broken out among the various tribes on the route which he must\ntravel, making it unsafe for him and his two companions, even under\nsuch a guide and escort as his Indian friends could furnish them.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went to the garden.Thus he with his two associates were detained so long in the Indian\ncountry, that by their friends at home they were given up as lost.At last peace was restored, and they set out on their return.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel picked up the apple there.The journey home was a long and tedious one, but nothing occurred\nworth narrating.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Upon reaching the Hudson, they employed an Indian to take them the\nremainder of the way in a canoe.Upon reaching Manhattan Island, the first place they stopped at was\nthe residence of Carl Rosenthrall, Billings intending that the father\nof Hellena should be the first to hear the sad story of his failure\nand disappointment.It was evening when he arrived at the house and the lamps were lighted\nin the parlor.With heavy heart and trembling hands he rapped at the door.John dropped the milk.As the door opened he uttered a faint cry of surprise, which was\nanswered by a similar one by the person who admitted him.The scene that followed we shall not attempt to describe.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John moved to the hallway.John travelled to the office.At about the same time that Henry Billings, under the protection of\nhis Indian friends, set out on his last expedition up the river, a\nsingle canoe with four persons in it, put out from under the shadow of\nOld Crow Nest, on its way down the stream.John travelled to the bedroom.The individual by whom the canoe was directed was an Indian,Mary went back to the garden.Daniel put down the apple.Mary went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra grabbed the football there.The others were a white girl, an Indian\nwoman, and a <DW64> boy.In short, the party consisted of Fire Cloud, Hellena Rosenthrall,\nLightfoot, and Black Bill, on their way to the city.They had passed the fleet of canoes in which Billings had embarked,\nbut not knowing whether it belonged to a party of friendly Indians or\notherwise.Fire Cloud had avoided coming in contact with it for fear of being\ndelayed, or of the party being made prisoners and carried back again.Sandra discarded the football.Could they have but met, what a world of trouble would it not have\nsaved to all parties interested!Daniel travelled to the office.As it was, Hellena arrived in safety, greatly to the delight of her\nfather and friends, who had long mourned for her as for one they never\nexpected to see again in this world.Sandra grabbed the football there.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra went to the bathroom.The sum of Hellena's happiness would now have been complete, had it\nnot been for the dark shadow cast over it by the absence of her lover.Sandra dropped the football.And this shadow grew darker, and darker, as weeks, and months, rolled\nby without bringing any tidings of the missing one.What might have been the effects of the melancholy into which she was\nfast sinking, it is hard to tell, had not the unexpected return of the\none for whose loss she was grieving, restored her once more to her\nwonted health and spirits.The conviction that she was bad-tempered had\nbegun to enter her mind as it were without rapping, and with the air of\na familiar.By dint of repeated searchings in the mirror, she had almost\ndiscovered a shadow between her brows which would presently develop into\na wrinkle, and notify to the whole world her innate vixenish tendencies.Sandra took the football there.And indeed, with all this brooding which grew upon her, it was something\nof a triumph for youth that the wrinkle had still failed to come.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.It is said that even queens yawn sometimes, when nobody is looking.Sandra discarded the football.But\nat least they have work to do, such as it is, and grow tired.Sandra picked up the football there.Miss\nKate had no work of any sort, and was utterly wearied.The vacuity of\nexistence oppressed her with formless fatigue, like a nightmare.Daniel went to the hallway.The mischief was that all of his own tremendous energy which Stephen\nMinster had transmitted to the generation following him was concentrated\nin this eldest child of his.The son had been a lightheaded weakling.John travelled to the kitchen.The other daughter, Ethel, was as fragile and tenderly delicate as a\nChristmas rose.But Kate had always been the strong one of the family,\nphysically vigorous, restive under unintelligent discipline, rebellious\nto teachers she disliked, and proudly confident of her position, her\nability, and the value of her plans and actions.She had loved her\nfather passionately, and never ceased to mourn that, favorite of his\nthough she was, business cares hadSandra left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the hallway.As a girl she had dreamed her dreams--bold,\nsweepingly ambitious visions they were; but this father of whom she was\nso proud, this powerful father who had so manfully subdued things under\nhis feet, was always the one who was to encompass their fulfilment.John travelled to the office.When he died, her a\u00earial castles at a stroke tumbled into chaos.Sandra took the milk there.All her\nplans and aspirations had turned upon him as their pivot.Sandra put down the milk.Without him\nall was disorganized, shapeless, incomprehensible.Mary went to the bedroom.Nearly three years had gone by, and still matters about her and\npossibilities before her alike refused to take on definite outlines.Sandra went back to the kitchen.She still did not do today the things she wanted to do, yet felt as\npowerless as ever to tell what her purposes for to-morrow clearly were.Mary went to the kitchen.All the conditions for achievement were hers to command, and there was\nnothing to achieve.There was something alike grotesque and pathetic in the record of her\nattempts to find work.She had gathered at considerable expense all\nthe books and data she could learn about relating to the life and\nsurroundings of Lady Arabella Stuart, and had started to write what\nshould be the authoritative work on the subject, only to discover that\nshe did not know how to make a book, and would not want to make that\nkind of a book if she had known how.She had begun collections of\norchids, of coins, of engraved portraits, of cameos, and, at varying\ntimes, of kindred other trifles, and then on some gray and rainy morning\nhad found herself impelled to turn upon each of these in its order with\ndisgust and wrath.Sandra got the apple there.For music she unluckily had no talent, and a very\nexhaustive and costly outfit of materials for a painter\u2019s studio amused\nher for less than one short month.She had a considerable feeling for\ncolor, but was too impatient to work laboriously at the effort to learn\nto draw; and so she hated her pictures while they were being painted,\nand laughed scornfully at them afterward.She wrote three or four short\nstories, full of the passions she had read about, and was chagrined\nto get them back from a whole group of polite but implacable editors.Embroidery she detested, and gardening makes one\u2019s back ache.Miss Minster was perfectly aware that other young ladies, similarly\nsituated, got on very well indeed, without ever fluttering so much as\na feather for a flight toward the ether beyond their own personal\natmosphere; but she did not clearly comprehend what it was that they did\nlike.Sandra dropped the apple.She had seen something of their daily life--perhaps more of their\namusements than of their occupations--and it was not wholly intelligible\nto her.Daniel went back to the office.They seemed able to extract entertainment from a host of things\nwhich were to her almost uninteresting.During her few visits to New\nYork, Newport, and Saratoga, for the most part made during her father\ufffd", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "She had been invited to more dinners than there were\ndays at her disposal in which to eat them; she had been called with\nsomething like public acclamation the belle of sundry theatre parties;\nher appearance and her clothes had been canvassed with distinctly\noverfree flattery in one or two newspapers; she had danced a little,\nmade a number of calls, suffered more than was usual from headaches, and\nyawned a great deal.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.The women whom she met all seemed to take it for\ngranted that she was in the seventh heaven of enjoyment; and the young\nmen with huge expanses of shirt front, who sprang up everywhere\nin indefinite profusion about her, like the clumps of white\ndouble-hollyhocks in her garden at home, were evidently altogether\nsincere in their desire to please her.Daniel picked up the football there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.But the women all received the\nnext comer with precisely the smile they gave her; and the young men,\naside from their eagerness to devise and provide diversions for her, and\nthe obvious honesty of their liking for her, were deadly commonplace.Daniel dropped the football.She was always glad when it was time to return to Thessaly.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Yet in this same village she was practically secluded from the society\nof her own generation.Sandra grabbed the football there.John travelled to the office.Sandra discarded the football.By\nmeans whereof, causing all the heart to swel, they drive and shut the\nfive little doors which are at the entry of the two vessels whence they\ncome, hindering thereby any more bloud to fall down into the heart, and\ncontinuing more and more to rarifie themselves, they drive and open the\nsix other little doors which are at the entry of the other two vessels\nwhence they issue, causing by that means all the branches of the\narterious vein, and of the great artery, to swel (as it were) at the\nsame time with the heart: which presently after fals, as those arteries\nalso do, by reason that the bloud which is entred therein grows colder,\nand their six little doors shut up again, and those five of the _vena\ncava_, and of the veinous artery open again, and give way to two other\ndrops of bloud, which again swell the heart and the arteries in the same\nmanner as the preceding did.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the hallway.And because the bloud which thus enters\ninto the heart, passeth thorow those two purses, which are call'd the\nears; thence it comes, that their motion is contrary to the heart's, and\nthat they fall when that swels.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the office.John journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the office.Lastly, That they who know not the force of Mathematical demonstrations,\nand are not accustomed to distinguish true reasons from probable ones,\nmay not venture to deny this without examining it, I shall advertise\nthem, that this motionDaniel took the football there.Daniel went to the garden.Mary travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the garden.John went to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.John journeyed to the garden.Mary travelled to the bathroom.But if it be asked, how it comes that the bloud of the veins is not\nexhausted, running so continually into the heart; and how that the\narteries are not too full, since all that which passeth thorow the heart\ndischargeth it self into them: I need answer nothing thereto but what\nhath been already writ by an English Physician, to whom this praise must\nbe given, to have broken the ice in this place, and to be the first who\ntaught us, That there are several little passages in the extremity of\nthe arteries whereby the bloud which they receive from the heart,\nenters the little branches of the veins; whence again it sends it self\nback towards the heart: so that its course is no other thing but a\nperpetuall circulation.John went to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Which he very wel proves by the ordinary\nexperience of Chirurgians, who having bound the arm indifferently hard\nabove the the place where they open the vein, which causeth the bloud to\nissue more abundantly, then if it had not been bound.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary took the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.John journeyed to the bathroom.Mary dropped the milk.And the contrary\nwould happen, were it bound underneath, between the hand and the\nincision, or bound very hard above.John picked up the milk there.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the office.Mary took the football there.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.For its manifest, that the band\nindifferently tyed, being able to hinder the bloud which is already in\nthe arm to return towards the heart by the veins; yet it therefore\nhinders not the new from coming always by the arteries, by reason they\nare placed under the veins, and that their skin being thicker, are less\neasie to be press'd, as also that the bloud which comes from the heart,\nseeks more forcibly to passe by them towards the hand, then it doth to\nreturn from thence towards the heart by the veins.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Mary left the football there.And since this bloud\nwhich issues from the arm by the incision made in one of the veins, must\nnecessarily have some passage under the bond, to wit, towards the\nextremities of the arm, whereby it may come thither by the arteries, he\nalso proves very well what he sayes of the course of the bloud through\ncertain little skins, which are so disposed in divers places along the\nveins, which permit it not to pass from the middle towards the\nextremities, but onely to return from the extremities towards the heart.Mary got the football there.Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the garden.And besides this, experience shews, That all theJohn went to the kitchen.John went back to the office.John travelled to the hallway.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Mary dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the hallway.Mary grabbed the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.But there are divers other things which witness, that the true cause of\nthis motion of the bloud is that which I have related.Sandra moved to the office.As first, The\ndifference observed between that which issues out of the veins, and that\nwhich comes out of the arteries, cannot proceed but from its being\nrarified and (as it were) distilled by passing thorow the heart: its\nmore subtil, more lively, and more hot presently after it comes out;\nthat is to say, being in the arteries, then it is a little before it\nenters them, that is to say, in the veins.And if you observe, you will\nfinde, that this difference appears not well but about the heart; and\nnot so much in those places which are farther off.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John picked up the apple there.Next, the hardnesse\nof the skin of which the artery vein and the great artery are composed,\nsheweth sufficiently, that the bloud beats against them more forcibly\nthen against the veins.John put down the apple there.And why should the left concavity of the heart,\nand the great artery be more large and ample then the right concavity,\nand the arterious vein; unless it were that the bloud of the veinous\nartery, having bin but onely in the lungs since its passage thorow the\nheart, is more subtil, and is rarified with more force and ease then the\nbloud which immediately comes from the _vena cava_.And what can the\nPhysicians divine by feeling of the pulse, unlesse they know, that\naccording as the bloud changeth its nature, it may by the heat of the\nheart be rarified to be more or lesse strong, and more or lesse quick\nthen before.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra left the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.Kees sat quiet, determined that the dog should carry him, until\nthe party were almost out of sight, and then they both ran in great\nhaste to overtake their master.John journeyed to the office.Sandra took the milk there.\"Kees established a kind of authority over the dogs.They were\naccustomed to his voice, and in general obeyed without hesitation the\nslightest motions by which he communicated his orders, taking their\nplaces about the tent or carriage, as he directed them.If any of them\ncame too near him when he was eating, he gave them a box on the ear,\nand thus compelled them to retire to a respectful distance.\"Daniel journeyed to the garden.\"Why, mother, I think Kees was a very good animal, indeed,\" said Minnie,\nwith considerable warmth.Sandra moved to the bathroom.\"I have told you the best traits of his character,\" she answered,\nsmiling.Sandra left the milk.\"He was, greatly to his master's sorrow, an incurable thief.John left the apple.He\ncould not be left alone for a moment with any kind of food.John travelled to the hallway.He\nunderstood perfectly how toSandra travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel went to the bathroom.John moved to the garden.Mary travelled to the bedroom.He was very fond of milk, and would drink it\nwhenever he had a chance.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the garden.He was whipped repeatedly for these\nmisdemeanors, but the punishment did him no good.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John got the football there.\"Le Vaillant was accustomed to have eggs for his breakfast; but his\nservants complained one morning there were none to be had.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Whenever any\nthing was amiss, the fault was always laid to Kees, who, indeed,\ngenerally deserved it.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel moved to the hallway.\"The next morning, hearing the cackling of a hen, he started for the\nplace; but found Kees had been before him, and nothing remained but the\nbroken shell.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the bedroom.Having caught him in his pilfering, his master gave him a\nsevere beating; but he was soon at his old habit again, and the\ngentleman was obliged to train one of his dogs to run for the egg as\nsoon as it was laid, before he could enjoy his favorite repast.John moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.John went back to the garden.\"One day, Le Vaillant was eating his dinner, when he heard the voice of\na bird, with which he was not acquainted.Sandra took the apple there.Daniel went to the office.Mary went back to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.Leaving the beans he had\ncarefully prepared for himself on his plate, he seized his gun, and ran\nout of the tent.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the garden.John went back to the bedroom.In a short time he returned, with the bird in his hand,\nbut found not a bean left, and Kees missing.Mary went back to the office.\"When he had been stealing, the baboon often staid out of sight for some\nhours; but, this time, he hid himself for several days.John moved to the kitchen.They searched\nevery where for him, but in vain, till his master feared he had really\ndeserted them.John grabbed the milk there.On the third day, one of the men, who had gone to a\ndistance for water, saw him hiding in a tree.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Le Vaillant went out and\nspoke to him, but he knew he had deserved punishment, and he would not\ncome down; so that, at last, his master had to go up the tree and take\nhim.\"John discarded the football.John left the milk.John took the milk there.\"No; he was forgiven that time, as he seemed so penitent.John picked up the football there.John put down the football.There is only\none thing more I can", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.John journeyed to the bedroom.An officer who was visiting Le\nVaillant, wishing to try the affection of the baboon for his master,\npretended to strike him.Kees flew into a violent rage, and from that\ntime could never endure the sight of the officer.John travelled to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.If he only saw him at\na distance, he ground his teeth, and used every endeavor to fly at him;\nand had he not been chained, he would speedily have revenged the\ninsult.\"John journeyed to the kitchen.*       *       *       *       *\n\n    \"Nature is man's best teacher.She unfolds\n    Her treasures to his search, unseals his eye,\n    Illumes his mind, and purifies his heart,--\n    An influence breathes from all the sights and sounds\n    Of her existence; she is wisdom's self.\"*       *       *       *       *\n\n    \"There's not a plant that springeth\n      But bears some good to earth;\n    There's not a life but bringeth\n      Its store of harmless mirth;\n    The dusty wayside clover\n      Has honey in her cells,--\n    The wild bee, humming over,\n      Her tale of pleasure tells.Mary picked up the football there.The osiers, o'er the fountain,\n      Keep cool the water's breast,\n    And on the roughest mountain\n      The softest moss is pressed.Thus holy Nature teaches\n      The worth of blessings small;\n    That Love pervades, and reaches,\n      And forms the bliss of all.\"LESLIE'S JUVENILE SERIES.I. THE MOTHERLESS CHILDREN.\n   \"HOWARD AND HIS TEACHER.\n   \"Mary left the football.JACK, THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER.I. TRYING TO BE USEFUL.\n   \"Mary picked up the football there.LITTLE AGNES.\n   \"I'LL TRY.\n   \"BY\n\n                      MRS.Mary went back to the hallway.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John grabbed the football there.John discarded the football.MINNIE'S PET PARROT.Daniel went back to the bathroom.BY\n\n                      MRS.Mary journeyed to the hallway.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.Mary picked up the milk there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.John picked up the football there.BY\n\n                      MRS.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.The violet eyes were widening with misery, there was no\ndoubt about it.\"Game, clean through,\" he said to himself.John went to the bedroom.\"Well, you know, Eleanor.--Never say 'Well,' if you can\npossibly avoid it, because it's a flagrant Americanism, and when you\ntravel in foreign parts you're sure to regret it,--well, you know, if\nyou are to be in a measure my ward--and you are, my dear, as well as\nthe ward of your Aunts Beulah and Margaret and Gertrude, and your\nUncles Jimmie and Peter--I ought to begin by knowing a little\nsomething of your antecedents.That is why I suggested that you tell\nme about your grandparents.I don't care what you tell me, but I think\nit would be very suitable for you to tell me something.Mary moved to the kitchen.I'm a New Englander myself, you know, so you may\nbe perfectly frank with me.\"\"They're not summer folks,\" the child said.Sandra got the apple there.\"They just live in\nColhassett all the year round.They live in a big white house on the\ndepot road, but they're so old now, they can't keep it up.Mary went to the bathroom.If it was\npainted it would be a real pretty house.\"\"Your grandparents are not very well off then?\"Sandra went to the garden.\"They've got lots of things,\" she said, \"that\nGrandfather", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the garden.When he died they didn't have\nany.\"\"You must have had some money since then.\"Sandra picked up the apple there.\"Not since Uncle Amos died, except for the rent of the barn, and the\npasture land, and a few things like that.\"We didn't have any money,\nexcept what came in the way I said.John journeyed to the office.We sold some old-fashioned dishes,\nand a little bit of cranberry bog for twenty-five dollars.\"But you must have had something to live on.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary took the football there.Mary discarded the football.You can't make bricks\nwithout straw, or grow little girls up without nourishing food in\ntheir tummies.\"Mary grabbed the football there.John got the milk there.He caught an unexpected flicker of an eyelash, and\nrealized for the first time that the child was acutely aware of every\nword he was saying, that even his use of English was registering a\npoignant impression on her consciousness.\"We say tummies in New York, Eleanor,\" he explained\nhastily.The New England stomick, however, is almost\nentirely obsolete.You'll really get on better in the circles to which\nyou are so soon to be accustomed if you refer to it in my own simple\nfashion;--but to return to our muttons, Eleanor, which is French for\ngetting down to cases, again, you must have had something to live on\nafter your uncle died.That would almost seem to\nprove my contention.\"Mary left the football there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.\"We didn't have any money, but what I earned.\"John travelled to the garden.The child's face turned crimson, then white again.Daniel went to the hallway.This time there was\nno mistaking the wave of sensitive emotion that swept over it.Mary picked up the football there.Sandra left the apple.Mary left the football there.\"I made a dollar and a half a week running\nerrands, and taking care of a sick lady vacations, and nights after\nschool.Mary took the football there.Daniel went to the kitchen.Grandma had that shock, and Grandpa's back troubled him.He\ntried to get work but he couldn't.John got the apple there.He did all he could taking care of\nGrandma, and tending the garden.They hated to have me work out, but\nthere was nobody else to.\"Mary discarded the football.\"A family of three can't live on a dollar and a half a week.\"\"Yes, sir, they can, if they manage.\"Sandra moved to the bathroom.\"Where were your neighbors all this time, Eleanor?Mary got the football there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.You don't mean to\ntell me that the good, kindly people of Cape Cod would have stood by\nand let a little girl like you support a family alone and unaided.Mary left the football.John went back to the office.Sandra travelled to the hallway.They thought that I did it because\nI wanted to.\"The wheel of their cab became entangled in that of a smart delivery\nwagonJohn travelled to the garden.John discarded the apple.Mary picked up the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Then he took off his glasses, and\npolished them.Sandra travelled to the garden.\"Through a glass darkly,\" he explained a little thickly.Mary took the football there.He was really\na very _young_ young man, and once below the surface of what he was\npleased to believe a very worldly and cynical manner, he had a\nprofound depth of tenderness and human sympathy.Sandra picked up the apple there.Then as they jogged on through the Fifty-ninth Street end of the Park,\nlooking strangely seared and bereft from the first blight of the\nfrost, he turned to her again.This time his tone was as serious as\nher own.\"Why did you stop working out, Eleanor?\"O'Farrel was a relation of hers, and when she came to the\nfuneral, I told her that I wanted to get work in New York if I\ncould,--and then last week she wrote me that the best she could do was\nto get me this place to be adopted, and so--I came.\"Daniel went to the office.Mary put down the football.David asked, and realized almost as he spoke\nthat he had his finger on the spring of the tragedy.\"They had to take help from the town.\"The child made a brave struggle with her tears, and David looked away\nquickly.He knew something of the temper of the steel of the New\nEngland nature; the fierce and terrible pride that is bred in the bone\nof the race.He knew that the child before him had tasted of the\nbitter waters of humiliation in seeing her kindred \"helped\" by the\ntown.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.\"Going out to work,\" he understood, had brought the family pride\nlow, but taking help from the town had leveled it to the dust.Daniel got the milk there.\"There is, you know, a small salary that goes with this being adopted\nbusiness,\" he remarked casually a few seconds later.\"Your Aunts\nGertrude and Beulah and Margaret, and your three stalwart uncles\naforesaid, are not the kind of people who have been brought up to\nexpect something for nothing.They don't expect to adopt a perfectly\ngood orphan without money and without price, merely for the privilege\nof experimentation.Mary moved to the garden.No, indeed, an orphan in good standing of the best\nNew England extraction ought to exact for her services a salary of at\nleast fifteen dollars a month.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel discarded the milk.I wouldn't consent to take a cent less,\nEleanor.\"The enemy\nconsisted of a woman of mature age, accompanied by a very fat dog, of the\ncolor of coffee and milk; his tail was twisted like a corkscrew; he was\npot-bellied; his skin was sleek; his neck was turned little to one side;\nhe walked with his legs inordinately spread out, and stepped with the air\nof a doctor.His black muzzle, quarrelsome and scowling showed two fangs\nsallying forth, and turning up from the left side of the mouth, and\naltogether he had an expression singularly forbidding and vindictive.This disagreeable animal, a perfect type of what might be", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the garden.Sandra picked up the apple there.His mistress, a\nwoman of about fifty years of age, corpulent and of middle size, was\ndressed in a costume as gloomy and severe as that of Georgette was gay\nand showy.John journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.It consisted of a brown robe, a black silk mantle, and a hat\nof the same dye.Mary took the football there.Mary discarded the football.Mary grabbed the football there.The features of this woman might have been agreeable in\nher youth; and her florid cheeks, her correct eyebrows, her black eyes,\nwhich were still very lively, scarcely accorded with the peevish and\naustere physiognomy which she tried to assume.John got the milk there.Mary left the football there.This matron, of slow and\ndiscreet gait, was Madame Augustine Grivois, first woman to the Princess\nSaint-Dizier.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John travelled to the garden.Not only did the age, the face, and the dress of these two\nwomen present a striking contrast; but the contrast extended itself even\nto the animals which attended them.Daniel went to the hallway.Mary picked up the football there.Sandra left the apple.There were similar differences\nbetween Frisky and My Lord, as between Georgette and Mrs.Mary left the football there.Mary took the football there.When\nthe latter perceived the little King Charles, she could not restrain a\nmovement of surprise and repugnance, which escaped not the notice of the\nyoung lady's maid.Frisky, who had not retreated one inch, since the\napparition of My Lord, regarded him valiantly, with a look of defiance,\nand even advanced towards him with an air so decidedly hostile, that the\ncur, though thrice as big as the little King Charles, uttered a howl of\ndistress and terror, and sought refuge behind Mrs.Daniel went to the kitchen.Grivois, who bitterly\nsaid to Georgette:\n\n\"It seems to me, miss, that you might dispense with exciting your dog\nthus, and setting him upon mine.\"John got the apple there.\"It was doubtless for the purpose of protecting this respectable but ugly\nanimal from similar alarms, that you tried to make us lose Frisky\nyesterday, by driving her into the street through the little garden gate.Mary discarded the football.Sandra moved to the bathroom.But fortunately an honest young man found Frisky in the Rue de Babylone,\nand brought her back to my mistress.Mary got the football there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary left the football.John went back to the office.Sandra travelled to the hallway.However,\" continued Georgette, \"to\nwhat, madame, do I owe the pleasure of seeing you this morning?\"\"I am commanded by the Princess,\" replied Mrs.John travelled to the garden.John discarded the apple.Mary picked up the football there.John got the apple there.Grivois, unable to conceal\na smile of triumphant satisfaction, \"immediately to see Miss Adrienne.John put down the milk there.It\nregards a very important affair, which I am to communicate only", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the office.At these words Georgette became purple, and could not repress a slight\nstart of disquietude, which happily escaped Grivois, who was occupied\nwith watching over the safety of her pet, whom Frisky continued to snarl\nat with a very menacing aspect; and Georgette, having quickly overcome\nher temporary emotion, firmly answered: \"Miss Adrienne went to rest very\nlate last night.Sandra moved to the kitchen.She has forbidden me to enter her apartment before mid\nday.\"Sandra got the milk there.John moved to the bedroom.\"That is very possible: but as the present business is to obey an order\nof the Princess her aunt, you will do well if you please, miss, to awaken\nyour mistress immediately.\"Mary went back to the kitchen.\"My mistress is subject to no one's orders in her own house; and I will\nnot disturb her till mid-day, in pursuance of her commands,\" replied\nGeorgette.\"Then I shall go myself,\" said Mrs.Sandra put down the milk.\"Florine and Hebe will not admit you.Indeed, here is the key of the\nsaloon; and through the saloon only can the apartments of Miss Adrienne\nbe entered.\"do you dare refuse me permission to execute the orders of the\nPrincess?\"\"Yes; I dare to commit the great crime of being unwilling to awaken my\nmistress!\"such are the results of the blind affection of the Princess for her\nniece,\" said the matron, with affected grief: \"Miss Adrienne no longer\nrespects her aunt's orders; and she is surrounded by young hare-brained\npersons, who, from the first dawn of morning, dress themselves out as if\nfor ball-going.\"Mary took the milk there.how came you to revile dress, who were formerly the greatest\ncoquette and the most frisky and fluttering of all the Princess's women.John travelled to the bathroom.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.At least, that is what is still spoken of you in the hotel, as having\nbeen handed down from time out of mind, by generation to generation, even\nunto ours!\"do you mean to insinuate that I am a\nhundred years old, Miss Impertinence?\"John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went back to the hallway.\"I speak of the generations of waiting-women; for, except you, it is the\nutmost if they remain two or three years in the Princess's house, who has\ntoo many tempers for the poor girls!\"\"I forbid you to speak thus of my mistress, whose name some people ought\nnot to pronounce but on their knees.\"Mary left the milk there.John moved to the garden.\"However,\" said Georgette, \"if one wished to speak ill of--\"\n\n\"Do you dare!\"\"No longer ago than last night, at half past eleven o'clock--\"\n\n\"Last night?\"\"A four-wheeler,\" continued Georgette, \"stopped at a few paces from the\nhouse.Daniel moved to the bedroom.A mysterious personageDaniel travelled to the bathroom.Mary took the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Grivois had not been instructed as to a visit made to the\nPrincess Saint-Dizier by Rodin (for he was the man in the cloak), in the\nmiddle of the night, after he had become certain of the arrival in Paris\nof General Simon's daughters; or whether Mrs.John travelled to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Grivois thought it\nnecessary to appear ignorant of the visit, she replied, shrugging her\nshoulders disdainfully: \"I know not what you, mean, madame.Daniel went to the bedroom.I have not\ncome here to listen to your impertinent stuff.Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra took the milk there.Once again I ask you--will\nyou, or will you not, introduce me to the presence of Miss Adrienne?\"The disease rarely lasts longer than eight days in strong children that\ncan be well cared for.Sandra went back to the bedroom.It may continue indefinitely, on the other hand,\nin cachectic children; that is to say, for several months or until the\npatient succumbs, as may be.Death occurs usually from the causal\ndisease, and not as a result of the morbid condition of the mouth.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.DIAGNOSIS.--In the Infant.--Examination of its mouth to detect the\ncause of the child's inability to nurse reveals congestion of the\nmucous membrane, intense and often livid in severe cases.Mary went to the bedroom.It is first\nnoticed at the extremity of the tongue.When the congestion is general\nit is darkest in the tongue.Mary moved to the garden.This livid congestion may extend over the\nentire {335} visible mucous membrane, save upon the hard palate, where\nit is tightly adherent to the periosteum, and upon the gums, where it\nis rendered tense by the approach of erupting teeth.Mary went to the hallway.The papillae at\nthe tip and sides of the tongue are very prominent.Sandra dropped the milk there.Sometimes the organ\nis quite dry, even sanious, while it is painful to the touch.The\nreaction of the secretions of the mouth is acid instead of alkaline,\nand the parts are hot and very sensitive.John travelled to the bathroom.Two or three days later the circular milky-white or curdy spots or\nslightly prominent and irregularly-shaped flakes or patches may be seen\non the upper surface of the tongue toward the tip and inside the lips\nand the cheeks, especially in the grooves connecting gums and lips and\ngums and cheeks.The surrounding mucous membrane is unaltered in mild\ncases, and there is no evidence of other local disorder or of any\nconstitutional involvement.In severe cases the entire mucous membrane\nis dry and deeply congested.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the bedroom.The affection can be positively discriminated from all others by\nmicroscopic examination of the deposit, which reveals the presence of\nthe cryptogam described.TREATMENT.--In infants, artificial nourishment, whether with milk of\nthe lower animals or prepared food of whatever composition, should be\ngiven up, if possible, and a wet-nurse", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "If this procedure\nbe impracticable, the least objectionable mode of preparation of cow's\nmilk should be employed (and this will vary with the practice of the\nphysician), and the utmost circumspection should be maintained in\nsecuring the cleanliness of the vessels in which it is prepared, the\nbottle from which it is given, and the nipple which is placed in the\nchild's mouth.Should the sugar and casein in the milk appear to keep\nup the disease, weak soups may be substituted for the milk diet until\nit has subsided.Daniel journeyed to the office.Weiderhofer advises artificial nourishment, by way of\na funnel inserted in the nasal passages, in case the child should\nrefuse to swallow.Deglutition is excited in a reflex manner when the\nmilk or other fluid reaches the pharynx.[9]\n\n[Footnote 9: _Journ.Bordeaux_, Juin 10, 1883.]Sandra went to the bathroom.The local treatment should consist in careful removal of the patches\nfrom time to time--say every two or three hours--with a moistened soft\nrag.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.This must be done without roughness of manipulation.In addition\nto this, the parts may be washed or painted every hour or so with an\nalkaline solution for the purpose of neutralizing the acidity of the\nfluids of the mouth.Mary got the football there.For this purpose borax is most generally used, in\nthe proportion of twenty grains to the ounce of water or the half ounce\nof glycerin.Sodium bicarbonate or sodium salicylate may be substituted\nfor the sodium borate.The use of honey in connection with the drug is\ncalculated to promote acidity by fermentation of its glucose, and is\ntherefore, theoretically, contraindicated.Adults may use washes, gargles, or sprays of solutions of sodium borate\nor of sodium bicarbonate.Mary dropped the football.The constitutional treatment in each case must be adapted to the nature\nof the underlying malady which has favored the local disease, with\nresort in addition to the use of quinia, iron, wine, spirit, and\nbeef-essence.John went to the hallway.The hygienic surroundings should be made as sanitary as\npossible.{336} Stomatitis Ulcerosa.DEFINITION.--Inflammation of the interior of the mouth, usually\nunilateral, eventuating in multiple ulcerations of the mucous membrane.SYNONYMS.--Fetid stomatitis, Phlegmonous stomatitis, Putrid sore mouth,\nStomacace, are synonymous terms for idiopathic ulcerous stomatitis.Ulcero-membranous stomatitis, Mercurial stomatitis (Vogel), are\nsynonymous terms for the deuteropathic variety of the disease.ETIOLOGY.--The principal predisposing cause of the disease is to be\nfound in ochlesis; the contaminating atmosphere of crowded dwellings\nand apartments insufficiently ventilated; uncleanliness; insufficiency\nof proper clothing; unhealthy food, and the like.It", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.Daniel went to the bathroom.It\nis often propagated by contagion, but whether by infection or actual\ninoculation seems undetermined.Measles is an active predisposing\ncause.John went back to the bedroom.Feeble individuals are the most liable to the disease.John went to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.In civil life it is most frequent between the ages of four\nand ten years.Sandra picked up the apple there.John moved to the bathroom.Sometimes more girls are affected than boys (Meigs), and\nsometimes it is the more prevalent among boys (Squarrey).Autumn is the\nseason of greatest prevalence.Carious teeth, fracture and necrosis of the jaw (Meigs), and protracted\ncatarrhal stomatitis are among the chief exciting causes.John got the milk there.Irregular\ndentition is sometimes the exciting cause; and this may occur at the\nfirst and second dentition or at the period of eruption of the last\nmolars.PATHOLOGY.--The anatomical lesion is the destructive inflammation of\nportions of the mucous membrane of the mouth, leaving ulceration on\ndetachment of the eschars.Daniel moved to the bedroom.It usually commences as a gingivitis.John moved to the garden.Sandra put down the apple.The history of German literature is,\nin large measure, the story of its successive periods of connection with\nthe literatures of other lands, and hence scholars have sought with\nindustry and insight to bound and explain such literary inter-relations.John got the football there.Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel picked up the apple there.The latter half of the eighteenth century was a period of predominant\nEnglish influence.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.The first half of the century had fostered this\nascendency through the popularity of the moral weeklies, the religious\nepic, and the didactic poetry of Britain.Daniel left the apple there.Admiration for English ideals\nwas used as a weapon to combat French dominion in matters of taste, till\na kind of Anglomania spread, which was less absolute than the waning\nGallomania had been, only in such measure as the nature of the imitated\nlay nearer the German spirit and hence allowed and cherished a parallel\nindependence rather than demanded utter subjection.Daniel got the apple there.Indeed, the study of\nEnglish masters may be said to have contributed more than any other\nexternal cause to the golden age of German letters; to have worked with\nuntold beneficence in bringing faltering Germany to a consciousness of\nher own inherent possibilities.John went back to the bathroom.Daniel put down the apple.This fact of foreign awakening of\nnational greatness through kinship of inborn racial characteristics\nremoves the seeming inconsistency that British influence was paramount\nat the very time of Germany\u2019s most individual, most national, outburst.John moved to the garden.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.The German literary world concerned itself zealously with each new\ndevelopment across the channel.The German literary periodicals were\ndiligent and alert in giving their subscribers adequate intelligence\nconcerning new books in England,[1] and various journals[2] devoted\nexclusively to aSandra moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary moved to the kitchen.Through the medium of these literary journals,\nintelligence concerning British literary interests was disseminated,\nand the way was thus prepared for the reception of the British authors\nthemselves.John grabbed the football there.Every English writer of eminence, every English literary\nmovement was in some way or other echoed in the literature of the German\nfatherland.John discarded the football.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.English authors were read in the original, and in numerous\nand popular translations.Sandra picked up the milk there.A\u00a0German following is a well-nigh certain\ninference from an English success.Sometimes the growth of German\nappreciation and imitation was immediate and contemporaneous, or nearly\nso, with the English interest, as in the case of the German enthusiasm\nfor Bishop Percy\u2019s \u201cReliques.\u201d At other times it tarried behind the\nperiod of interest in England, and was gradual in its development.Daniel moved to the office.John took the football there.John went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.Sandra put down the milk.The\nsuggestion that a book, especially a novel, was translated from the\nEnglish was an assurance of its receiving consideration, and many\noriginal German novels were published under the guise of English\ntranslations.Hermes roguishly avoids downright falsehood, and yet\navails himself of this popular trend by describing his \u201cMiss Fanny\nWilkes\u201d upon the title page as \u201cSo gut als aus dem Englischen\n\u00fcbersetzt,\u201d and printing \u201cso gut als\u201d in very small type.John left the football.John moved to the hallway.Sandra picked up the football there.M\u00fcller in a\nletter[3] to Gleim, dated at Cassel, May 27, 1781, proposes to alter\nnames in Liscow\u2019s works and to publish his books as an English\ntranslation: \u201cGermany would read him with delight,\u201d he says, and Gleim,\nin his reply, finds the idea \u201csplendid.\u201d Out of this one reads clearly\nhow the Germany of that time was hanging on the lips of England.As has been suggested, conscious or unconscious imitation in the home\nliterature is the unavoidable result of admiration for the foreign;\nimitation of English masters is written large on this period of German\nletters.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.Germany is especially indebted to the stirring impulse of the\nEnglish novel.Mary moved to the bedroom.Mary took the apple there.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra discarded the football.The intellectual development of a people is observable in its successive\nperiods of interest in different kinds of narration, in its attitude\ntoward the relation of fictitious events.Sandra grabbed the football there.The interest in the\nextraordinary always precedes that in the ordinary; the unstored mind\nfinds pleasure only in the unusual.Daniel moved to the garden.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.An appreciation of the absorbing,\nvital interest of everyday existence is the accomplishment of reflective\ntraining, and betokens the spiritualDaniel moved to the garden.Sandra discarded the football.John travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Yet it must be observed\nin passing that the crude interest of unschooled ignorance, and\nundeveloped taste in the grotesque, the monstrous, the unreal, is not\nthe same as the intellectual man\u2019s appreciation of the unreal in\nimagination and fancy.John got the milk there.Sandra went back to the garden.The German novel had passed its time of service\nunder the wild, extraordinary and grotesque.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra went to the office.John dropped the milk.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.The crudities of such tales\nof adventure were softened and eliminated by the culturing influence of\nformal classicism and by a newly won admiration for the everyday element\nin life, contemporaneous with and dependent upon the gradual\nappreciation of middle-class worth.John took the milk there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.At this point the English novel\nstepped in as a guide, and the gradual shaping of the German novel in\nthe direction of an art-form is due primarily to the prevailing\nadmiration of English models.John moved to the hallway.The novel has never been a characteristic method of German\nself-expression, while if any form of literary endeavor can be\ndesignated as characteristically English, the novel may claim this\ndistinction; that is, more particularly the novel as distinguished from\nthe romance.Mary went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.And the sacred waters of Zem-Zem well, transported thither,\n   Should bubble and flow in your chamber, to bathe the delicate\n   Slender and wayworn feet of my Lord, returning from travel,\n                   Had I the power.Fine woven silk, from the further East, should conceal your beauty,\n   Clinging around you in amorous folds; caressive, silken,\n   Beautiful long-lashed, sweet-voiced Persian boys should, kneeling, serve you,\n   And the floor beneath your sandalled feet should be smooth and golden,\n                   Had I the power.John took the football there.Sandra picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the garden.And if ever your clear and stately thoughts should turn to women,\n   Kings' daughters, maidens, should be appointed to your caresses,\n   That the youth and the strength of my Lord might never be wasted\n   In light or sterile love; but enrich the world with his children.John discarded the football there.Whilst I should sit in the outer court of the Water Palace\n   To await the time when you went forth, for Pleasure or Warfare,\n   Descending the stairs rose crowned, or armed and arrayed in purple,--\n   To mark the place where your steps have fallen, and kiss the footprints,\n                   Had I the power.John put down the milk.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.TheSandra dropped the apple.John took the milk there.John dropped the milk.Daniel went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.the singer knew\n   How hard the daily toil, how keen the strife,\n     How salt the falling tear; the joys how few.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John went back to the office.He who thinks hard soon finds it hard to live,\n     Learning the Secret Bitterness of Things:\n   So, leaving thought, the singer strove to give\n     A level lightness to his lyric strings.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.He only sang of Love; its joy and pain,\n     But each man in his early season loves;\n   Each finds the old, lost Paradise again,\n     Unfolding leaves, and roses, nesting doves.And though that sunlit time flies all too fleetly,\n     Delightful Days that dance away too soon!Its early morning freshness lingers sweetly\n     Throughout life's grey and tedious afternoon.Sandra went to the garden.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.Sandra moved to the hallway.And he, whose dreams enshrine her tender eyes,\n     And she, whose senses wait his waking hand,\n   Impatient youth, that tired but sleepless lies,\n     Will read perhaps, and reading, understand.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Oh, roseate lips he would have loved to kiss,\n     Oh, eager lovers that he never knew!Daniel left the apple.What should you know of him, or words of his?--\n     But all the songs he sang were sung for you!Daniel grabbed the apple there.Malaria\n\n   He lurks among the reeds, beside the marsh,\n     Red oleanders twisted in His hair,\n   His eyes are haggard and His lips are harsh,\n     Upon His breast the bones show gaunt and bare.Sandra took the football there.Daniel discarded the apple.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.The green and stagnant waters lick His feet,\n     And from their filmy, iridescent scum\n   Clouds of mosquitoes, gauzy in the heat,\n     Rise with His gifts: Death and Delirium.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the hallway.His messengers: They bear the deadly taint\n     On spangled wings aloft and far away,\n   Making thin music, strident and yet faint,\n     From golden eve to silver break of day.John went to the hallway.John went to the office.John moved to the kitchen.The baffled sleeper hears th' incessant whine\n     Through his tormented dreams, and finds no rest\n   The thirsty insects use his blood for wine,\n     Probe his blue veins and pasture on his breastSandra dropped the football.Daniel went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra took the apple there.While far away He in the marshes lies,\n     Staining the stagnant water with His breath,\n   An endless hunger burning in His eyes,\n     A famine unassuaged, whose food is Death.He hides among the ghostly mists that float\n     Over the water, weird and white and chill,\n   And peasants, passing in their laden boat,\n     Shiver and feel a sense of coming ill.A thousand burn and die; He takes no heed,\n     Their bones, unburied, strewn upon the plain,\n   Only increase the frenzy of His greed\n     To add more victims to th' already slain.Daniel went back to the bedroom.He loves the haggard frame, the shattered mind,\n     Gloats with delight upon the glazing eye,\n   Yet, in one thing, His cruelty is kind,\n     He sends them lovely dreams before they die;\n\n   Dreams that bestow on them their heart's desire,\n     Visions that find them mad, and leave them blest,\n   To sink, forgetful of the fever's fire,\n     Softly, as in a lover's arms, to rest.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Fancy\n\n   Far in the Further East the skilful craftsman\n       Fashioned this fancy for the West's delight.Daniel got the milk there.This rose and azure Dragon, crouching softly\n       Upon the satin skin, close-grained and white.Daniel dropped the milk.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra put down the apple there.Mary picked up the apple there.And you lay silent, while his slender needles\n       Pricked the intricate pattern on your arm,\n   Combining deftly Cruelty and Beauty,\n       That subtle union, whose child is charm.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra discarded the milk.Daniel took the milk there.John moved to the kitchen.Charm irresistible: the lovely something\n       We follow in our dreams, but may not reach.Mary dropped the apple.The unattainable Divine Enchantment,\n       Hinted in music, never heard in speech.Mary travelled to the office.This from the blue design exhales towards me,\n       As incense rises from the Homes of Prayer,\n   While the unfettered eyes, allured and rested,\n       Urge the forbidden lips to stoop and share;\n\n   Share in the sweetness of the rose and azure\n       Traced in the Dragon's form upon the white\n   Curve of the arm.Mary grabbed the football there.Ah, curb thyself, my fancy,\n    Daniel went back to the kitchen.Mary went back to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Feroza\n\n   The evening sky was as green as Jade,\n      As Emerald turf by Lotus lake,\n   Behind the Kafila far she strayed,\n      (The Pearls are lost if the Necklace break!)John went to the hallway.A lingering freshness touched the air\n      From palm-trees, clustered around a Spring,\n   The great, grim Desert lay vast and bare,\n      But Youth is ever a careless thing.John went back to the bathroom.The king marvelled much at her silence, and presently repeated his\nquestions, adding, \"And what do you carry so carefully in those two\nsacks, which seem over-heavy for your delicate shoulders?\"John grabbed the milk there.Sandra went back to the office.Still holding her eyes downcast, the princess took a ruby from one bag,\nand a sapphire from the other, and in silence handed them to the king,\nfor she willed that he should know she was no beggar, even though her\nshoes were dusty.Thereat all the nobles were filled with amazement, for\nno such gems had ever been seen in that country.But the king looked steadfastly at the princess, and said, \"Rubies are\nfine, and sapphires are fair; but, maiden, if I could but see those\neyes of yours, I warrant that the gems would look pale and dull beside\nthem.\"Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra got the apple there.Sandra dropped the apple there.At that the princess raised her clear dark eyes, and looked at the king\nand smiled; and the glance of her eyes pierced straight to his heart, so\nthat he fell on his knees and cried:\n\n\"Ah!John dropped the milk.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.sweet princess, now do I know that thou art the love for whom I\nhave waited so long, and whom I have sought through so many lands.Give\nme thy white hand, and tell me, either by word or by sign, that thou\nwilt be my queen and my bride!\"And the princess, like a right royal maiden as she was, looked him\nstraight in the eyes, and giving him her little white hand, answered\nbravely, \"_With all my heart!_\"\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XII.NOW, if we had looked into the hermit's cave a few days after this, we\nshould have seen a very pleasant sight.The good old man was sitting up\non his narrow couch, with his lame leg on a stool before him.On another\nstool sat our worthy friend Bruin, with a backgammon-board on his knees,\nand the two were deep in the mysteries of Russian backgammon.Sandra got the football there.\"Dear, dear, what luck you do have!\"\"Yes,\" said the hermit, \"this finishes the game and the rubber.Mary moved to the kitchen.But just\nremember, my friend, how you beat me yesterday.I was gammoned over and\nover again, with never a doublet to save me from ruin.\"yesterday was one\nof my good days.And so to-", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John took the football there.I\nsuppose that is why the game is called back-gammon, hey?\"John moved to the bedroom.\"And how have you been in the habit of playing?\"\"You spoke of playing last winter, you know.John discarded the football.Whom did you play with, for\nexample?\"\"With myself,\" said the hermit,--\"the right hand against the left.I\ntaught my crow the game once, but it didn't work very well.Sandra went to the bedroom.He could not\nlift the dice-box, and could only throw the dice by running against the\nbox, and upsetting it.John took the football there.This was apt to disarrange the pieces, you see;\nand as he would not trust me to throw for him, we gave it up.\"\"And what else did you do in the way\nof amusement?\"\"I read, chiefly,\" replied the old man.John dropped the football.\"You see I have a good many\nbooks, and they are all good ones, which will bear reading many times.\"\"That is _one_ thing about you people that I\ncannot understand,--the reading of books.Seems so senseless, you know,\nwhen you can use your eyes for other things.But, tell me,\" he added,\n\"have you never thought of trying our way of passing the winter?Sandra took the football there.It is\ncertainly much the best way, when one is alone.Choose a comfortable\nplace, like this, for example, curl yourself up in the warmest corner,\nand there you are, with nothing to do but to sleep till spring comes\nagain.\"\"I am afraid I could not do that,\" said the hermit with a smile.\"We are\nmade differently, you see.I cannot sleep more than a few hours at a\ntime, at any season of the year.\"\"That makes\nall the difference, you know.Have you ever _tried_ sucking your paw?\"The hermit was forced to admit that he never had.Sandra left the football.well, you really must try it some day,\" said Bruin.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.\"There is\nnothing like it, after all.I will confess to you,\" he\nadded in a low tone, and looking cautiously about to make sure that they\nwere alone, \"that I have missed it sadly this winter.In most respects\nthis has been the happiest season of my life, and I have enjoyed it more\nthan I can tell you; but still there are times,--when I am tired, you\nknow, or the weather is dull, or <DW53> is a little trying, as he is\nsometimes,--times when I feel as if I would give a great deal for a\nquiet corner where I could suck my paw and sleep for a week or two.\"\"Couldn't you manage it, somehow?\"asked the hermit, sympathetically.\"<DW53> thinks the Madam\nwould not like it.Mary went back to the office.He is very genteel, you know,--very genteel indeed,\n<DW53> is; and he says it wouldn't be at all 'the thing' for me to suck\nmy paw anywhere", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I never know just what 'thing' he means\nwhen he says that, but it's a favorite expression of his; and he\ncertainly knows a great deal about good manners.Besides,\" he added,\nmore cheerfully, \"there is always plenty of work to do, and that is the\nbest thing to keep one awake.Baldhead, it is time for your\ndinner, sir; and here am I sitting and talking, when I ought to be\nwarming your broth!\"With these words the excellent bear arose, put away the backgammon\nboard, and proceeded to build up the fire, hang the kettle, and put the\nbroth on to warm, all as deftly as if he had been a cook all his life.He stirred and tasted, shook his head, tasted again, and then said,--\n\n\"You haven't the top of a young pine-tree anywhere about the house, I\nsuppose?Mary journeyed to the office.It would give this broth such a nice flavor.\"John grabbed the apple there.\"I don't generally keep a\nlarge stock of such things on hand.But I fancy the broth will be very\ngood without it, to judge from the last I had.\"John left the apple.\"Do you ever put frogs in your\nbroth?\"\"Whole ones, you know, rolled in a batter,\njust like dumplings?\"Mary went back to the bathroom.\"That's a big job,\" answered the big youth.\"But I like your\nplan, first-rate if you can carry it out.\"\"I have half a dozen of ze\nbest of killowers-za, nevair fail me.But as you knowa dem you\nwill have to do ze lettair writing for us, so zat we git ze money\nfrom zare people at home.\"John grabbed the apple there.Mary went back to the garden.\"Trust me for that,\" responded Baxter quickly.\"You do the capturing and I'll make Mrs.John put down the apple.Rover or\nsomebody else pay up handsomely, never fear.\"And so a compact was formed which was to give the Rovers a good\ndeal of trouble in the near future.Daniel got the milk there.CHAPTER XVI\n\nTHE START UP THE CONGO\n\n\n\"It was queer Dan Baxter should act so,\" said Sam to his uncle,\nwhen Mr.Rover came back from his interview with the bully.\"I\nthought he wanted to, go the worst way.\"\"He acted as if he had struck something else,\" answered Randolph\nRover.\"He didn't even want the money I offered.Perhaps he has\nreceived a remittance from home.\"\"His father is still in\njail.\"\"Perhaps he got Mumps to send it to him,\" said Sam.\"But I\nforgot, Mumps is away.\"Daniel went back to the hallway.There was no time to discuss the situation further, for they were\nto start early on the following morning, and there were yet a\ndozen small matters which must be given attention.All were busy,\nand it was not until after eleven that evening that they turned\nin.The day for the departure from Boma dawned bright and clear, and\nCujo appeared with his assistants while theyJohn journeyed to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary got the milk there.\"Werry good day for um journey,\" he said, with a grin.John moved to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"Make good\nmany miles if nothing go wrong.\"Mary travelled to the hallway.\"You can't do any too well for me,\" answered Dick.John got the football there.\"I hope our\nexpedition into the interior is both short and successful.\"At first they had thought to go\non horseback; but this was abandoned by the advice of the native,\nwho declared that horses would prove more of a drag than a help in\nmany places.\"Horse canno' climb tree bridge,\" he explained.\"No climb high\nrock, no go around bad hill.John went to the hallway.We go on foot an' make better time.\"John put down the football.The town was soon left behind and they struck a highway which for\nseveral miles afforded easy traveling.On all sides were dense\ngroves of tropical growth, palms, mangoes, and the like, with\nenormous vines festooned from one tree to the next.Underneath\nwere a great variety, of ferns and mosses, the homes of countless\ninsects and small animals.The ground was black and wherever\nturned up gave forth a sickly odor of decayed vegetation.\"That is regular fever territory,\" explained Randolph Rover.\"Boys, do not sleep on the ground if you can possibly avoid it.Mary went to the garden.John went to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the hallway.I\nsincerely trust that none of us take the tropical fever.\"\"If I feel it coming on I'll take a good dose of quinine,\"\ndeclared Tom.Fortunately they had brought along a good supply of that valuable\ndrug.On one side\nof the highway was the broad river, which glinted like molten lead\nin the sunshine.They could not travel very close to its bank,\nfor here the ground was uncertain.Once Sam left the highway to\nget a better view of the stream, and, before Cujo noticed it,\nfound himself up to his knees in a muck which stuck to him like so\nmuch glue.Daniel went to the hallway.roared the youngest Rover, and all of the party\nturned, to behold him waving his hand frantically toward them.exclaimed Aleck, and started to go\nto Sam's assistance, when Cujo called him back.\"Must be werry careful,\" said the native.\"Ground bad over\ndare--lose life if urn don't have a care.And he\napproached Sam by a circuitous route over the tufts of grass\nwhich grew like so many dots amid the swamp.Soon he was close\nenough to throw the youth the end of a rope he carried.The pull\nthat, followed nearly took Sam's arms out by the sockets; but the\nboy was saved, to return to the others of the party with an\nexperience which was destined to be very useful to him in, the\nfuture.\"It will teach me to be careful of where I am going after this,\"\nhe declared.\"Why, that bog looked almost as safe as the ground\nover here!\"Mary discarded the milk.\"Tropical places are all full of", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"It will be wise for all of us to\nremember that we are now in a strange territory and that we must\nhave our eyes and ears wide open.\"At half-past eleven they came to a halt for dinner.Mary went to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.The sun was\nnow almost overhead, and they were glad enough to seek the shelter\nof a number of palms standing in front of a--native hostelry.Sandra travelled to the office.\"We will rest here until two o'clock,\" said Mr.\"It is all\nout of the question to travel in the heat of the day, as we did\nyesterday, in such a climate as this.John went back to the hallway.They found the hostelry presided over by a short, fat native who\nscarcely spoke a word of English.Daniel grabbed the football there.But he could speak French, and\nMr.Daniel left the football.Daniel got the football there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Rover spoke to him in that language, while Cujo carried on a\ntalk in the native tongue.The midday repast was cooked over a\nfire built between several stones.The boys watched the cooking\nprocess with interest and were surprised to find, when it came to\neating, that the food prepared tasted so good.They had antelope\nsteak and a generous supply of native bread, and pure cocoa, which\nTom declared as good as chocolate.After the meal they took it easy in a number of grass hammocks\nstretched beneath the wide spreading palms surrounding the wayside\ninn, if such it might be called.John got the apple there.Aleck and Cujo fell to smoking\nand telling each other stories, while the Rovers dozed away, lulled\nto sleep by the warm, gentle breeze which was blowing.\"I don't wonder the natives are lazy,\" remarked Dick, when his\nuncle aroused him.\"I rarely slept in the daytime at home, and\nhere I fell off without half trying.\"\"The climate is very enervating, Dick.Daniel dropped the football.That is why this section\nof the globe makes little or no progress toward civilization.Energetic men come here, with the best intention in the world of\nhustling, as it is termed, but soon their ambition oozes out of\nthem like--well, like molasses out of a barrel lying on a hot\ndock in the sun.he called out, and soon the party was on\nits way again.Mary picked up the football there.Daniel moved to the garden.She is dressed in the\ndaintiest of pale blue silk frocks, and tiny bronze shoes encase her\nfeet.She is altogether, as Ruby ecstatically exclaims, \u201ca love of a\ndoll,\u201d and seems but little the worse for her long journey across the\nbriny ocean.Mary went back to the garden.\u201cIt\u2019s from Jack!\u201d cries Ruby, her eyes shining.John took the milk there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.\u201cOh, and here\u2019s a\nletter pinned to dolly\u2019s dress!What a nice writer he is!\u201d The child\u2019s\ncheeks flush redly, and her fingersJohn went to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the bathroom.Mary took the milk there.\u201cI\u2019ll read it first to myself, mamma, and then I\u2019ll give\nit to you.\u201d\n\n    \u201cMY DEAR LITTLE RUBY\u201d (so the letter runs),\n\n    \u201cI have very often thought of you since last we parted, and now do\n    myself the pleasure of sending madam across the sea in charge of\n    my letter to you.Sandra travelled to the garden.John journeyed to the garden.John grabbed the football there.John put down the football there.She is the little bird I would ask to whisper\n    of me to you now and again, and if you remember your old friend\n    as well as he will always remember you, I shall ask no more.Sandra went to the office.Sandra travelled to the hallway.How\n    are the dollies?Sandra went to the kitchen.John moved to the office.Bluebell and her other ladyship--I have forgotten\n    her name.Mary went back to the bedroom.Mary moved to the office.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the bedroom.I often think of you this bleak, cold weather, and envy\n    you your Australian sunshine just as, I suppose, you often envy\n    me my bonnie Scotland.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.I am looking forward to the day when you\n    are coming home on that visit you spoke of.Daniel moved to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the hallway.We must try and have\n    a regular jollification then, and Edinburgh, your mother\u2019s home,\n    isn\u2019t so far off from Greenock but that you can manage to spend\n    some time with us.My mother bids me say that she will expect you\n    and your people.Mary discarded the milk.Mary got the milk there.Give my kindest regards to your father and mother,\n    and, looking forward to next Christmas,\n\n                          \u201cI remain, my dear little Ruby red,\n                                                \u201cYour old friend,\n                                                             \u201cJACK.\u201d\n\n\u201cVery good of him to take so much trouble on a little girl\u2019s account,\u201d\nremarks Mrs.Mary went to the bathroom.Thorne, approvingly,Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It is the least you can do, after his kindness, and I am\nsure he would like to have a letter from you.\u201d\n\n\u201cI just love him,\u201d says Ruby, squeezing her doll closer to her.\u201cI wish\nI could call the doll after him; but then, \u2018Jack\u2019 would never do for\na lady\u2019s name.Daniel travelled to the garden.I know what I\u2019ll do!\u201d with a little dance of delight.\u201cI\u2019ll call her \u2018May\u2019 after the little girl who gave Jack the card, and\nI\u2019ll call her \u2018Kirke\u2019 for her second name, and that\u2019ll be after Jack.I\u2019ll tell him that when I write, and I\u2019d better send him back his card\ntoo.\u201d\n\nThat very evening, Ruby sits down to laboriously compose a letter to\nher friend.Sandra went back to the bedroom.\u201cMY DEAR JACK\u201d (writes Ruby in her large round hand),\n\n[\u201cI don\u2019t know what else to say,\u201d murmurs the little girl, pausing with\nher pen uplifted.\u201cI never wrote a letter before.\u201d\n\n\u201cThank him for the doll, of course,\u201d advises Mrs.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Thorne, with an\namused smile.\u201cThat is the reason for your writing to him at all, Ruby.\u201d\n\nSo Ruby, thus adjured, proceeds--]\n\n    \u201cThank you very much for the doll.I am calling her \u2018May Kirke,\u2019 after the name on your card, and\n    after your own name; because I couldn\u2019t call her \u2018Jack.\u2019 We are\n    having very hot weather yet; but not so hot as when you were here.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.The dolls are not quite well, because Fanny fell under old Hans\u2019\n    waggon, and the waggon went over her face and squashed it.Sandra left the apple.I am\n    very sorry, because I liked her, but your doll will make up.Thank\n    you for writing me.Mamma says I am to send her kindest regards to\n    you.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra went back to the bathroom.It won\u2019t be long till next Christmas now.I am sending you\n    back your card.John travelled to the bathroom.\u201cWith love, from your little friend,\n                                                               \u201cRUBY.Daniel went back to the hallway.\u201cP.S.--Dad has come in now, and asks me to remember him to you.I\n    have had to write this all over again; mamma said it was so badly", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Such are the excessively foolish antics of young men who happen to be\nin love.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VIII.\u201cThe Christmas bells from hill to hill\n  Answer each other in the mist.\u201d\n\n                               TENNYSON.Mary grabbed the milk there.Christmas Day again; but a white, white Christmas this time--a\nChristmas Day in bonnie Scotland.In the sitting-room of an old-fashioned house in Edinburgh a little\nbrown-haired, brown-eyed girl is dancing about in an immense state\nof excitement.She is a merry-looking little creature, with rosy\ncheeks, and wears a scarlet frock, which sets off those same cheeks to\nperfection.\u201cCan\u2019t you be still even for a moment, Ruby?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I can\u2019t,\u201d the child returns.\u201cAnd neither could you, Aunt Lena,\nif you knew my dear Jack.Oh, he\u2019s just a dear!I wonder what\u2019s keeping\nhim?What if he\u2019s just gone on straight home to Greenock without\nstopping here at all.John picked up the apple there.what if there\u2019s been a collision.Dad says there are quite often collisions in Scotland!\u201d cries Ruby,\nsuddenly growing very grave.\u201cWhat if the skies were to fall?Just about as probable, you wild\nlittle Australian,\u201d laughs the lady addressed as Aunt Lena, who bears\nsufficient resemblance to the present Mrs.Thorne to proclaim them\nto be sisters.\u201cYou must expect trains to be late at Christmas time,\nRuby.But of course you can\u2019t be expected to know that, living in the\nAustralian bush all your days.Poor, dear Dolly, I wonder how she ever\nsurvived it.\u201d\n\n\u201cMamma was very often ill,\u201d Ruby returns very gravely.\u201cShe didn\u2019t\nlike being out there at all, compared with Scotland.\u2018Bonnie Scotland\u2019\nJenny always used to call it.It is our great\nmoralist who tells us, in the immortal page, that an affair of gallantry\nwith a great lady is more delightful than with ladies of a lower degree.Mary went to the bathroom.In this he contradicts the good old ballad; but certain it is that\nDr.Johnson announced to Boswell, 'Sir, in the case of a Countess the\nimagination is more excited.'Daniel moved to the garden.But Sidonia was a man on whom the conventional superiorities of life\nproduced as little effect as a flake falling on the glaciers of the high\nAlps.His comprehension of the world and human nature was too vast\nand complete; he understood too well the relative value of things to\nappreciate anything but essential excellence; and that not too much.A\ncharming woman was not more charming to him because she chanced to be\nan empress in a particular district of one of the smallest planets; a\ncharming woman under any circumstances was not an unique animal.When", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.Mary picked up the apple there.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the hallway.Mary dropped the apple.There was, indeed,\nno subject on which Sidonia discoursed so felicitously as on woman, and\nnone on which Lord Eskdale more frequently endeavoured to attract him.Mary dropped the milk.Daniel went to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the office.John went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary moved to the hallway.He would tell you Talmudical stories about our mother Eve and the Queen\nof Sheba, which would have astonished you.John journeyed to the hallway.John travelled to the garden.Mary went to the garden.Sandra moved to the garden.John moved to the bathroom.Mary went to the office.Mary went back to the garden.There was not a free lady of\nGreece, Leontium and Phryne, Lais, Danae, and Lamia, the Egyptian girl\nThonis, respecting whom he could not tell you as many diverting tales as\nif they were ladies of Loretto; not a nook of Athenseus, not an obscure\nscholiast, not a passage in a Greek orator, that could throw light on\nthese personages, which was not at his command.Sandra went to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary journeyed to the office.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the bathroom.What stories he would\ntell you about Marc Antony and the actress Cytheris in their chariot\ndrawn by tigers!Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel went to the office.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.John moved to the bedroom.Mary moved to the hallway.What a character would he paint of that Flora who gave\nher gardens to the Roman people!Sandra moved to the bathroom.John moved to the bathroom.Daniel went to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.John travelled to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.No\nman was ever so learned in the female manners of the last centuries of\npolytheism as Sidonia.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.You would have supposed that he had devoted his\nstudies peculiarly to that period if you had not chanced to draw him\nto the Italian middle ages.Mary moved to the bathroom.Mary moved to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.Daniel went to the garden.And even these startling revelations were\nalmost eclipsed by his anecdotes of the Court of Henry III.Sandra went back to the office.John went to the office.John moved to the bathroom.of France,\nwith every character of which he was as familiar as with the brilliant\ngroups that at this moment filled the saloons of Madame de R----d.\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER III.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John travelled to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the football there.John got the milk there.The image of Edith Millbank was the last thought of ConingsJohn travelled to the garden.John went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.To him had hitherto in general been\naccorded the precious boon of dreamless sleep.John went to the kitchen.Homer tells us these\nphantasms come from Jove; they are rather the children of a distracted\nsoul.Sandra went back to the office.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Coningsby this night lived much in past years, varied by\npainful perplexities of the present, which he could neither subdue\nnor comprehend.Daniel picked up the apple there.Daniel went to the hallway.John moved to the office.Mary picked up the football there.The scene flitted from Eton to the castle of his\ngrandfather; and then he found himself among the pictures of the Rue de\nTronchet, but their owner bore the features of the senior Millbank.Mary put down the football there.A\nbeautiful countenance that was alternately the face in the mysterious\npicture, and then that of Edith, haunted him under all circumstances.Mary picked up the football there.He\nwoke little refreshed; restless, and yet sensible of some secret joy.He woke to think of her of whom he had dreamed.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel put down the apple.The light had dawned on\nhis soul.what is that ambition that haunts our youth, that thirst for power\nor that lust of fame that forces us from obscurity into the sunblaze of\nthe world, what are these sentiments so high, so vehement, so ennobling?They vanish, and in an instant, before the glance of a woman!Mary moved to the kitchen.Coningsby had scarcely quitted her side the preceding eve.John moved to the hallway.He hung\nupon the accents of that clear sweet voice, and sought, with tremulous\nfascination, the gleaming splendour of those soft dark eyes.And now\nhe sat in his chamber, with his eyes fixed on vacancy.All thoughts and\nfeelings, pursuits, desires, life, merge in one absorbing sentiment.It is impossible to exist without seeing her again, and instantly.He\nhad requested and gained permission to call on Lady Wallinger; he would\nnot lose a moment in availing himself of it.As early as was tolerably\ndecorous, and before, in all probability, they could quit their hotel,\nConingsby repaired to the Rue de Rivoli to pay his respects to his new\nfriends.John journeyed to the kitchen.As he walked along, he indulged in fanciful speculations which connected\nEdith and the mysterious portrait of his mother.Mary discarded the football.He felt himself, as\nit were, near the fulfilment of some fate, and on the threshold of some\ncritical discovery.John grabbed the football there.He recalled the impatient, even alarmed, expressions\nof Rigby at Montem six years ago, when he proposed to invite young\nMillbank to his grandfather's dinner; the vindictive feud that existed\nbetween the two families, and for which political opinion, or even party\npassion, could not satisfactorily account; and he reasoned himself into\na conviction, that the solution of many perplexities was at hand, and\nthat all would be consumJohn travelled to the garden.Daniel grabbed the apple there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.The worthy Baronet was at any rate\nno participator in Mr.Mary dropped the football.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Millbank's vindictive feelings against Lord\nMonmouth.Mary moved to the bathroom.On the contrary, he had a very high respect for a Marquess,\nwhatever might be his opinions, and no mean consideration for a\nMarquess' grandson.Sir Joseph had inherited a large fortune made by commerce, and had\nincreased it by the same means.He was a middle-class Whig, had\nfaithfully supported that party in his native town during the days they\nwandered in the wilderness, and had well earned his share of the milk\nand honey when they had vanquished the promised land.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.In the springtide\nof Liberalism, when the world was not analytical of free opinions, and\nodious distinctions were not drawn between Finality men and progressive\nReformers, Mr.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Wallinger had been the popular leader of a powerful\nbody of his fellow-citizens, who had returned him to the first Reformed\nParliament, and where, in spite of many a menacing registration, he\nhad contrived to remain.Daniel went back to the office.He had never given a Radical vote without\nthe permission of the Secretary of the Treasury, and was not afraid\nof giving an unpopular one to serve his friends.She was staying at Branford, either from neglect\nof the company or because the London smoke disagreed with her, and there\nSmith went to see her.Sandra picked up the apple there.His account of his intercourse with her, the only\none we have, must be given for what it is worth.According to this she\nhad supposed Smith dead, and took umbrage at his neglect of her.He\nwrites:\n\n\"After a modest salutation, without any word, she turned about, obscured\nher face, as not seeming well contented; and in that humour, her husband\nwith divers others, we all left her two or three hours repenting myself\nto have writ she could speak English.But not long after she began to\ntalke, remembering me well what courtesies she had done: saying, 'You\ndid promise Powhatan what was yours should be his, and he the like to\nyou; you called him father, being in his land a stranger, and by the\nsame reason so must I do you:' which though I would have excused, I\ndurst not allow of that title, because she was a king's daughter.With\na well set countenance she said: 'Were you not afraid to come into my\nfather's country and cause fear in him and all his people (but me), and\nfear you have I should call you father; I tell you then I will, and\nyou shall call me childe, and so I will be forever and ever, your\ncontrieman.John moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.They did tell me alwaies you were dead, and I knew no other\ntill I came to Plymouth, yet Powhatan did command Uttamatomakkin to seek\nyou, and know the truth, because your countriemen will lie much", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "This savage was the Tomocomo spoken of above, who had been sent by\nPowhatan to take a census of the people of England, and report what they\nand their state were.At Plymouth he got a long stick and began to make\nnotches in it for the people he saw.Daniel went to the bedroom.But he was quickly weary of that\ntask.Sandra moved to the bedroom.He told Smith that Powhatan bade him seek him out, and get him\nto show him his God, and the King, Queen, and Prince, of whom Smith had\ntold so much.Smith put him off about showing his God, but said he had\nheard that he had seen the King.This the Indian denied, James probably\nnot coming up to his idea of a king, till by circumstances he was\nconvinced he had seen him.Daniel went to the garden.Mary moved to the hallway.Then he replied very sadly: \"You gave\nPowhatan a white dog, which Powhatan fed as himself, but your king gave\nme nothing, and I am better than your white dog.\"John moved to the bedroom.Smith adds that he took several courtiers to see Pocahontas, and \"they\ndid think God had a great hand in her conversion, and they have seen\nmany English ladies worse favoured, proportioned, and behavioured;\" and\nhe heard that it had pleased the King and Queen greatly to esteem her,\nas also Lord and Lady Delaware, and other persons of good quality, both\nat the masques and otherwise.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Much has been said about the reception of Pocahontas in London, but\nthe contemporary notices of her are scant.Daniel grabbed the milk there.The Indians were objects of\ncuriosity for a time in London, as odd Americans have often been since,\nand the rank of Pocahontas procured her special attention.At the playing of Ben Jonson's \"Christmas his Mask\" at court, January\n6, 1616-17, Pocahontas and Tomocomo were both present, and Chamberlain\nwrites to Carleton: \"The Virginian woman Pocahuntas with her father\ncounsellor have been with the King and graciously used, and both she and\nher assistant were pleased at the Masque.Daniel discarded the milk.She is upon her return though\nsore against her will, if the wind would about to send her away.\"Daniel moved to the bedroom.Neill says that \"after the first weeks of her residence in England\nshe does not appear to be spoken of as the wife of Rolfe by the letter\nwriters,\" and the Rev.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Peter Fontaine says that \"when they heard that\nRolfe had married Pocahontas, it was deliberated in council whether he\nhad not committed high treason by so doing, that is marrying an Indian\nprincesse.\"John moved to the hallway.His interest in the colony was never\nthe most intelligent, and apt to be in things trivial.15, 1609) writes to Lord Salisbury that he had told the King of\nthe Virginia squirrels brought into England, which are said to fly.John got the football there.John went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The\nKing very earnestly asked if none were provided for him, and said he was\nsure Salisbury would get him one.Daniel got the football there.Mary travelled to the garden.Would not have troubled him, \"but that\nyou know so well how he is affected to these toys.\"There has been recently found in the British Museum a print of a\nportrait of Pocahontas, with a legend round it in Latin, which is\ntranslated: \"Matoaka, alias Rebecka, Daughter of Prince Powhatan,\nEmperor of Virginia; converted to Christianity, married Mr.Mary moved to the bedroom.Rolff; died\non shipboard at Gravesend 1617.\"This is doubtless the portrait engraved\nby Simon De Passe in 1616, and now inserted in the extant copies of the\nLondon edition of the \"General Historie,\" 1624.It is not probable that\nthe portrait was originally published with the \"General Historie.\"The\nportrait inserted in the edition of 1624 has this inscription:\n\nRound the portrait:\n\n\"Matoaka als Rebecca Filia Potentiss Princ: Pohatani Imp: Virginim.\"Daniel moved to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.In the oval, under the portrait:\n\n         \"Aetatis suae 21 A.1616\"\nBelow:\n\n\"Matoaks als Rebecka daughter to the mighty Prince Powhatan Emprour of\nAttanoughkomouck als virginia converted and baptized in the Christian\nfaith, and wife to the worth Mr.Camden in his \"History of Gravesend\" says that everybody paid this\nyoung lady all imaginable respect, and it was believed she would have\nsufficiently acknowledged those favors, had she lived to return to her\nown country, by bringing the Indians to a kinder disposition toward the\nEnglish; and that she died, \"giving testimony all the time she lay sick,\nof her being a very good Christian.\"The Lady Rebecka, as she was called in London, died on shipboard at\nGravesend after a brief illness, said to be of only three days, probably\non the 21st of March, 1617.I have seen somewhere a statement, which\nI cannot confirm, that her disease was smallpox.Daniel left the football.George's Church,\nwhere she was buried, was destroyed by fire in 1727.Justice of Roderick's justification of himself to Fitz-James.Mary went to the bathroom.Means used to give the impression of speed in Fitz-James's ride.Daniel picked up the football there.Sandra went back to the hallway.V. Exemplification in this canto of the line, \"Shine martial Faith,\n    and Courtesy's bright star!\"a. Contrast between this and that in Canto III.b. Use of onomatopoeia.Daniel picked up the milk there.d. Advantage of description by an onlooker.Mary went to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the garden.a. Previous hints as to the identity of James.Dramatization of a Scene from _The Lady of the Lake_.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Daniel left the football.ADVERTISEMENTS\n\n\nWEBSTER'S SECOND", "question": "Where is the football? 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", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel took the milk there.AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY\n\n(S.87)\n\n\nHALLECK'S NEW ENGLISH LITERATURE\n\nBy REUBEN POST HALLECK, M. A., LL.John journeyed to the garden.D. author of History of English\nLiterature, and History of American Literature.Daniel went back to the hallway.This New English Literature preserves the qualities which have caused\nthe author's former History of English Literature to be so widely used;\nnamely, suggestiveness, clearness, organic unity, interest, and power\nto awaken thought and to stimulate the student to further reading.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.\u00b6 Here are presented the new facts which have recently been brought\nto light, and the new points of view which have been adopted.More\nattention is paid to recent writers.Daniel dropped the milk.Daniel took the milk there.The present critical point of\nview concerning authors, which has been brought about by the new\nsocial spirit, is reflected.John grabbed the apple there.Many new and important facts concerning\nthe Elizabethan theater and the drama of Shakespeare's time are\nincorporated.\u00b6 Other special features are the unusually detailed Suggested Readings\nthat follow each chapter, suggestions and references for a literary\ntrip to England, historical introductions to the chapters, careful\ntreatment of the modern drama, and a new and up-to-date bibliography.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.\u00b6 Over 200 pictures selected for their pedagogical value and their\nunusual character appear in their appropriate places in connection with\nthe text.John went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The frontispiece, in colors, shows the performance of an\nElizabethan play in the Fortune Theater.AMERICAN BOOK COMPANY\n\n(S.90)\n\n\nA HISTORY OF AMERICAN LITERATURE\n\nBy REUBEN POST HALLECK, M.A., Principal, Male High School, Louisville,\nKy.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the hallway.A companion volume to the author's History of English Literature.\"Yonder is one, now--Miss\nCarrington,\" nodding toward the far side of the street.Sandra went back to the kitchen.the girl of the blue-black hair and\nslender silken ankles.\"She's Captain Carrington's granddaughter,\" Dick went on with the\nSoutherner's love for the definite in genealogy.Sandra went back to the bathroom.\"Her father and mother\nboth died when she was a little tot, sir, and they--that is, the\ngrandparents, sir--raised her.John went to the kitchen.That's the Carrington place she's\nturning in at.Ah----\"\n\nThe girl glanced across and, recognizing Dick (and, it must be\nadmitted, her Clarendon inquirer as well), nodded.Sandra got the football there.But Croyden noticed that the older man\ncould teach him much in the way it should be done.He did it shortly,\nsharply, in the city way; Dick, slowly, deferentially, as though it\nwere an especialSandra went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Are there more like her, in Hampton?\"\"I'm too old, sir, to be a competent judge,\" returned Dick, \"but I\nshould say we have several who trot in the same class.I mean,\nsir----\"\n\n\"I understand!\"\"It's no disrespect in a Marylander, I\ntake it, when he compares the ladies with his race-horses.\"Sandra took the milk there.At least, that's the way we of the older generation\nfeel; our ladies and our horses run pretty close together.But that spirit\nis fast disappearing, sir!The younger ones are becoming--commercialized,\nif you please.It's dollars first, and _then_ the ladies, with them--and\nthe horses nowhere.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Sandra dropped the milk there.Though I don't say it's not wise.Horses and the\nwar have almost broken us, sir.We lost the dollars, or forgot about\nthem and they lost themselves, whichever way it was, sir.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.It's right that\nour sons should start on a new track and run the course in their own\nway--Yes, sir,\" suddenly recollecting himself, \"Miss Carrington's a\npretty girl, and so's Miss Tayloe and Miss Lashiel and a heap more.John went to the kitchen.Indeed, sir, Hampton is famed on the Eastern Sho' for her women.John got the apple there.I'll\nattend to your baggage, and the telephone, sir, and if there is\nanything else I can do, pray command me.Drop in and see me when you\nget up town.And removing his hat with a bow\njust a little less deferential than the one he had given to Miss\nCarrington, he proceeded up the street, leisurely and deliberately, as\nthough the world were waiting for him.\"The man who,\naccording to our way of thinking, is the acme of hustle and bustle and\nbusiness, and schemes to trap the unwary.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Truly, the Eastern Shore has\nmuch to learn--or we have much to unlearn!John dropped the apple.Daniel moved to the hallway.Well, I have tried the\none--and failed.Now, I'm going to try the other.John picked up the apple there.Mary went back to the office.It seems to promise a\nquiet life, at least.\"He turned, to find Moses in the doorway, waiting.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"Marster Croyden,\" he said, \"shall I puts yo satchel an' things in de\nCun'l's room, seh?\"He did not know which was the Colonel's room, but it\nwas likely to be the best in the house, and, moreover, it was well to\nfollow him wherever he could.\"And see that my luggage is taken there, when the man brings it,\" he\ndirected--\"and tell Josephine to have luncheon at one and dinner at\nseven.\"John discarded the apple.\"De Cun'l hed dinner in de middle o' de day, seh,\" he said, as though\nCroyden had inadvertently erred.And Croy", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Lunch is de same as supper, I\ns'pose, seh?\"John travelled to the hallway.\"Yes,\" he said, \"that will answer--like a light supper.\"\"There may be an objection, after all, to taking over Colonel Duval's\nold servants,\" he reflected.\"It may be difficult to persuade them that\nhe is no longer the master.I run the chance of being ruled by a dead\nman.\"Presently his luggage arrived, and he went upstairs to unpack.Moses\nlooked, in wonder, at the wardrobe trunk, with every suit on a separate\nhanger, the drawers for shirts and linen, the apartments for hats, and\ncollars, and neckties, and the shoes standing neatly in a row below.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"Whar's de use atak'in de things out t'al, Marster Croyden!\"I mo'nt a kno'd hit.Hit's mons'us strange, seh, whar yo mon't\na' kno'd ef yo'd only stop to t'ink.Sandra journeyed to the garden.F' instance, I mon't a kno'd yo'd\ncum back to Clarendon, seh, some day, cuz yo spends yo money on hit.\"Dyar's dinner--I means lunch, seh,\" said Moses.Daniel grabbed the apple there.\"And I'm ready for it,\" said Croyden, as he went to the iron\nwash-stand, and then slowly down stairs to the dining-room.Sandra got the milk there.From some place, Moses had resurrected a white coat, yellow with its\nten years' rest, and was waiting to receive him.Daniel dropped the apple there.He drew out Croyden's\nchair, as only a family servant of the olden times can do it, and bowed\nhim into his place.Sandra discarded the milk there.The table was set exactly as in Colonel Duval's day, and very prettily\nset, Croyden thought, with napery spotless, and china that was thin and\nfine.The latter, if he had but known it, was Lowestoft and had served\nthe Duvals, on that very table, for much more than a hundred years.There was cold ham, and cold chicken, lettuce with mayonnaise, deviled\neggs, preserves, with hot corn bread and tea.When Croyden had about\nfinished a leisurely meal, it suddenly occurred to him that however\ncompletely stocked Clarendon was with things of the Past, they did not\napply to the larder, and _these_ victuals were undoubtedly fresh and\nparticularly good.[12] A pack of hounds is said to \"open\" when the dogs begin to bark,\nupon recovering the scent or catching sight of the game.[13] A confused or boisterous gathering.Sandra went to the hallway.Less loud the sounds of silvan war\n    Disturb'd the heights of Uam-Var,\n    And roused the cavern, where, 'tis told,\n    A giant made his den of old;\n    For ere that steep ascent was won,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.V.\n\n    The noble stag was pausing now\n    Upon the mountain's southern brow,\n    Where broad extended, far beneath,\n    The varied realms of fair Menteith.Daniel went to the bathroom.[17]\n    With anxious eye he wander'd o'er\n    Mountain and meadow, moss and moor,\n    And ponder'd refuge from his toil,\n    By far Lochard or Aberfoyle.John went back to the bedroom.But nearer was the copsewood gray,\n    That waved and wept on Loch Achray,\n    And mingled with the pine trees blue\n    On the bold cliffs of Benvenue.John went to the hallway.Fresh vigor with the hope return'd,\n    With flying foot the heath he spurn'd,\n    Held westward with unwearied race,\n    And left behind the panting chase.[17] Or Monteith, a picturesque district of Scotland watered by the\nriver Teith.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.'Twere long to tell what steeds gave o'er,\n    As swept the hunt through Cambus-more;[18]\n    What reins were tighten'd in despair,\n    When rose Benledi's ridge in air;\n    Who flagg'd upon Bochastle's heath,\n    Who shunn'd to stem the flooded Teith,--\n    For twice that day, from shore to shore,\n    The gallant stag swam stoutly o'er.Sandra picked up the apple there.Few were the stragglers, following far,\n    That reach'd the lake of Vennachar;\n    And when the Brigg[19] of Turk was won,\n    The headmost horseman rode alone.John moved to the bathroom.[18] An estate about two miles from Callander on the wooded banks of\nthe Keltie.John got the milk there.Alone, but with unbated zeal,\n    That horseman plied the scourge and steel;[20]\n    For jaded now, and spent with toil,\n    Emboss'd with foam, and dark with soil,\n    While every gasp with sobs he drew,\n    The laboring stag strain'd full in view.Hubert's breed,\n    Unmatch'd for courage, breath, and speed,\n    Fast on his flying traces came,\n    And all but won that desperate game;\n    For, scarce a spear's length from his haunch,\n    Vindictive toil'd the bloodhounds stanch,\n    Nor nearer might the dogs attain,\n    Nor farther might the quarry strain.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.Thus up the margin of the lake,\n    Between the precipice and brake,[21]\n  Sandra put down the apple.John got the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The Hunter mark'd that mountain[23] high,\n    The lone lake's western boundary,\n    And deem'd the stag must turn to bay,[24]\n    Where that huge rampart barr'd the way;\n    Already glorying in the prize,\n    Measured his antlers with his eyes;\n    For the death wound and death halloo,\n    Muster'd his breath, his whinyard drew;--\n    But thundering as he came prepared,\n    With ready arm and weapon bared,\n    The wily quarry shunn'd the shock,\n    And turn'd him from the opposing rock;\n    Then, dashing down a darksome glen,\n    Soon lost to hound and Hunter's ken,\n    In the deep Trosachs'[25] wildest nook\n    His solitary refuge took.There, while close couch'd, the thicket shed\n    Cold dews and wild flowers on his head,\n    He heard the baffled dogs in vain\n    Rave through the hollow pass amain,\n    Chiding the rocks that yell'd[26] again.[24] \"Turn to bay,\" i.e., to face an antagonist, when escape is no\nlonger possible.Mary went back to the garden.[25] \"The Trosachs\" is the name now applied to the valley between Lochs\nKatrine and Achray.[26] Echoed back their barks or chidings.Close on the hounds the Hunter came,\n    To cheer them on the vanish'd game;\n    But, stumbling on[27] the rugged dell,\n    The gallant horse exhausted fell.Mary grabbed the milk there.The impatient rider strove in vain\n    To rouse him with the spur and rein,\n    For the good steed, his labors o'er,\n    Stretch'd his stiff limbs, to rise no more;\n    Then, touch'd with pity and remorse,\n    He sorrow'd o'er the expiring horse.Sandra went to the hallway.\"I little thought, when first thy rein\n    I slack'd upon the banks of Seine,[28]\n    That Highland eagle e'er should feed\n    On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed!Woe worth[29] the chase, woe worth the day,\n    That costs thy life, my gallant gray!\"Mary got the football there.[28] The river which flows through Paris, France.John picked up the apple there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John moved to the kitchen.[29] Be to (from the old verb _worthen_, \"to become\").X.\n\n    Then through the dell his horn resounds,\n    From vain pursuit to call the hounds.Back limp'd, with slow and crippled pace,\n    The sulky leaders of the chase;\n    Close toMary left the milk.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The owlets started from their dream,\n    The eagles answer'd with their scream,\n    Round and around the sounds were cast\n    Till echo seem'd an answering blast;\n    And on the Hunter hied his way,[30]\n    To join some comrades of the day;\n    Yet often paused, so strange the road,\n    And wondrous were the scenes it show'd.[30] \"Hied his way,\" i.e., hastened.John went back to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.Mary moved to the bedroom.The western waves of ebbing day\n    Roll'd o'er the glen their level way;[31]\n    Each purple peak, each flinty spire,\n    Was bathed in floods of living fire.But not a setting beam could glow\n    Within the dark ravines below,\n    Where twined the path in shadow hid,\n    Round many a rocky pyramid,\n    Shooting abruptly from the dell\n    Its thunder-splinter'd pinnacle;\n    Round many an insulated[32] mass,\n    The native bulwarks of the pass,\n    Huge as the tower[33] which builders vain\n    Presumptuous piled on Shinar's plain.Sandra left the apple.John went back to the garden.The rocky summits, split and rent,\n    Form'd turret, dome, or battlement,\n    Or seem'd fantastically set\n    With cupola or minaret,\n    Wild crests as pagod[34] ever deck'd,\n    Or mosque of Eastern architect.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel went back to the office.Sandra left the apple there.\"Not laying supper-tables would be another good time,\" Patience\nanswered.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra discarded the apple.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra went back to the garden.\"We did get enough, didn't we?John went back to the bedroom.\"I wonder,\" Pauline said, more as if speaking to herself, \"whether\nmaybe mother wouldn't think it good to have Jane in now and then--for\nextra work?Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra went back to the bedroom.She likes to work with Miranda--she says\nMiranda's such a nice lady.John went to the garden.\"I'm thinking about other things just now.\"Sandra dropped the football.Sandra got the football there.Sandra put down the football.Daniel went to the bedroom.\"I  don't--There's  mother.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary went back to the office.Goodness, Miranda's got the cloth on!\"To Patience's astonishment, nothing was said at supper, either of Uncle\nPaul's letter, or the wonderful things it was to lead to.Daniel discarded the football.Mary grabbed the milk there.Shaw\nkept his wife engaged with parish subjects and Pauline appeared lost in\nthoughts of her own.Sandra went to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Patience fidgeted as openly as she dared.Of all\nqueer grown-ups--and it looked as though most grown-ups were more or\nless queer--father was certainly the queerest.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Of course, he knew\nabout the letter; and how could he go on talking about stupid,\nuninteresting matters--like the Ladies' Aid and the new hymn books?Mary moved to the bedroom.Sandra took the football there.Even the first strawberries of the season passed unnoticed, as far as\nhe was concerned, though Mrs.Shaw gave Patience a little smiling nod,\nin recognition of them.\"Mother,\" Pauline exclaimed, the moment her father had gone back to his\nstudy, \"I've been thinking--Suppose we get Hilary to pretend--that\ncoming home is coming to a _new_ place?We'll think up all the interesting things to do, that we can, and\nthe pretty places to show her.\"Daniel went back to the bedroom.\"That would be a good plan, Pauline.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"And if she's company, she'll have to have the spare room,\" Patience\nadded.Daniel took the apple there.Sandra moved to the garden.\"Only, mother, Hilary doesn't\nlike the spare room; she says it's the dreariest room in the house.\"\"If she's company, she'll have to pretend to like it, it wouldn't be\ngood manners not to,\" Patience observed.The prospect opening out\nahead of them seemed full of delightful possibilities.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"I hope Miranda\ncatches on to the game, and gives us pound-cake and hot biscuits for\nsupper ever so often, and doesn't call me to do things, when I'm busy\nentertaining 'the company.'\"Daniel journeyed to the garden.\"Mother,\" Pauline broke in--\"do keep quiet.Impatience--couldn't we do\nthe spare room over--there's that twenty-five dollars?\"We might make some alterations, dear--at least.\"\"We'll take stock the first thing to-morrow morning.I suppose we\ncan't really start in before Monday.\"Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra discarded the football.Sandra grabbed the football there.\"Hardly, seeing that it is Friday night.\"They were still talking this new idea over, though Patience had been\nsent to bed, when Mr.Daniel dropped the apple there.Shaw came in from a visit to a sick parishioner.\"We've got the most beautiful scheme on hand, father,\" Pauline told\nhim, wheeling forward his favorite chair.She hoped he would sit down\nand talk things over with them, instead of going on to the study; it\nwouldn't be half as nice, if he stayed outside of everything.John travelled to the bathroom.\"New schemes appear to be rampant these days,\" Mr.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Shaw said, but he\nsettled himself comfortably in the big chair, quite as though he meant\nto stay with them.He listened, while Pauline explained, really listened, instead of\nmerely seeming to.\"It does appear an excellent", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Maybe Uncle Paul's thought isn't such a bad one, after all.\"\"Paul always believed in developing the opportunities nearest hand,\"\nMr.He stroked the head Towser laid against his knee.\"Your mother and I will be the gainers--if we keep all our girls at\nhome, and still achieve the desired end.\"John went to the kitchen.How could she have thought him\nunheeding--indifferent?Mary picked up the apple there.\"Somehow, I think it will work out all right,\" she said.Mary went back to the bedroom.\"Anyhow,\nwe're going to try it, aren't we.Patience thinks it the\nbest idea ever, there'll be no urging needed there.\"Pauline went up to bed that night feeling strangely happy.For one\nthing the uncertainty was over, and if they set to work to make this\nsummer full of interest, to break up the monotony and routine that\nHilary found so irksome, the result must be satisfactory.And lastly,\nthere was the comforting conviction, that whatever displeasure her\nfather had felt at first, at her taking the law into her own hands in\nsuch unforeseen fashion, had disappeared now; and he was not going to\nstay \"outside of things,\" that was sure.The next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Pauline ran up-stairs\nto the spare room.She threw open the shutters of the four windows,\nletting in the fresh morning air.The side windows faced west, and\nlooked out across the pleasant tree-shaded yard to the church; those at\nthe front faced south, overlooking the broad village street.In the bright sunlight, the big square room stood forth in all its prim\norderliness.\"It is ugly,\" Pauline decided, shaking her head\ndisapprovingly, but it had possibilities.I spoke of the resemblance, and\nsaid that it looked to me as if it were the self-same stick I had\nshaped with my knife.\"Do you remember,\" asked the magistrate, \"what you did with it after\nyour suspicions were allayed?\"Daniel journeyed to the office.\"No,\" I replied, \"I have not the slightest remembrance what I did with\nit.I could not have carried it home with me, or I should have seen it\nthis morning before I left my house.I have no doubt that, after my\nmind was at ease as to the intentions of the ruffians, I flung it\naside into the woods, having no further use for it.Daniel picked up the milk there.John travelled to the bathroom.When the men set\nout to perpetrate the robbery they must have stumbled upon the branch,\nand, appreciating the pains I had bestowed upon it, took it with them.Mary discarded the apple.There appears to be no other solution to their possession of it.\"\"It is the only solution,\" said the magistrate.Sandra went to the kitchen.\"So that,\" I said with a sudden thrill of horror, \"I am indirectly\nresponsible for the direction of the tragedy, and should have been\nresponsible had they used the weapon against those I love!John moved to the office.\"We have all happily been spared,\nGabriel,\" he said.Daniel left the milk.\"It is", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "We continued our search for some time, without meeting with any\nfurther evidence, and I spent the evening with Doctor Louis's family,\nand was deeply grateful that Providence had frustrated the villainous\nschemes of the wretches who had conspired against them.On this\nevening Lauretta and I seemed to be drawn closer to each other, and\nonce, when I held her hand in mine for a moment or two (it was done\nunconsciously), and her father's eyes were upon us, I was satisfied\nthat he did not deem it a breach of the obligation into which we had\nentered with respect to my love for his daughter.Daniel took the apple there.John moved to the office.Indeed it was not\npossible that all manifestations of a love so profound and absorbing\nas mine should be successfully kept out of sight; it would have been\ncontrary to nature.John moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.I slept that night in Doctor Louis's house, and the next morning\nLauretta and Lauretta's mother said that they had experienced a\nfeeling of security because of my presence.Sandra journeyed to the garden.At noon I was on my way to the magistrate's office.Mary took the milk there.Mary put down the milk.Mary went to the garden.My purpose was to obtain, by the magistrate's permission, an interview\nwith the prisoner.His account of the man's sincere or pretended\nbelief in spirits and demons had deeply interested me, and I wished to\nhave some conversation with him respecting this particular adventure\nwhich had ended in murder.I obtained without difficulty the\npermission I sought.I asked if the prisoner had made any further\nadmissions or confession, and the magistrate answered no, and that the\nman persisted in a sullen adherence to the tale he had invented in his\nown defence.Sandra grabbed the football there.\"I saw him this morning,\" the magistrate said, \"and interrogated him\nwith severity, to no effect.He continues to declare himself to be\ninnocent, and reiterates his fable of the demon.\"\"Have you asked him,\" I inquired, \"to give you an account of all that\ntranspired within his knowledge from the moment he entered Nerac until\nthe moment he was arrested?\"John journeyed to the garden.\"No,\" said the magistrate, \"it did not occur to me to demand of him so\nclose a description of his movements; and I doubt whether I should\nhave been able to drag it from him.Sandra went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bathroom.The truth he will not tell, and\nhis invention is not strong enough to go into minute details.He is\nconscious of this, conscious that I should trip him up again and again\non minor points which would be fatal to him, and his cunning nature\nwarns him not to thrust his head into the trap.Sandra discarded the football.He belongs to the\nlowest order of criminals.\"Daniel moved to the kitchen.John travelled to the office.My idea was to obtain from the prisoner just such a circumstantial\naccount of his movements as I thought it likely the magistrate would\nhave extracted from him; and I felt that I had the power to succeed\nwhere theDaniel travelled to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John got the football there.I was taken into the man's cell, and left there without a word.John left the football.He was\nstill bound; his brute face was even more brute and haggard than\nbefore, his hair was matted, his eyes had a look in them of mingled\nterror and ferocity.He spoke no word, but he raised his head and\nlowered it again when the door of the cell was closed behind me.But I had to repeat the question twice\nbefore he answered me.\"Why did you not reply to me at once?\"But to this question, although\nI repeated it also twice, he made no response.\"It is useless,\" I said sternly, \"to attempt evasion with me, or to\nthink that I will be content with silence.Daniel went back to the bathroom.I have come here to obtain\na confession from you--a true confession, Pierre--and I will force it\nfrom you, if you do not give it willingly.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.\"I understand you,\" he said, keeping his face averted from me, \"but I\nwill not speak.\"\"Because you know all; because you are only playing with me; because\nyou have a design against me.\"His words astonished me, and made me more determined to carry out my\nintention.Daniel got the apple there.He had made it clear to me that there was something hidden\nin his mind, and I was resolved to get at it.John got the football there.\"What design can I have against you,\" I said, \"of which you need be\nafraid?You are in sufficient peril already, and there is no hope for\nyou.John left the football.Soon you\nwill be as dead as the man you murdered.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John moved to the bathroom.\"I did not murder him,\" was the strange reply, \"and you know it.\"John went to the office.\"You are playing the same trick upon me that you\nplayed upon your judge.Mary took the milk there.John journeyed to the garden.It was unsuccessful with him; it will be as\nunsuccessful with me.What further danger can threaten you\nthan the danger, the certain, positive danger, in which you now stand?Sandra went to the garden.Daniel grabbed the football there.\"My body is, perhaps,\" he muttered, \"but not my soul.\"Mary discarded the milk.Sandra moved to the office.\"Oh,\" I said, in a tone of contempt, \"you believe in a soul.\"Mary got the milk there.\"Yes,\" he replied, \"do not you?\"Not out of my fears, but out\nof my hopes.\"\"I have no hopes and no fears,\" he said.\"I have done wrong, but not\nthe wrong with which I am charged.\"His response to this was to hide his head closer on his breast, to\nmake an even stronger endeavour to avoid my glance.Mary moved to the garden.Then he spoke of his great and loyal sufferings during thirteen years'\nexile with his present Majesty, his return with him in the signal year\n1660; his honorable employment at home, his timely recess to recollect\nhimself, his great age, infMary left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He gave to the Trinity Corporation that land in Deptford on which are\nbuilt those almshouses for twenty-four widows of emerited seamen.He was\nborn the famous year of the Gunpowder Treason, in 1605, and being the\nlast [male] of his family, left my wife, his only daughter, heir.His\ngrandfather, Sir Richard Browne, was the great instrument under the\ngreat Earl of Leicester (favorite to Queen Elizabeth) in his government\nof the Netherland.He was Master of the Household to King James, and\nCofferer; I think was the first who regulated the compositions through\nEngland for the King's household, provisions, progresses,[49] etc.,\nwhich was so high a service, and so grateful to the whole nation, that\nhe had acknowledgments and public thanks sent him from all the counties;\nhe died by the rupture of a vein in a vehement speech he made about the\ncompositions in a Parliament of King James.By his mother's side he was\na Gunson, Treasurer of the Navy in the reigns of Henry VIII., Queen\nMary, and Queen Elizabeth, and, as by his large pedigree appears,\nrelated to divers of the English nobility.Mary grabbed the milk there.Thus ended this honorable\nperson, after so many changes and tossings to and fro, in the same house\nwhere he was born.\"Lord teach us so to number our days, that we may\napply our hearts unto wisdom!\"Daniel went back to the bathroom.[Footnote 49: Notice was taken of this in a previous passage of the\n    \"Diary.\"Sandra picked up the football there.The different counties were bound to supply provisions of\n    various kinds, and these were collected by officers called\n    purveyors, whose extortions often excited the attention of\n    Parliament.]Mary dropped the milk there.By a special clause in his will, he ordered that his body should be\nburied in the churchyard under the southeast window of the chancel,\nadjoining to the burying places of his ancestors, since they came out of\nEssex into Sayes Court, he being much offended at the novel custom of\nburying everyone within the body of the church and chancel; that being a\nfavor heretofore granted to martyrs and great persons; this excess of\nmaking churches charnel houses being of ill and irreverend example, and\nprejudicial to the health of the living, besides the continual\ndisturbance of the pavement and seats, and several other indecencies.Hall, the pious Bishop of Norwich, would also be so interred, as may\nbe read in his testament.I went to see Sir Josiah Child's prodigious cost in\nplanting walnut trees about his seat, and making fish ponds, many miles\nin circuit, in Epping Forest, in a barren spot, as oftentimes these\nsuddenly monied men for the most part seat themselves.Sandra went back to the hallway.He from a\nmerchant's apprentice, and management of the East India Company's stock,\nbeing arrived to an estate (it is said) of L200,000; and lately married\nhis daughter to the eldest son of the Duke of Beaufort, late MarquisSandra discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Houblon's, a rich and gentle French merchant, who was\nbuilding a house in the Forest, near Sir J. Child's, in a place where\nthe late Earl of Norwich dwelt some time, and which came from his lady,\nthe widow of Mr.It will be a pretty villa, about five miles from\nWhitechapel.Horneck preach at the Savoy Church,\non Phil.He was a German born, a most pathetic preacher, a person\nof a saint-like life, and hath written an excellent treatise on\nConsideration.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Whistler's, at the Physicians' College,\nwith Sir Thomas Millington, both learned men; Dr.W. the most facetious\nman in nature, and now Censor of the college.I was here consulted where\nthey should build their library; it is a pity this college is built so\nnear Newgate Prison, and in so obscure a hole, a fault in placing most\nof our public buildings and churches in the city, through the avarice of\nsome few men, and his Majesty not overruling it, when it was in his\npower after the dreadful conflagration.[Sidenote: LONDON]\n\n21st March, 1683.Sandra went back to the kitchen.John moved to the bathroom.Tenison preached at Whitehall on 1 Cor.Mary picked up the milk there.12; I\nesteem him to be one of the most profitable preachers in the Church of\nEngland, being also of a most holy conversation, very learned and\ningenious.The pains he takes and care of his parish will, I fear, wear\nhim out, which would be an inexpressible loss.John travelled to the garden.Mary dropped the milk there.Charleton's lecture on the heart in\nthe Anatomy Theater at the Physicians' College.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.To London, in order to my passing the following week,\nfor the celebration of the Easter now approaching, there being in the\nHoly Week so many eminent preachers officiating at the Court and other\nplaces.John journeyed to the bathroom.[Sidenote: LONDON]\n\n6th April, 1683.There was in the afternoon, according to\ncustom, a sermon before the King, at Whitehall; Dr.Daniel went back to the office.Sprat preached for\nthe Bishop of Rochester.Abe Lincoln, drat him, war born in\nthat ole house.\"John moved to the hallway.This then was the lowly birthplace of\nthe man whose name was in the mouths of millions.How mean, how poor it\nlooked, and yet to what a master mind it gave birth!The life of\nLincoln had possessed a peculiar fascination for Fred, and during the\npresidential campaign of the year before the picture of his birthplace\nhad been a familiar one to him.He now understood why the place looked\nso familiar.Mary got the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.John picked up the football there.It was like looking on the face of one he had carefully\nstudied in a photograph.\"Reckon you are a stranger, or you would have knowed the place?\"Mary went to the kitchen.\"Yes, I am a stranger,\" answered", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Then this is the place where the\nPresident of the United States was born?\"\"Yes, an' it war a po' day for ole Kentuck when he war born.Oughter to\nha' died, the ole Abolitioner.\"Fred smiled, \"Well,\" he said, \"I must be going.I am very much obliged\nto you for your information.\"\"Don't mention it, stranger, don't mention it.Say, that's a mighty fine\nhoss you air ridin'; look out or some of them fellers scootin' round the\ncountry will get him.Mary went to the garden.Times mighty ticklish, stranger, mighty ticklish.and he extended a huge roll of Kentucky\ntwist.\"No, thank you,\" responded Fred, and bidding the countryman good day, he\nrode away leaving him in the road staring after him, and muttering:\n\"Mighty stuck up!John picked up the milk there.Wonder if he aint one of them\nAbolitioners!\"It was the middle of the afternoon when Fred struck the railroad at a\nsmall station a few miles south of Elizabethtown.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.There was a crowd\naround the little depot, and Fred saw that they were greatly excited.Hitching his horse, he mingled with the throng, and soon learned that\nthe train from the south was overdue several hours.To add to the\nmystery, all telegraphic communication with the south had been severed.Strike the instrument as often as he might, the operator could get no\nresponse.\"It's mighty queer,\" said an intelligent looking man.\"There is mischief\nup the road of some kind.Here Louisville has been telegraphing like mad\nfor hours, and can't get a reply beyond this place.\"Here the operator came out and announced that telegraphic communication\nhad also been severed on the north.\"We are entirely cut off,\" he said.We will have\nto wait and see what's the matter, that's all.\"Just then away to the south a faint tinge of smoke was seen rising, and\nthe cry was raised that a train was coming.The excitement arose to\nfever heat, and necks were craned, and eyes strained to catch the first\nglimpse of the train.At length its low rumbling could be heard, and\nwhen at last it hove in sight, it was seen to be a very heavy one.Sandra went back to the hallway.Slowly it drew up to the station, and to the surprise of the lookers-on\nit was loaded down with soldiers.John discarded the milk.shouted the soldiers, and the crowd took up\nthe cry.It was Buckner's army from Bowling Green en route for\nLouisville by train, hoping thereby to take the place completely by\nsurprise.Telegraphic communications\nall along the line had been severed by trusty agents; the Federal\nauthorities at Louisville were resting in fancied security; the city was\nlightly guarded.John journeyed to the bedroom.John got the football there.In fancy, he heard his name\non every tongue, and heard himself called the greatest military genius\nof the country.John moved to the bathroom.When the crowd caught the full meaning of the movement,\nche", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra got the football there.They grasped the soldiers'\nhands, and bade them wipe the Yankees from the face of the earth.This was the idea of which he\nspoke to General Thomas.John journeyed to the hallway.He had an impression that General Buckner might\nattempt to do just what he was now doing.It was the hope of thwarting\nthe movement, if made, that had led Fred to make the journey.His\nimpressions had proven true; he was on the ground, but how to stop the\ntrain was now the question.He had calculated on plenty of time, that he\ncould find out when the train was due, and plan his work accordingly.John journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John went to the bedroom.In a moment or two it would be gone, and\nwith it all opportunity to stop it.Mary went back to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.If\nanything was done, it must be done quickly.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.The entire population of\nthe little village was at the depot; there was little danger of his\nbeing noticed.Dashing into a blacksmith shop he secured a sledge; then\nmounting his horse, he rode swiftly to the north.About half a mile from\nthe depot there was a curve in the track which would hide him from\nobservation.Sandra put down the football.Jumping Prince over the low fence which guarded the\nrailroad, in a few seconds he was at work with the sledge trying to\nbatter out the spikes which held a rail in position.Sandra picked up the football there.John went back to the hallway.His face was pale,\nhis teeth set.Great drops of perspiration stood\nout on his forehead, and his blows rang out like the blows of a giant.The train whistled; it was ready to start.Daniel moved to the bathroom.John grabbed the milk there.Between his strokes he could hear the clang of the bell, the\nparting cheers of the crowd.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the office.The heads of the\nspikes flew off; they were driven in and the plates smashed.One end of\na rail was loosened; it was driven in a few inches.Sandra left the football there.The deed was done,\nand none too soon.John grabbed the football there.John dropped the football.John discarded the milk there.So busy was Fred that he had not noticed that two men on horseback had\nridden up to the fence, gazed at him a moment in astonishment, then\nshouted in anger, and dismounted.Snatching a revolver from his pocket,\nFred sent a ball whistling by their ears, and yelled: \"Back!Mary went to the office.Jumping on their horses quicker than they dismounted, they galloped\ntoward the approaching train, yelling and wildly gesticulating.\"A gentleman, returning from India, brought a monkey, which he presented\nto his wife.She called it Sprite, and soon became very fond of it.Mary travelled to the garden.\"Sprite was very fond of beetles, and also of spiders, and hisSandra moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.Sandra got the milk there.\"On one occasion, he watched his opportunity, and snatching the chain,\nran off, and was soon seated on the top of a cottage, grinning and\nchattering to the assembled crowd of schoolboys, as much as to say,\n'Catch me if you can.'He got the whole town in an uproar, but finally\nleaped over every thing, dragging his chain after him, and nestled\nhimself in his own bed, where he lay with his eyes closed, his mouth\nopen, his sides ready to burst with his running.\"Another time, the little fellow got loose, but remembering his former\nexperience, only stole into the shed, where he tried his hand at\ncleaning knives.Sandra went back to the bedroom.He did not succeed very well in this, however, for the\nhandle was the part he attempted to polish, and, cutting his fingers, he\nrelinquished the sport.Daniel went back to the garden.\"Resolved not to be defeated, he next set to work to clean the shoes and\nboots, a row of which were awaiting the boy.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra travelled to the office.But Sprite, not remembering\nall the steps of the performance, first covered the entire shoe, sole\nand all, with the blacking, and then emptied the rest of the Day &\nMartin into it, nearly filling it with the precious fluid.John got the apple there.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra left the milk there.His coat was\na nice mess for some days after.Daniel went to the kitchen.\"One morning, when the servants returned to the kitchen, they found\nSprite had taken all the kitchen candlesticks out of the cupboard, and\narranged them on the fender, as he had once seen done.As soon as he\nheard the servants returning, he ran to his basket, and tried to look as\nthough nothing had happened.\"Sprite was exceedingly fond of a bath.Sandra went to the kitchen.Occasionally a bowl of water was\ngiven him, when he would cunningly try the temperature by putting in his\nfinger, after which he gradually stepped in, first one foot, then the\nother, till he was comfortably seated.Then he took the soap and rubbed\nhimself all over.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Having made a dreadful splashing all around, he jumped\nout and ran to the fire, shivering.If any body laughed at him during\nthis performance, he made threatening gestures, chattering with all his\nmight to show his displeasure, and sometimes he splashed water all over\nthem.As he was brought from a\nvery warm climate, he often suffered exceedingly, in winter, from the\ncold.John dropped the apple.\"The cooking was done by a large fire on the open hearth, and as his\nbasket, where he slept, was in one corner of the kitchen, before morning\nhe frequently awoke shivering and blue.Mary put down the football.The cook was in the habit of\nmaking the fire, and then returning to her room to finish her toilet.\"One morning, having lighted the pile of kindlings as usual, she hung on\nthe tea-kettle and went out", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the kitchen.\"Sprite thought this a fine opportunity to warm himself.He jumped from\nhis basket, ran to the hearth, and took the lid of the kettle off.Mary travelled to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.Daniel went to the hallway.Cautiously touching the water with the tip of his finger, he found it\njust the right heat for a bath, and sprang in, sitting down, leaving\nonly his head above the water.John moved to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.\"This he found exceedingly comfortable for a time; but soon the water\nbegan to grow hot.Mary travelled to the garden.He rose, but the air outside was so cold, he quickly\nsat down again.Daniel went to the hallway.John travelled to the office.He did this several times, and would, no doubt, have\nbeen boiled to death, and become a martyr to his own want of pluck and\nfirmness in action, had it not been for the timely return of the cook,\nwho, seeing him sitting there almost lifeless, seized him by the head\nand pulled him out.\"He was rolled in blankets, and laid in his basket, where he soon\nrecovered, and, it is to be hoped, learned a lesson from this hot\nexperience, not to take a bath when the water is on the fire.\"John travelled to the bedroom.When Minnie was nine years of age, she accompanied her parents to a\nmenagerie, and there, among other animals, she saw a baboon.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.She was\ngreatly excited by his curious, uncouth manoeuvres, asking twenty\nquestions about him, without giving her father time to answer.John dropped the football.Sandra travelled to the office.On their\nway home, she inquired,--\n\n\"Are baboons one kind of monkeys, father?\"\"Yes, my daughter; and a more disagreeable, disgusting animal I cannot\nconceive of.\"\"I hope you are not wishing for a baboon to add to your pets,\" added her\nmother, laughing.Mary travelled to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the apple there.\"I don't believe Jacko would get along with that great fellow at all,\"\nanswered the child.John grabbed the football there.\"But, father, will you please tell me something\nmore about the curious animals?\"The conversation was here interrupted by seeing that a carriage had\nstopped just in front of their own, and that quite a crowd had gathered\nabout some person who seemed to be hurt.Mary went back to the bathroom.John discarded the football.Minnie's sympathies were alive in an instant.John picked up the football there.She begged her father to\nget out, as possibly he might be of some use.Daniel went to the office.The driver stopped of his own accord, and inquired what had happened,\nand then they saw that it was a spaniel that was hurt.Sandra discarded the apple.Sandra grabbed the apple there.We all know, that for\nthousands of years the \"real\" God was exceedingly fond of roasted meat;\nthat He loved the savor of burningJohn put down the football.Daniel moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Christianity has a Fair Show in San Francisco\n\nThe world is also informed by these gentlemen that \"the idolatry of\nthe Chinese produces a demoralizing effect upon our American youth by\nbringing sacred things into disrespect and making religion a theme of\ndisgust and contempt.\"Sandra grabbed the football there.In San Francisco there are some three hundred\nthousand people.Sandra put down the football.Is it possible that a few Chinese can bring \"our holy\nreligion\" into disgust and contempt?In that city there are fifty times\nas many churches as joss-houses.John grabbed the apple there.Scores of sermons are uttered every\nweek; religious books and papers are plentiful as leaves in autumn, and\nsomewhat dryer; thousands of bibles are within the reach of all.Sandra went to the hallway.An Arrow from the Quiver of Satire\n\nAnd there, too, is the example of a Christian city.Why should we send\nmissionaries to China, if we cannot convert the heathen when they come\nhere?When missionaries go to a foreign land the poor benighted people\nhave to take their word for the blessings showered upon a Christian\npeople; but when the heathen come here, they can see for themselves.What was simply a story becomes a demonstrated fact.John journeyed to the hallway.They come in\ncontact with people who love their enemies.They see that in a Christian\nland men tell the truth; that they will not take advantage of strangers;\nthat they are just and patient; kind and tender; and have no prejudice\non account of color, race or religion; that they look upon mankind as\nbrethren; that they speak of God as a Universal Father, and are\nwilling to work and even to suffer, for the good, not only of their own\ncountrymen, but of the heathen as well.Mary grabbed the milk there.All this the Chinese see and\nknow, and why they still cling to the religion of their country is, to\nme, a matter of amazement.John journeyed to the garden.We Have no Religious System\n\nI take this, the earliest opportunity, to inform these gentlemen\ncomposing a majority of the committee, that we have in the United States\nno \"religious system;\" that this is a secular government.That it has\nno religious creed; that it does not believe nor disbelieve in a future\nstate of reward or punishment; that it neither affirms nor denies the\nexistence of a \"living\" God.Congress Nothing to Do with Religion\n\nCongress has nothing to do with the religion of the people.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Its members\nare not responsible to God for the opinions of their constituents, and\nit may tend to the happiness of the constituents for me to state that\nthey are in no way responsible for the religion of the members.Religion\nis an individual, not a national matter.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.And where the nation interferes\nwith the right of conscience, the liberties of the people are devoured\nby the monster Superstition.John picked up the football there.But I am astonished that four Christian statesmen, four members of\nCongress in the last quarter of the nineteenth century, who seriously\nobject to people on account of their religious convictions, should", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It is\namazing that these four gentlemen have, in the defense of the Christian\nreligion, announced the discovery that it is wholly inadequate for\nthe civilization of mankind; that the light of the cross can never\npenetrate the darkness of China; \"that all the labors of the missionary,\nthe example of the good, the exalted character of our civilization, make\nno impression upon the pagan life of the Chinese;\" and that even\nthe report of this committee will not tend to elevate, refine and\nChristianize the yellow heathen of the Pacific coast.John went back to the office.In the name\nof religion these gentlemen have denied its power and mocked at the\nenthusiasm of its founder.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel grabbed the football there.Worse than this, they have predicted for the\nChinese a future of ignorance and idolatry in this world, and, if the\n\"American system\" of religion is true, hell-fire in the next.John journeyed to the garden.Do not Trample on John Chinaman\n\nDo not trample upon these people because they have a different\nconception of things about which even this committee knows nothing.Mary went to the garden.Give them the same privilege you enjoy of making a God after their own\nfashion.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Would you be willing\nto have them remain, if one of their race, thousands of years ago, had\npretended to have seen God, and had written of him as follows: \"There\nwent up a smoke out of his nostrils, and fire out of his mouth; coals\nwere kindled by it, * * * and he rode upon a cherub and did fly.\"Why\nshould you object to these people on account of their religion?Sandra got the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the office.Your\nobjection has in it the spirit of hate and intolerance.John moved to the office.Daniel picked up the apple there.That spirit lighted the fagot, made the\nthumb-screw, put chains upon the limbs, and lashes upon the backs of\nmen.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.The same spirit bought and sold, captured and kidnapped human\nbeings; sold babes, and justified all the horrors of slavery.Be Honest with the Chinese\n\nIf you wish to drive out the Chinese, do not make a pretext of religion.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.Do not pretend that you are trying to do God a favor.Sandra dropped the milk there.Most of them perhaps come from the ranks of ambitious\nfellows who lost out in the strife for legitimate practice, but who would\nnot acknowledge failure, so launched into quackery, and became _notorious_\nif they could not become noted.Strange as it may seem, the fact that a professional man is a notorious\ngrafter abroad does not necessarily deprive him of social standing at\nhome.Daniel left the football.I have in mind a man whose smug face appears in connection with a\npage of loud and lurid literature in almost every 15-cent _Grafters\nHerald_ from Maine to California; yet this man at home was pointed to with\npride as an eminently successful man.He wore his silk hat to church", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.A Western city has an industry to which it \"points with pride,\"\nand the pictures of the huge plant appear conspicuously placed in\nillustrated boom editions of the city's enterprising papers.Mary moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the office.Mary went to the bathroom.This octopus\nreaches out its slimy tentacles to every corner of the United States,\nfeeling for poor wretches smitten by disease, real or fancied.Sandra went back to the kitchen.When once\nit gets hold of them it spews its inky fluids around them until they\n\"cough up\" their hard-earned dollars that go to perpetuate this \"pride of\nthe West.\"The most popular themes of the preacher, lecturer and magazine writer\nto-day are Honesty, Anti-graft, Tainted Money, True Success, etc.Sandra went to the office.Daniel travelled to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.You have\nheard and read them all, and have been thrilled with the stirring words\n\"An honest man is the noblest work of God.\"The preacher and the people\nthink they are sincere, and go home congratulating themselves that they\nare capable of entertaining such sentiment.Mary went back to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.When we observe their social\nlives we are led to wonder how much of that noble sentiment is only cant\nafter all.John travelled to the bedroom.The world will say that goodness is the only thing worth while,\n  But the man who's been successful is the man who gets the smile.If the \"good\" man is a failure, a fellow who is down,\n  He's a fellow \"up against it,\" and gets nothing but a frown.Mary journeyed to the hallway.The fellow who is frosted is the fellow who is down,\n  No matter how he came there, how honest he has been,\n  They find him just the same when being there's a sin.Mary moved to the garden.Mary picked up the apple there.A man is scarce insulted if you tell him he is bad,\n  To tell him he is tricky will never make him mad;\n  If you say that he's a schemer the world will say he's smart,\n  But say that he's a failure if you want to break his heart.Mary discarded the apple.If you want to be \"respected\" and \"pointed to with pride,\"\n  \"Air\" yourselves in \"autos\" when you go to take a ride;\n  No matter how you get them, with the world that \"cuts no ice,\"\n  Your neighbors know you have them and know they're new and nice.The preacher in the pulpit will tell you, with a sigh,\n  That rich men go with Dives when they come at last to die;\n  And men who've been like Lazarus, failures here on earth,\n  Will find their home in Heaven where the angels know their worth.But the preacher goes with Dives when the dinner hour comes;\n  He prefers a groaning table to grabbing after crJohn moved to the garden.Mary went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Yes; he'll take Dives' \"tainted money\" just to lighten up his load.Sandra travelled to the garden.Enough to let him travel in the little camel road.That may sound like the wail of a pessimistic knocker, but every observing\nman knows it's mostly truth.The successful man is the man who gets the\nworld's smile, and he gets the smile with little regard to the methods\nemployed to achieve his \"success.\"This deplorable social condition is largely responsible for the\nmultitudinous forms of graft that exist to-day.Mary took the football there.To \"cut any ice\" in\n\"society\" you must be somebody or keep up the appearance of being\nsomebody.Even if the world knows you are going mainly on pretensions, it\nwill \"wink the other eye\" and give you the place your pretensions claim.Sandra picked up the apple there.Most of the folk who make up \"society\" are slow to engage in stone\nslinging, for they are wise enough to consider the material of which their\nown domiciles are constructed.Daniel went to the office.Mary put down the football.To make an application of all this, let us not be too hard on the quack\nand the shyster.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.He is largely a product of our social system.Society has\nplaced temptations before him to get money, and he must keep up the\nappearances of success at any cost of honesty and independent manhood.The\npoor professional man who is a victim of that fearful disease,\nfailurephobia, in his weakness has become a slave to public opinion.He is\nmade to \"tread the mill\" daily in the monotonous round to and from his\noffice where he is serving a life sentence of solitary confinement, while\nhis wife sews or makes lace or gives music lessons to support the family.I say solitary confinement advisedly, for now a professional man is even\ndenied the solid comfort of the old-time village doctor or lawyer who\ncould sit with his cronies and fellow-loafers in the shade of the tavern\nelm, or around the grocer's stove, and maintain his professional standing\n(or rather sitting).In the large towns and cities that will not do\nto-day.If the professional man is not busy, he must _seem_ busy.Daniel got the milk there.Mary moved to the garden.A\nphysician changed his office to get a south front, as he felt he _must_\nhave sunshine, and he dared not do like Dr.Jones, get it loafing on the\nstreets.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel discarded the milk.Not that a doctor would not enjoy spending some of his long,\nlonely hours talking with his friends in the glorious sunshine, but it\nwould not do.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the kitchen.People would say: \"Doctor Blank must not get much to do now.I see him loafing on the street like old Doc Jones.Sandra discarded the apple there.I guess Doctor\nNewcomer has made a 'has been' of him, too.\"John travelled to the office.I know a young lawyer who sat in his office for two long years without", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the garden.Yet every day he passed through the street with the brisk\nwalk of one in a hurry to get back to pressing business.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.that he had to read the paper as he walked to save time to--wait!John picked up the football there.John discarded the football.Then Captain Villaire shouted: \"We have\nbeen betrayed--we must flee!\"Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bathroom.The cry came in French, and as if\nby magic the brigands disappeared into the woods behind the old\nfort; and victory was upon the side of our friends.John picked up the football there.CHAPTER XXI\n\nINTO THE HEART OF AFRICA\n\n\n\"Well, I sincerely trust we have no more such adventures.\"John journeyed to the garden.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.He was seated on an old bench in\none of the rooms of the fort, binding up a finger which had been\nbruised in the fray.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.It was two hours later, and the fight had\ncome to an end some time previous.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel moved to the garden.Nobody was seriously hurt,\nalthough Sam, Dick, and Aleck were suffering from several small\nwounds.John journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.Aleck had had his ear clipped by a bullet from Captain\nVillaire's pistol and was thankful that he had not been killed.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Baxter, the picture of misery, was a prisoner.John travelled to the bathroom.The bully's face\nwas much swollen and one eye was in deep mourning.He sat huddled\nup in a heap in a corner and wondering what punishment would be\ndealt out to him.Mary went to the bedroom.John picked up the apple there.\"I suppose they'll kill me,\" he groaned, and it\nmay be added that he thought he almost deserved that fate.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"You came just in time,\" said Dick.Daniel moved to the bathroom.\"Captain Villaire was about\nto torture us into writing letters home asking for the money he\nwanted as a ransom.Baxter put it into his head that we were very\nrich.\"\"Oh, please don't say anything more about it!\"Sandra travelled to the office.\"I--that Frenchman put up this job all on\nhis own hook.\"Daniel travelled to the kitchen.\"I don't believe it,\" came promptly from Randolph Rover.\"You met\nhim, at Boma; you cannot deny it.\"Sandra went back to the bathroom.\"So I did; but he didn't say he was going to capture you, and I--\"\n\n\"We don't care to listen to your falsehoods, Baxter,\" interrupted\nDick sternly.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Cujo had gone off to watch Captain Villaire and his party.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel moved to the office.He now\ncame back, bringing word that the brigand had taken a fallen tree\nand put out on the Congo and was drifting down the stream along\nwith several of his companions in crime.\"Him", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.\"Him had enough of\nurn fight.\"Sandra moved to the kitchen.Nevertheless the whole party remained on guard until morning,\ntheir weapons ready for instant use.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.But no alarm came, and when\nday, dawned they soon made sure that they had the entire locality\naround the old fort to themselves, the Frenchman with a broken arm\nhaving managed to crawl off and reach his friends.John went back to the office.What to do with Dan Baxter was a conundrum.Mary travelled to the garden.\"We can't take him with us, and if we leave him behind he will\nonly be up to more evil,\" said Dick.\"We ought to turn him over\nto the British authorities.\"\"No, no, don't do that,\" pleaded the tall youth.Sandra moved to the hallway.\"Let me go and\nI'll promise never to interfere with you again.\"\"Your promises are not worth the breath used in uttering them,\"\nreplied Tom.Sandra went to the garden.John went back to the kitchen.\"Baxter, a worse rascal than you could not be\nimagined.Why don't you try to turn over a new leaf?\"\"I will--if you'll only give me one more chance,\" pleaded the\nformer bully of Putnam Hall.The matter was discussed in private and it was at last decided to\nlet Baxter go, providing he would, promise to return straight to\nthe coast.\"And remember,\" said Dick, \"if we catch you following us again we\nwill shoot you on sight.\"Daniel went to the office.Sandra moved to the hallway.\"I won't follow--don't be alarmed,\" was the low answer, and then\nBaxter was released and conducted to the road running down to\nBoma.He was given the knife he had carried, but the Rovers kept\nhis pistol, that he might not be able to take a long-range shot at\nthem.Soon he was out of their sight, not to turn up again for a\nlong while to come.Daniel picked up the apple there.It was not until the heat of the day had been spent that the\nexpedition resumed its journey, after, an excellent meal made from\nthe supplies Captain Villaire's party had left behind in their\nhurried flight.Some of the remaining supplies were done up into\nbundles by Cujo, to replace those which had been lost when the\nnatives hired by Randolph Rover had deserted.\"It's queer we didn't see anything of that man and woman from the\ninn,\" remarked Dick, as they set off.Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.\"I reckon they got scared\nat the very start.\"They journeyed until long after nightfall, \"To make up for lost\ntime,\" as Mr.Daniel left the apple.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra took the football there.Rover expressed it, and so steadily did Cujo push on\nthat when a halt was called the boys were glad enough to rest.Daniel discarded the apple.They had reached a native village called Rowimu.Here Cujo was\nwell known and he readily procured good accommodations for all\nhands.The next week passed without special incident", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.said Tom, when they were\nreturning to camp from the hunt.Daniel journeyed to the garden.\"Oh, I reckon he is blasting away at game,\" laughed Sam, and Tom\nat once groaned over the attempted joke.\"Perhaps we will meet him some day--if he's in this territory,\"\nput in Dick.Mary went back to the kitchen.\"But just now I am looking for nobody but father.\"Daniel went back to the office.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Then the division: some were sent away\n   To merchants in the city; some, they say,\n   To summer palaces, beyond the walls.John moved to the hallway.But me they took straight to the Sultan's halls.Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the kitchen.Every morning I would wake and say\n   \"Ah, sisters, shall I see our Lord to-day?\"Daniel discarded the football.John went to the bathroom.The women robed me, perfumed me, and smiled;\n   \"When were his feet unfleet to pleasure, child?\"Daniel took the football there.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the office.And tales they told me of his deeds in war,\n   Of how his name was reverenced afar;\n   And, crouching closer in the lamp's faint glow,\n   They told me of his beauty, speaking low.John travelled to the hallway.the women wasted art;\n   I love you with every fibre of my heart\n   Already.John went back to the office.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.when did I _not_ love you,\n   In life, in death, when shall I not love you?Daniel got the milk there.All day long I lie\n   Watching the changes of the far-off sky\n   Behind the lattice-work of carven stone.Ah, my Lord the King,\n   How can you find it well to do this thing?Daniel discarded the milk.Come once, come only: sometimes, as I lie,\n   I doubt if I shall see you first, or die.Sandra went to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel took the apple there.Ah, could I hear your footsteps at the door\n   Hallow the lintel and caress the floor,\n   Then I might drink your beauty, satisfied,\n   Die of delight, ere you could reach my side.Daniel dropped the football.Alas, you come not, Lord: life's flame burns low,\n   Faint for a loveliness it may not know,\n   Faint for your face, Oh, come--come soon to me--\n   Lest, though you should not, Death should, set me free!Marriage Thoughts: by Morsellin Khan\n\n   _Bridegroom_\n   I give you my house and my lands, all golden with harvest;\n   My sword, my shield, and my jewels, the spoils of my strife,\n   My strength and my dreams, and aught I have gathered of glory,\n   And to-night--to-night, I shall give you my very life._Bride_", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "But through my downcast lashes, feeling your beauty,\n   I shiver and burn with pleasure beneath my veil._Younger Sisters_\n   We throw sweet perfume upon her head,\n   And delicate flowers round her bed.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Ah, would that it were our turn to wed!John travelled to the office._Mother_\n   I see my daughter, vaguely, through my tears,\n   (Ah, lost caresses of my early years!)John grabbed the apple there.Sandra took the football there.Sandra dropped the football there.I see the bridegroom, King of men in truth!Sandra took the football there.(Ah, my first lover, and my vanished youth!)_Bride_\n   Almost I dread this night.How shall I dare to clasp a thing so dear?Many have feared your name, but I your beauty.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Lord of my life, be gentle to my fear!_Younger Sisters_\n   In the softest silk is our sister dressed,\n   With silver rubies upon her breast,\n   Where a dearer treasure to-night will rest._Dancing Girls_\n   See!his hair is like silk, and his teeth are whiter\n   Than whitest of jasmin flowers.I would change my jewels against his caresses.Verily, sisters, this marriage is greatly a loss to us!_Bride_\n   Would that the music ceased and the night drew round us,\n   With solitude, shadow, and sound of closing doors,\n   So that our lips might meet and our beings mingle,\n   While mine drank deep of the essence, beloved, of yours._Passing mendicant_\n   Out of the joy of your marriage feast,\n     Oh, brothers, be good to me.John journeyed to the kitchen.The way is long and the Shrine is far,\n     Where my weary feet would be.Sandra travelled to the garden.And feasting is always somewhat sad\n     To those outside the door--\n   Still; Love is only a dream, and Life\n     Itself is hardly more!To the Unattainable:\n\n   Lament of Mahomed Akram\n\n   I would have taken Golden Stars from the sky for your necklace,\n   I would have shaken rose-leaves for your rest from all the rose-trees.But you had no need; the short sweet grass sufficed for your slumber,\n   And you took no heed of such trifles as gold or a necklace.John put down the apple.Sandra went to the hallway.There is an hour, at twilight, too heavy with memory.There is a flower that I fear, for your hair had its fragrance.I would have squandered Youth for you, and its hope and its promise,\n   Before you wandered, careless, away from my useless passion.But what is the use of my speech, since I know of no words to recall you?I am praying that Time may teach, you, your Cruelty, me, Forgetfulness.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Mahomed Akram's Appeal", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John moved to the kitchen.Broken, forlorn, upon the Desert sand\n     That sucks these tears, and utterly abased,\n   Looking across the lonely, level land,\n     With thoughts more desolate than any waste.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Planets that shine on what I so adore,\n     Now thrown, the hour is late, in careless rest,\n   Protect that sleep, which I may watch no more,\n     I, the cast out, dismissed and dispossessed.Mary moved to the garden.Far in the hillside camp, in slumber lies\n     What my worn eyes worship but never see.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.your myriad silver eyes\n     Feast on the quiet face denied to me.Loved with a love beyond all words or sense,\n     Lost with a grief beyond the saltest tear,\n   So lovely, so removed, remote, and hence\n     So doubly and so desperately dear!\"If we don't try to catch him, he'll come quicker,\" said Minnie,\ngravely.\"I know another story about a monkey--a real funny one,\" added the boy.John journeyed to the garden.Sandra left the apple.\"I don't know what his name was; but he used to sleep in the barn with\nthe cattle and horses.Sandra moved to the bedroom.I suppose monkeys are always cold here; at any\nrate, this one was; and when he saw the hostler give the horse a nice\nfeed of hay, he said to himself, 'What a comfortable bed that would make\nfor me!'\"When the man went away, he jumped into the hay and hid, and every time\nthe horse came near enough to eat, he sprang forward and bit her ears\nwith his sharp teeth.\"Of course, as the poor horse couldn't get her food, she grew very thin,\nand at last was so frightened that the hostler could scarcely get her\ninto the stall.Several times he had to whip her before she would enter\nit, and then she stood as far back as possible, trembling like a leaf.\"It was a long time before they found out what the matter was; and then\nthe monkey had to take a whipping, I guess.\"Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra dropped the milk.\"If his mother had been there, she would have whipped him,\" said Minnie,\nlaughing.The little girl then repeated what her mother had told her of the\ndiscipline among monkeys, at which he was greatly amused.All this time, they were standing at the bottom of the hay mow, and\nsupposed that Jacko was safe at the top; but the little fellow was more\ncunning than they thought.Daniel took the milk there.He found the window open near the roof, where\nhay was sometimes pitched in, and ran down into the yard as quick as\nlightning.John grabbed the football there.The first they knew of it was when John called out from the barnyard,\n\"Jacko, Jacko!Daniel went to the kitchen.It was a wearisome chase they hadDaniel went to the hallway.John discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Minnie's face was flushed with her unusual exercise, but in a few\nminutes she grew very pale, until her mother became alarmed.After a few\ndrops of lavender, however, she said she felt better, and that if Frank\nwould tell her a story she should be quite well.\"That I will,\" exclaimed the boy, eagerly.\"I know a real funny one;\nyou like funny stories--don't you?\"Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the kitchen.\"Yes, when they're true,\" answered Minnie.Daniel took the apple there.A man was hunting, and he happened to kill a\nmonkey that had a little baby on her back.Daniel put down the apple there.Daniel grabbed the apple there.The little one clung so close\nto her dead mother, that they could scarcely get it away.When they\nreached the gentleman's house, the poor creature began to cry at\nfinding itself alone.All at once it ran across the room to a block,\nwhere a wig belonging to the hunter's father was placed, and thinking\nthat was its mother, was so comforted that it lay down and went to\nsleep.\"They fed it with goat's milk, and it grew quite contented, for three\nweeks clinging to the wig with great affection.Daniel travelled to the garden.\"The gentleman had a large and valuable collection of insects, which\nwere dried upon pins, and placed in a room appropriated to such\npurposes.Mary went back to the garden.\"One day, when the monkey had become so familiar as to be a favorite\nwith all in the family, he found his way to this apartment, and made a\nhearty breakfast on the insects.\"The owner, entering when the meal was almost concluded, was greatly\nenraged, and was about to chastise the animal, who had so quickly\ndestroyed the work of years, when he saw that the act had brought its\nown punishment.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel discarded the apple.In eating the insects, the animal had swallowed the\npins, which very soon caused him such agony that he died.\"Mary went back to the kitchen.\"I don't call the last part funny at all,\" said Minnie, gravely.John moved to the garden.\"But wasn't it queer for it to think the wig was its mother?\"asked the\nboy, with a merry laugh.Daniel took the apple there.John picked up the football there.\"I don't think it could have had much sense to\ndo that.\"\"But it was only a baby monkey then, Harry.\"Lee, \"that Jacko got away from you?\"John put down the football.\"He watched his chance, aunty, and twitched the chain away from Minnie.John got the football there.Now he's done it once, he'll try the game again, I suppose, he is so\nfond of playing us tricks.\"Sandra went back to the office.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John dropped the football.And true enough, the very next morning the lady was surprised at a visit\nfrom the monkey in her chamber, where he made himself very much at home,\npulling open drawers, and turning over the contents, inMary took the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the apple there.\"Really,\" she exclaimed to her husband, \"if Jacko goes on so, I shall\nbe of cook's mind, and not wish to live in the house with him.\"Daniel went back to the bathroom.One day, Jacko observed nurse washing out some fine clothes for her\nmistress, and seemed greatly interested in the suds which she made in\nthe progress of her work.Watching his chance, he went to Mrs.Lee's room while the family were at\nbreakfast one morning, and finding some nice toilet soap on the marble\nwashstand, began to rub it on some fine lace lying on the bureau.After\na little exertion, he was delighted to find that he had a bowl full of\nnice, perfumed suds, and was chattering to himself in great glee, when\nAnn came in and spoiled his sport.\"You good for nothing, mischievous creature,\" she cried out, in sudden\nwrath, \"I'll cure you of prowling about the house in this style.\"Giving him a cuff across his head with a shoe, \"Go back to your cage,\nwhere you belong.\"\"Jacko is really getting to be very troublesome,\" remarked the lady to\nher husband.\"I can't tell how much longer my patience with him will\nlast.\"John journeyed to the garden.Daniel went back to the hallway.\"Would Minnie mourn very much if she were to lose him?\"\"I suppose she would for a time; but then she has so many pets to take\nup her attention.\"Just then the child ran in, her eyes filled with tears, exclaiming,--\n\n\"Father, does Jacko know any better?Mary moved to the bedroom.\"Because,\" she went on, \"I found him crouched down in his cage, looking\nvery sorry; and nurse says he ought to be ashamed of himself, cutting\nup such ridiculous capers.\"Daniel left the apple.\"I dare say he feels rather guilty,\" remarked Mr.\"He must be\ntaught better, or your mother will be tired of him.\"\"But you must have thought you had grounds for so tremendous an\naccusation, or your act was that of a madman.\"His brow wrinkled heavily, and his eyes assumed a very gloomy\nexpression.\"Under the pressure of\nsurprise, I have known men utter convictions no better founded than mine\nwithout running the risk of being called mad.\"Sandra took the football there.Clavering's face or form must, then, have been known to\nyou.The mere fact of seeing a strange gentleman in the hall would have\nbeen insufficient to cause you astonishment, Mr.He uneasily fingered the back of the chair before which he stood, but\nmade no reply.Sandra discarded the football there.\"Sit down,\" I again urged, this time with a touch of command in my\nvoice.\"This is a serious matter, and I intend to deal with it as it\ndeserves.You once said that if you knew anything which might serve\nto exonerate Eleanore Leavenworth from the suspicion under which she\nstands, you would be ready to impart it.\"I said that if I had ever known anything calculated to\nrelease her from her unhappy position, I would have spoken,\" he coldly", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "You know, and I know, that you are keeping something\nback; and I ask you, in her behalf, and in the cause of justice, to tell\nme what it is.\"\"You are mistaken,\" was his dogged reply.Sandra went back to the office.John moved to the bedroom.\"I have reasons, perhaps, for\ncertain conclusions I may have drawn; but my conscience will not allow\nme in cold blood to give utterance to suspicions which may not only\ndamage the reputation of an honest man, but place me in the unpleasant\nposition of an accuser without substantial foundation for my\naccusations.\"Daniel took the football there.Mary moved to the hallway.\"You occupy that position already,\" I retorted, with equal coldness.\"Nothing can make me forget that in my presence you have denounced Henry\nClavering as the murderer of Mr.Mary moved to the kitchen.Daniel left the football there.Daniel got the football there.You had better explain\nyourself, Mr.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.He gave me a short look, but moved around and took the chair.John went back to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the bedroom.\"You have\nme at a disadvantage,\" he said, in a lighter tone.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"If you choose to\nprofit by your position, and press me to disclose the little I know, I\ncan only regret the necessity under which I lie, and speak.\"\"Then you are deterred by conscientious scruples alone?\"Daniel moved to the office.Sandra went to the office.\"Yes, and by the meagreness of the facts at my command.\"Daniel grabbed the apple there.\"I will judge of the facts when I have heard them.\"Sandra went to the bathroom.He raised his eyes to mine, and I was astonished to observe a strange\neagerness in their depths; evidently his convictions were stronger\nthan his scruples.Daniel took the milk there.Raymond,\" he began, \"you are a lawyer, and\nundoubtedly a practical man; but you may know what it is to scent danger\nbefore you see it, to feel influences working in the air over and\nabout you, and yet be in ignorance of what it is that affects you so\npowerfully, till chance reveals that an enemy has been at your side, or\na friend passed your window, or the shadow of death crossed your book as\nyou read, or mingled with your breath as you slept?\"I shook my head, fascinated by the intensity of his gaze into some sort\nof response.Daniel dropped the apple.John travelled to the bedroom.\"Then you cannot understand me, or what I have suffered these last three\nweeks.\"And he drew back with an icy reserve that seemed to promise but\nlittle to my now thoroughly awakened curiosity.Daniel went back to the garden.\"I beg your pardon,\" I hastened to say; \"but the fact of my never having\nexperienced such sensations does not hinder me from comprehending the\nemotions of others more affected by spiritual influences than myself.\"\"Then you will not ridicule me if I say\nthat upon the eve of Mr.John journeyed to the bathroom.Leavenworth's murder I experienced in a dream\nall that afterwards", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.Mary put down the football.I started, looked at him in amazement, a thrill as at a ghostly presence\nrunning through me.John moved to the garden.\"My reason for denouncing the man I beheld before me in the hall of\nMiss Leavenworth's house last night?And, taking out his\nhandkerchief, he wiped his forehead, on which the perspiration was\nstanding in large drops.\"You would then intimate that the face you saw in your dream and the\nface you saw in the hall last night were the same?\"John went to the bathroom.I had gone to bed\nfeeling especially contented with myself and the world at large; for,\nthough my life is anything but a happy one,\" and he heaved a short sigh,\n\"some pleasant words had been said to me that day, and I was revelling\nin the happiness they conferred, when suddenly a chill struck my heart,\nand the darkness which a moment before had appeared to me as the abode\nof peace thrilled to the sound of a supernatural cry, and I heard my\nname, 'Trueman, Trueman, Trueman,' repeated three times in a voice I did\nnot recognize, and starting from my pillow beheld at my bedside a woman.Her face was strange to me,\" he solemnly proceeded, \"but I can give you\neach and every detail of it, as, bending above me, she stared into my\neyes with a growing terror that seemed to implore help, though her lips\nwere quiet, and only the memory of that cry echoed in my ears.\"\"Describe the face,\" I interposed.Daniel went back to the bathroom.\"It was a round, fair, lady's face.Very lovely in contour, but devoid\nof coloring; not beautiful, but winning from its childlike look of\ntrust.Mary got the football there.The hair, banded upon the low, broad forehead, was brown; the\neyes, which were very far apart, gray; the mouth, which was its most\ncharming feature, delicate of make and very expressive.There was\na dimple in the chin, but none in the cheeks.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel got the apple there.It was a face to be\nremembered.\"John went back to the garden.\"Meeting the gaze of those imploring eyes, I started up.Sandra moved to the hallway.Instantly the\nface and all vanished, and I became conscious, as we sometimes do in\ndreams, of a certain movement in the hall below, and the next instant\nthe gliding figure of a man of imposing size entered the library.I remember experiencing a certain thrill at this, half terror, half\ncuriosity, though I seemed to know, as if by intuition, what he was\ngoing to do.He tried once or twice to get up, but fell\nback again; and Chipper is sure there was nothing to eat in the cave.Mary travelled to the bathroom.I\nthought I wouldn't say anything to <DW53> or Toto last night, but would\nwait till I had told you.\"Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\"I will go\nmyself, and take care of the poor man till his leg is well.Where are\nthe", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The blind grandmother was in the kitchen, rolling out pie-crust.She\nlistened, with exclamations of pity and concern, to Cracker's account of\nthe poor old hermit, and agreed with Bruin that aid must be sent to him\nwithout delay.John went to the hallway.\"I will pack a basket at once,\" she said, \"with\nnourishing food, bandages for the broken leg, and some simple medicines;\nand Toto, you will take it to the poor man, will you not, dear?\"But Bruin said: \"No, dear Madam!John went back to the bathroom.Our Toto's heart is\nbig, but he is not strong enough to take care of a sick person.It is\nsurely best for me to go.\"\"Dear Bruin,\" she said, \"of course you\n_would_ be the best nurse on many accounts; but if the man is weak and\nnervous, I am afraid--you alarmed him once, you know, and possibly the\nsight of you, coming in suddenly, might--\"\n\n\"Speak out, Granny!\"\"You think Bruin would simply\nfrighten the man to death, or at best into a fit; and you are quite\nright.he added, turning to Bruin, who\nlooked sadly crestfallen at this throwing of cold water on the fire of\nhis kindly intentions, \"we will go together, and then the whole thing\nwill be easily managed.I will go in first, and tell the hermit all\nabout you; and then, when his mind is prepared, you can come in and make\nhim comfortable.\"The good bear brightened up at this, and gladly assented to Toto's\nproposition; and the two set out shortly after, Bruin carrying a large\nbasket of food, and Toto a small one containing medicines and bandages.John grabbed the milk there.Sandra went back to the office.Part of the food was for their own lunch, as they had a long walk before\nthem, and would not be back till long past dinner-time.They trudged\nbriskly along,--Toto whistling merrily as usual, but his companion very\ngrave and silent.asked the boy, when a couple of miles had\nbeen traversed in this manner.\"Has our account of the wedding made you\npine with envy, and wish yourself a mouse?\"replied the bear, slowly, \"oh, no!Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.I should not like to be a\nmouse, or anything of that sort.But I do wish, Toto, that I was not so\nfrightfully ugly!\"cried Toto, indignantly, \"who said you were ugly?Sandra got the apple there.Sandra dropped the apple there.What put such\nan idea into your head?\"John dropped the milk.Mary went back to the garden.\"Why, you yourself,\" said the bear, sadly.\"You said I would frighten\nthe man to death, or into a fit.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Now, one must be horribly ugly to do\nthat, you know.\"\"My _dear_ Bruin,\" cried Toto, \"it isn't because you", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went to the kitchen.But--well--you are _very_ large,\nyou know, and somewhat shaggy, if you don't mind my saying so; and you\nmust remember that most bears are very savage, disagreeable creatures.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.How is anybody who sees you for the first time to know that you are the\nbest and dearest old fellow in the world?John journeyed to the bedroom.Besides,\" he added, \"have you\nforgotten how you frightened this very hermit when he stole your honey,\nlast year?\"Bruin hung his head, and looked very sheepish.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the office.Mary moved to the hallway.John picked up the football there.\"I shouldn't roar, now,\nof course,\" he said.\"I meant to be very gentle, and just put one paw\nin, and then the end of my nose, and so get into the cave by degrees,\nyou know.\"John went to the office.Toto had his doubts as to the soothing effect which would have been\nproduced by this singular measure, but he had not the heart to say so;\nand after a pause, Bruin continued:--\n\n\"Of course, however, you and Madam were quite right,--quite right you\nwere, my boy.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.But I was wondering, just now, whether there were not\nsome way of making myself less frightful.Now, you and Madam have no\nhair on your faces,--none anywhere, in fact, except a very little on the\ntop of your head.John got the milk there.That gives you a gentle expression, you see.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the bedroom.Do you\nthink--would it be possible--would you advise me to--to--in fact, to\nshave the hair off my face?\"The excellent bear looked wistfully at Toto, to mark the effect of this\nproposition; but Toto, after struggling for some moments to preserve his\ngravity, burst into a peal of laughter, so loud and clear that it woke\nthe echoes of the forest.Bruin,\ndear, you really _must_ excuse me, but I cannot help it.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Bruin looked hurt and vexed for a moment, but it was only a moment.Toto's laughter was too contagious to be resisted; the worthy bear's\nfeatures relaxed, and the next instant he was laughing himself,--or\ncoming as near to it as a black bear can.Sandra went to the kitchen.\"I am a foolish old fellow, I suppose!\"\"We will say no more\nabout it, Toto.It sounded like a crow,\nonly it was too feeble.\"They listened, and presently the sound was heard again; and this time it\ncertainly was a faint but distinct \"Caw!\"John put down the football.and apparently at no great\ndistance from them.Mary travelled to the garden.The two companions looked about, and soon saw the\nowner of the voice perched on a stump, and croaking dismally.John put down the milk there.A more\nmiserable-looking bird", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.His feathers drooped in limp\ndisorder, and evidently had not been trimmed for days; his eyes were\nhalf-shut, and save when he opened his beak to utter a despairing \"Caw!\"Daniel took the milk there.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.he might have been mistaken for a stuffed bird,--and a badly stuffed\nbird at that.shouted Toto, in his cheery voice.\"What is the matter\nthat you look so down in the beak?\"Sandra dropped the apple there.The crow raised his head, and looked sadly at the two strangers.Daniel put down the milk there.\"I am\nsick,\" he said, \"and I can't get anything to eat for myself or my\nmaster.\"\"He is a hermit,\" replied the crow.\"He lives in a cave near by; but\nlast week he broke his leg, and has not been able to move since then.He\nhas nothing to eat, for he will not touch raw snails, and I cannot find\nanything else for him.Al-Farabi, a great performer on the lute, 57\n\n  American Indian instruments, 59, 77\n\n    \"      value of inquiry, 59\n\n    \"      trumpets, 67\n\n    \"      theories as to origin from musical instruments, 80\n\n  Arab instruments very numerous, 56\n\n  Archlute, 109, 115\n\n  Ashantee trumpet, 2\n\n  Asor explained, 19\n\n  Assyrian instruments, 16\n\n  \u201cAulos,\u201d 32\n\n\n  Bagpipe, Hebrew, 23\n\n    \"      Greek, 31\n\n    \"      Celtic, 119\n\n  Barbiton, 31, 34\n\n  Bells, Hebrew, 25\n\n    \"    Peruvian, 75\n\n    \"    and ringing, 121-123\n\n  Blasius, Saint, the manuscript, 86\n\n  Bones, traditions about them, 47\n\n    \"    made into flutes, 64\n\n  Bottles, as musical instruments, 71\n\n  Bow, see Violin\n\n  Bruce, his discovery of harps on frescoes, 11\n\n\n  Capistrum, 35\n\n  Carillon, 121, 124\n\n  Catgut, how made, 1\n\n  Chanterelle, 114\n\n  Chelys, 30\n\n  Chinese instruments, 38\n\n    \"     bells, 40\n\n    \"     drum, 44\n\n    \"     flutes, 45\n\n    \"     board of music, 80\n\n  Chorus, 99\n\n  Cimbal, or dulcimer, 5\n\n  Cithara, 86\n\n    \"   Anglican, 92\n\n  Cittern, 113\n\n  Clarion, 113\n\n  Cornu, 36\n\n  Crowd, 94\n\n  Crwth, 34, 93\n\n  Cymbals, Hebrew, 25\n\n    \"   or cymbalum, 105\n\n    \"   113", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra went to the office.John went to the bedroom.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.of Eadwine, 103\n\n\n  Pandoura, 31\n\n  Pedal, invented, 103\n\n  Persian instruments, 51\n\n    \"    harp, 51\n\n  Peruvian pipes, 65\n\n    \"   drum, 74\n\n    \"   bells, 75\n\n    \"   stringed instruments, 77\n\n    \"   songs, 78, 79\n\n  Peterborough paintings of violins, 95\n\n  Pipe, single and double, 22\n\n    \"   Mexican, 61\n\n    \"   Peruvian, 65\n\n  Plektron, 30\n\n  Poongi, Hindu, 51\n\n  Pre-historic instruments, 9\n\n  Psalterium, 35, 87, 89, 111, 113\n\n\n  Rattle of Nootka Sound, 2\n\n    \"   American Indian, 74\n\n  Rebeck, 94, 113\n\n  Recorder, 119\n\n  Regal, 103\n\n  Roman musical instruments, 34\n\n    \"   lyre, 34\n\n  Rotta, or rote, 91, 92\n\n\n  Sackbut, 101, 113\n\n  Sambuca, 35\n\n  Santir, 5, 54\n\n  S\u00eabi, the, 12\n\n  Shalm, 113\n\n  Shophar, still used by the Jews, 24\n\n  Sistrum, Hebrew, 25\n\n    \"   Roman, 37\n\n  Songs, Peruvian and Mexican, 79\n\n  Stringed instruments, 3\n\n  Syrinx, 23, 113\n\n    \"   Greek, 32\n\n    \"   Roman, 36\n\n    \"   Peruvian, 64, 81\n\n\n  Tamboura, 22, 47\n\n  Temples in China, 46\n\n  Theorbo, 109, 115\n\n  Tibia, 35\n\n  Timbrel, 113\n\n  Tintinnabulum, 106\n\n  Triangle, 106\n\n  Trigonon, 27, 30, 35\n\n  Trumpet, Assyrian, 18\n\n    \"   Hebrew, 24\n\n    \"   Greek, 32\n\n    \"   Roman, 36\n\n    \"   American Indian, 67\n\n    \"   of the Caroados, 69\n\n    \"   Mexican, 69, 82\n\n  Tympanon, 32\n\n\n  Universality of musical instruments, 1\n\n\n  Vielle, 107, 108\n\n  Vihuela, 111\n\n  Vina, Hindu, 47\n\n    \"   performer, 48\n\n  Viol, Spanish, 111, 117\n\n    \"   da gamba, 117\n\n  Violin bow invented by Hindus?John moved to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.John went to the bedroom.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra went to the garden.Mary discarded the milk.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.49\n\n     \"  Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the bathroom.John travelled to the office.John grabbed the apple there.*      *      *      *      *      *\n\n\n\n\nTranscriber's note:\n\nInconsistent punctuation and capitalization are as in the original.Sandra took the football there.Sandra dropped the football there.Sandra took the football there.Daniel moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the garden.Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.John put down the apple.Sandra went to the hallway.We knew that the infantry was hastening to our\nassistance, but unless they joined us before sunrise, our cavalry line\nwould be brushed away, and the rebels would escape after all our hard work\nto head them off from Lynchburg.About daybreak I was aroused by loud\nhurrahs, and was told that Ord's corps was coming up rapidly, and forming\nin rear of our cavalry.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John picked up the apple there.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Soon after we were in the saddle and moving\ntowards the Appomattox Court House road, where the firing was growing\nlively; but suddenly our direction was changed, and the whole cavalry\ncorps rode at a gallop to the right of our line, passing between the\nposition of the rebels and the rapidly forming masses of our infantry, who\ngreeted us with cheers and shouts of joy as we galloped along their front.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra went to the bedroom.At several places we had to \"run the gauntlet\" of fire from the enemy's\nguns posted around the Court House, but this only added to the interest\nof the scene, for we felt it to be the last expiring effort of the enemy\nto put on a bold front; we knew that we had them this time, and that at\nlast Lee's proud army of Northern Virginia was at our mercy.John put down the apple.While moving\nat almost a charging gait we were suddenly brought to a halt by reports of\na surrender.John grabbed the apple there.John left the apple there.General Sheridan and his staff rode up, and left in hot haste\nfor the Court House; but just after leaving us, they were fired into by a\nparty of rebel cavalry, who also opened fire on us, to which we promptly\nreplied, and soon put them to flight.Sandra left the football there.John journeyed to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.Our lines were then formed for a\ncharge on the rebel infantry; but while the bugles were sounding the\ncharge, an officer with a white flag rode out from the rebel lines, and we\nhalted.Sandra took the football there.John travelled to the garden.John got the milk there.It was fortunate for us that we halted when we did, for had we\ncharged we would have been swept into eternity, as directly in our front\nwas a creek, on the other side of which was a rebel brigade, entrenched,\nwith batteries in position,Mary moved to the bedroom.John moved to the kitchen.Daniel went to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "To have\ncharged this formidable array, mounted, would have resulted in almost\ntotal annihilation.Mary moved to the office.Daniel went to the garden.After we had halted, we were informed that\npreliminaries were being arranged for the surrender of Lee's whole army.At this news, cheer after cheer rent the air for a few moments, when soon\nall became as quiet as if nothing unusual had occurred.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.I rode forward\nbetween the lines with Custer and Pennington, and met several old friends\namong the rebels, who came out to see us.Among them, I remember Lee\n(Gimlet), of Virginia, and Cowan, of North Carolina.Mary went back to the garden.I saw General Cadmus\nWilcox just across the creek, walking to and fro with his eyes on the\nground, just as was his wont when he was instructor at West Point.Mary travelled to the hallway.John went to the garden.I\ncalled to him, but he paid no attention, except to glance at me in a\nhostile manner.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel went to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.While we were thus discussing the probable terms of the surrender, General\nLee, in full uniform, accompanied by one of his staff, and General\nBabcock, of General Grant's staff, rode from the Court House towards our\nlines.John took the football there.As he passed us, we all raised our caps in salute, which he\ngracefully returned.Daniel grabbed the milk there.John discarded the football.Later in the day loud and continuous cheering was heard among the rebels,\nwhich was taken up and echoed by our lines until the air was rent with\ncheers, when all as suddenly subsided.Sandra went to the kitchen.John went to the office.The surrender was a fixed fact, and\nthe rebels were overjoyed at the very liberal terms they had received.Our\nmen, without arms, approached the rebel lines, and divided their rations\nwith the half-starved foe, and engaged in quiet, friendly conversation.There was no bluster nor braggadocia,--nothing but quiet contentment that\nthe rebellion was crushed, and the war ended.In fact, many of the rebels\nseemed as much pleased as we were.Now and then one would meet a surly,\ndissatisfied look; but, as a general thing, we met smiling faces and hands\neager and ready to grasp our own, especially if they contained anything to\neat or drink.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.After the surrender, I rode over to the Court House with\nColonel Pennington and others and visited the house in which the surrender\nhad taken place, in search of some memento of the occasion.We found that\neverything had been appropriated before our arrival.Daniel moved to the garden.Daniel dropped the milk.Wilmer McLean, in\nwhose house the surrender took place, informed us that on his farm at\nManassas the first battle of Bull Run wasMary travelled to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "I asked him to write his\nname in my diary, for which, much to his surprise.Others did the same, and I was told that he thus received quite a golden\nharvest.Daniel went to the office.While all of the regiments of the division shared largely in the glories\nof these two days, none excelled the Second New York Cavalry in its record\nof great and glorious deeds.John travelled to the kitchen.Well might its officers and men carry their\nheads high, and feel elated with pride as they received the\ncongratulations and commendations showered on them from all sides.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.They\nfelt they had done their duty, and given the \"tottering giant\" a blow that\nlaid him prostrate at their feet, never, it is to be hoped, to rise again.They must be good animals, and as much as possible\nalike in colour.John picked up the apple there.At present we have only ten of these horses, many\nof which are too old and others very unruly, so that they are almost\nuseless.Besides these, 15 riding horses are required for the service\nof the Company in Colombo and Galle, as not a single good saddle\nhorse is to be found in either of these Commandements.Besides these,\n25 or 30 horses must be sent for sale to private persons by public\nauction, which I trust will fetch a good deal more than Rds.John put down the apple.25 or 35,\nas they do in Coromandel.The latter prices are the very lowest at\nwhich the animals are to be sold, and none must be sold in private,\nbut always by public auction.Sandra travelled to the office.This, I am sure, will be decidedly in the\ninterest of the Company and the fairest way of dealing.I would further\nrecommend that, as soon as possible, a stable should be built on the\nislands De Twee Gebroeders like that in Delft, or a little smaller,\nwhere the animals could be kept when captured until they are a little\ntamed, as they remain very wild for about two months.Sandra went to the bathroom.Next to this\nstable a room or small house should be built for the Netherlander to\nwhom the supervision is entrusted.At present this person, who is\nmoreover married, lives in a kind of Hottentot's lodging, which is\nvery unseemly.Daniel grabbed the milk there.The Dessave must see that the inhabitants of the island\nDelft are forbidden to cultivate cotton, and that the cotton trees now\nfound there are destroyed; because the number of horses is increasing\nrapidly.The Dessave noticed only lately that large tracts of land of\ntwo, three, and more miles are thus cultivated, in direct opposition\nto the Company's orders.It seems they are not satisfied to be allowed\nto increase the number of their cattle by thousands, all of which have\nto derive their food from the island as well as the Company's horses,\nbut they must also now cultivate cotton, which cannot be tolerated\nand must be strictly prohibited.Once the horses perished for want of\nwater; on one occasion they were shot on account of crooked legs; and\nit would be", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the hallway.The Passes of Colomboture, Catsjay, Ponneryn, Pyl, Elephant, and\nBeschutter; Point Pedro; the Water fortress, Kayts or Hammenhiel;\nAripo; Elipoecareve; and Palwerain-cattoe.Mary moved to the kitchen.No particular remarks\nare necessary with regard to these Passes and stations, except that\nI would recommend the Dessave, when he has an opportunity to visit\nthe redoubts Pyl, Elephant, and Beschutter with an expert, to see in\nwhat way they could be best connected.I think that out of all the\ndifferent proposals that of a strong and high wall would deserve\npreference, if it be possible to collect the required materials,\nas it would have to be two miles long.As to the other proposals,\nsuch as that of making a fence of palmyra trees or thorns, or to\ndig a moat, I think it would be labour in vain; but whatever is\ndone must be carried out without expense or trouble to the Company,\nin compliance with the orders from the Supreme Government of India.The instructions with regard to the water tanks must be carried\nout as far as possible.I agree with what is said here with regard to the public roads.John grabbed the football there.John discarded the football.That the elephant stalls and the churches should have been allowed\nto fall into decay speaks badly for the way in which those concerned\nhave performed their duty; and it is a cause of dissatisfaction.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra picked up the milk there.Daniel moved to the office.John took the football there.The\norders for the stalls in Manaar must also be applied for here,\nand repairs carried out as soon as possible.I have been informed\nthat there are many elephants scattered here and there far from each\nother, while only one Vidana acts as chief overseer, so that he cannot\npossibly attend to his duty properly.It has been observed that the\nelephants should have more parias or men who provide their food.John went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.These\nand other orders with regard to the animals should be carried out.Sandra put down the milk.No remarks are required with regard to this subject of thornback\nskins, Amber de gris, Carret, and elephants' tusks.John left the football.The General Paresse [80] has been held upon my orders on the last\nof July.John moved to the hallway.Three requests were made, two of which were so frivolous and\nunimportant that I need not mention them here.Sandra picked up the football there.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.The\nthird and more important one was that the duty on native cloth,\nwhich at present is 25 per cent., might be reduced.Mary moved to the bedroom.It was agreed\nthat from the 31st December it would be only 20 per cent.Mary took the apple there.Sandra went back to the hallway.I was in a\nposition to settle this matter at once, because orders had been already\nreceived from Batavia that they could be reduced to 20 per cent.,\nbut noSandra discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "As shown in the annexed Memoir, the inhabitants are not\nso badly off as they try to make us believe.Mary moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.The further instructions\nin the annexed Memoir must be observed; and although I have verbally\nordered the Onderkoopman De Bitter to have the Pattangatyns appear\nonly twice instead of twelve times a year, as being an unbearable\ninconvenience, the Dessave must see that this order is obeyed.He must\nalso make inquiries whether the work could be done by one Cannekappul,\nand, if so, Jeronimus must be discharged.Sandra moved to the office.Conclusion.--The advice in this conclusion may be useful to Your\nHonours.I confirm the list of members of the Political Council,\nto whom the rule of this Commandement in the interest of the Company\nis seriously recommended.John went to the bedroom.Reports of all transactions must be sent\nto Colombo.Mary travelled to the hallway.Sandra went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the garden.John went to the bathroom.A.--No remarks are necessary in regard to the introduction.Daniel went to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.Daniel went to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the hallway.B.--In elucidation of the document sent by us with regard to the\nopening of the harbours of the Kandyan King, as to how far the\ninstructions extend and how they are to be applied within the Company's\njurisdiction, nothing need be said here, as this will be sufficiently\nclear from our successive letters from Colombo.John got the milk there.We would only state\nthat it would seem as if Mr.Mary went to the office.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Zwaardecroon had forgotten that the\nprohibition against the clandestine export of cinnamon applies also\nto the export of elephants, and that these may not be sold either\ndirectly or indirectly by any one but the Company.Daniel grabbed the apple there.C.--It is not apparent that our people would be allowed to\npurchase areca-nut in Trincomalee on account of the opening of\nthe harbours.John put down the milk.Daniel dropped the apple.Daniel went back to the kitchen.I gave it to John Smith--gentleman, I supposed.A man--poor, yes,\nI believed him poor; but a man who at least had a right to his NAME!Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Stanley G. Fulton, spy, trickster, who makes life\nitself a masquerade for SPORT!Stanley G. Fulton,\nand--I do not wish to.\"John took the apple there.The words ended in a sound very like a sob; but\nMiss Maggie, with her head still high, turned her back and walked to\nthe window.John went back to the office.The man, apparently stunned for a moment, stood watching her, his eyes\ngrieved, dismayed, hopeless.Then, white-faced, he turned and walked\ntoward the door.With his hand almost on the knob he slowly wheeled\nabout and faced the woman again.He hesitated visibly, then in a dullJohn went back to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"Miss Maggie, before John Smith steps entirely out of your life, he\nwould like to say just this, please, not on justification, but on\nexplanation of----of Stanley G. Fulton.Mary went back to the kitchen.Fulton did not intend to be a\nspy, or a trickster, or to make life a masquerade for--sport.Mary travelled to the hallway.He was a\nlonely old man--he felt old.True, he had no\none to care for, but--he had no one to care for HIM, either.John journeyed to the bedroom.He did have a great deal of money--more than he knew what\nto do with.John moved to the garden.Oh, he tried--various ways of spending it.Daniel went to the hallway.They resulted, chiefly,\nin showing him that he wasn't--as wise as he might be in that line,\nperhaps.\"At the window Miss Maggie still stood,\nwith her back turned as before.\"The time came, finally,\" resumed the man, \"when Fulton began to wonder\nwhat would become of his millions when he was done with them.John moved to the hallway.He had a\nfeeling that he would like to will a good share of them to some of his\nown kin; but he had no nearer relatives than some cousins back East,\nin--Hillerton.\"Miss Maggie at the window drew in her breath, and held it suspended,\nletting it out slowly.\"He didn't know anything about these cousins,\" went on the man dully,\nwearily, \"and he got to wondering what they would do with the money.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.I\nthink he felt, as you said to-day that you feel, that one must know how\nto spend five dollars if one would get the best out of five thousand.Daniel went to the hallway.So Fulton felt that, before he gave a man fifteen or twenty millions,\nhe would like to know--what he would probably do with them.John travelled to the office.He had seen\nso many cases where sudden great wealth had brought--great sorrow.\"And so then he fixed up a little scheme; he would give each one of\nthese three cousins of his a hundred thousand dollars apiece, and then,\nunknown to them, he would get acquainted with them, and see which of\nthem would be likely to make the best use of those twenty millions.John travelled to the bedroom.It\nwas a silly scheme, of course,--a silly, absurd foolishness from\nbeginning to end.It--\"\n\nHe did not finish his sentence.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.John dropped the football.There was a rush of swift feet, a swish\nof skirts, then full upon him there fell a whirlwind of sobs, clinging\narms, and incoherent ejaculations.Sandra travelled to the office.\"It wasn't silly--it wasn't silly.Mary travelled to the hallway.Oh, I think it was--WONDERFUL!And\nI--I'm so ASHAMED!\"Sandra grabbed the apple there.Later--very much laterJohn grabbed the football there.Mary went back to the bathroom.John discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.\"And you consider yourself engaged to BOTH John Smith and Stanley G.John journeyed to the bedroom.\"It sounds pretty bad, but--yes,\" blushed Miss Maggie.\"And you must love Stanley G. Fulton just exactly as well--no, a little\nbetter, than you did John Smith.\"John travelled to the hallway.\"I'll--try to--if he's as lovable.\"Miss Maggie's head was at a saucy\ntilt.\"He'll try to be; but--it won't be all play, you know, for you.You've\ngot to tell him what to do with those twenty millions.By the way, what\nWILL you do with them?\"Fulton, you HAVE got--And\nI forgot all about--those twenty millions.\"They belong to\nFulton, if you please.Furthermore, CAN'T you call me anything but that\nabominable 'Mr.Mary moved to the bathroom.You might--er--abbreviate\nit to--er--' Stan,' now.\"\"Perhaps so--but I shan't,\" laughed Miss Maggie,--\"not yet.You may be\nthankful I have wits enough left to call you anything--after becoming\nengaged to two men all at once.\"\"And with having the responsibility of spending twenty millions, too.\"\"Oh, we can do so much with that money!John journeyed to the kitchen.Why, only think what is\nneeded right HERE--better milk for the babies, and a community house,\nand the streets cleaner, and a new carpet for the church, and a new\nhospital with--\"\n\n\"But, see here, aren't you going to spend some of that money on\nyourself?\"Mary picked up the football there.I'm going to Egypt, and China, and\nJapan--with you, of course; and books--oh, you never saw such a lot of\nbooks as I shall buy.And--oh, I'll spend heaps on just my selfish\nself--you see if I don't!Mary left the football.But, first,--oh, there are so many things\nthat I've so wanted to do, and it's just come over me this minute that\nNOW I can do them!\"Oh, I see,\" said Piney archly.\"It'll be just about the time when the\nnew engineer of the mill works has a clean shirt on, and is smoking his\ncigyar before the office.\"\"Much anybody cares whether he's\nthere or not!I haven't forgotten how he showed us over the mill the\nother day in a pair of overalls, just like a workman.\"Mary picked up the football there.\"But they say he's awfully smart and well educated, and needn't work,\nand I'm sure it's very nice of him to dress just like the other men when\nhe's with 'em,\" urged Piney.That was just to show that he didn't care what we thought of him,\nhe's that conceited!Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.And it wasn't respectful, considering one of the\ndirectors was there, all dressed up.John took the milk there.You can seeJohn discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the garden.The engineer had seemed to her to be a singularly\nattractive young man, yet she was equally impressed with Cissy's\nsuperior condition, which could find flaws in such perfection.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Following\nher friend down the steps of the veranda, they passed into the staring\ngraveled walk of the new garden, only recently recovered from the wild\nwood, its accurate diamond and heart shaped beds of vivid green set\nin white quartz borders giving it the appearance of elaborately iced\nconfectionery.John moved to the office.A few steps further brought them to the road and the\nwooden \"sidewalk\" to Main Street, which carried civic improvements\nto the hillside, and Mr.Turning down this\nthoroughfare, they stopped laughing, and otherwise assumed a conscious\nhalf artificial air; for it was the hour when Canada City lounged\nlistlessly before its shops, its saloons, its offices and mills, or even\nheld lazy meetings in the dust of the roadway, and the passage down the\nprincipal street of its two prettiest girls was an event to be viewed as\nif it were a civic procession.Hats flew off as they passed; place was\nfreely given; impeding barrels and sacks were removed from the wooden\npavement, and preoccupied indwellers hastily summoned to the front door\nto do homage to Cissy Trixit and Piney as they went by.Mary moved to the office.Not but that\nCanada City, in the fierce and unregenerate days of its youth, had\nseen fairer and higher <DW52> faces, more gayly bedizened, on its\nthoroughfares, but never anything so fresh and innocent.Men stood\nthere all unconsciously, reverencing their absent mothers, sisters, and\ndaughters, in their spontaneous homage to the pair, and seemed to feel\nthe wholesome breath of their Eastern homes wafted from the freshly\nironed skirts of these foolish virgins as they rustled by.I am afraid\nthat neither Cissy nor Piney appreciated this feeling; few women did at\nthat time; indeed, these young ladies assumed a slight air of hauteur.Mary picked up the milk there.\"Really, they do stare so,\" said Cissy, with eyes dilating with\npleasurable emotion; \"we'll have to take the back street next time!\"Piney, proud in the glory reflected from Cissy, and in her own,\nanswered, \"We will--sure!\"Mary took the apple there.There was only one interruption to this triumphal progress, and that was\nso slight as to be noticed by only one of the two girls.John went back to the garden.As they passed\nthe new works at the mill, the new engineer, as Piney had foreseen, was\nleaning against the doorpost, smoking a pipe.Daniel took the football there.He took his hat from his\nhead and his pipe from his month as they approached, and greeted them\nwith an easy \"Good-afternoon,\" yet with a glance that was quietly\nobservant and tolerantly critical.Mary went back to the kitchen.said Cissy, when they had passed, \"didnDaniel put down the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John moved to the office.Did you\never see such conceit in your born days?I hope you did not look at\nhim.\"Piney, conscious of having done so, and of having blushed under his\nscrutiny, nevertheless stoutly asserted that she had merely looked at\nhim \"to see who it was.\"Sandra journeyed to the hallway.John went back to the bathroom.But Cissy was placated by passing the Secamps'\ncottage, from whose window the three strapping daughters of John\nSecamp, lately an emigrant from Missouri, were, as Cissy had surmised,\nlightening the household duties by gazing at the--to them--unwonted\nwonders of the street.Whether their complexions, still bearing traces\nof the alkali dust and inefficient nourishment of the plains, took a\nmore yellow tone from the spectacle of Cissy's hat, I cannot say.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Cissy\nthought they did; perhaps Piney was nearer the truth when she suggested\nthat they were only \"looking\" to enable them to make a home-made copy of\nthe hat next week.Their progress forward and through the outskirts of the town was of\nthe same triumphal character.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the office.Sandra went to the garden.Teamsters withheld their oaths and their\nuplifted whips as the two girls passed by; weary miners, toiling in\nditches, looked up with a pleasure that was half reminiscent of their\npast; younger skylarkers stopped in their horse-play with half smiling,\nhalf apologetic faces; more ambitious riders on the highway urged their\nhorses to greater speed under the girls' inspiring eyes, and \"Vaquero\nBilly,\" charging them, full tilt, brought up his mustang on its haunches\nand rigid forelegs, with a sweeping bow of his sombrero, within a foot\nof their artfully simulated terror!In this way they at last reached the\nclearing in the forest, the church with its ostentatious spire, and the\nReverend Mr.Sandra grabbed the milk there.John went to the hallway.Windibrook's dwelling, otherwise humorously known as \"The\nPastorage,\" where Cissy intended to call.Windibrook had been selected by his ecclesiastical\nsuperiors to minister to the spiritual wants of Canada City as being\nwhat was called a \"hearty\" man.Certainly, if considerable lung\ncapacity, absence of reserve, and power of handshaking and back slapping\nwere necessary to the redemption of Canada City, Mr.Mary took the apple there.Windibrook's\nministration would have been successful.Mary left the apple.But, singularly enough, the\nrude miner was apt to resent this familiarity, and it is recorded that\nIsaac Wood, otherwise known as \"Grizzly Woods,\" once responded to a\ncheerful back slap from the reverend gentleman by an ostentatiously\nfriendly hug which nearly dislocated the parson's ribs.Sandra put down the milk.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Daniel got the milk there.WindibrookMary went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "In little more than a month the long vacation\nwould be over.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Tom and Josie were to go to Boston to school; Bell to\nVergennes.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"There'll never be another summer quite like it!\"\"I can't bear to think of its being over.\"John moved to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.\"It isn't--yet,\" Pauline answered.John travelled to the garden.\"Tom's coming,\" Patience heralded from the gate, and Hilary ran indoors\nfor hat and camera.Mary dropped the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Pauline asked, as her sister came\nout again.John journeyed to the bathroom.\"Out by the Cross-roads' Meeting-House,\" Tom answered.\"Hilary has\ndesigns on it, I believe.\"\"You'd better come, too, Paul,\" Hilary urged.\"It's a glorious morning\nfor a walk.\"\"I'm going to help mother cut out; perhaps I'll come to meet you with\nBedelia 'long towards noon.Daniel went back to the office.\"_I'm_ not going to be busy this morning,\" Patience insinuated.\"Oh, yes you are, young lady,\" Pauline told her.John moved to the hallway.\"Mother said you were\nto weed the aster bed.\"Mary got the milk there.Patience looked longingly after the two starting gayly off down the\npath, their cameras swung over their shoulders, then she looked\ndisgustedly at the aster bed.It was quite the biggest of the smaller\nbeds.--She didn't see what people wanted to plant so many asters for;\nshe had never cared much for asters, she felt she should care even less\nabout them in the future.Daniel took the apple there.By the time Tom and Hilary reached the old Cross-Roads' Meeting-House\nthat morning, after a long roundabout ramble, Hilary, for one, was\nquite willing to sit down and wait for Pauline and the trap, and eat\nthe great, juicy blackberries Tom gathered for her from the bushes\nalong the road.It had rained during the night and the air was crisp and fresh, with a\nhint of the coming fall.John picked up the football there.\"Summer's surely on the down grade,\" Tom\nsaid, throwing himself on the bank beside Hilary.\"So Paul and I were lamenting this morning.I don't suppose it matters\nas much to you folks who are going off to school.\"Mary went to the kitchen.Mary dropped the milk.\"Still it means another summer over,\" Tom said soberly.He was rather\nsorry that it was so--there could never be another summer quite so\njolly and carefree.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John journeyed to the office.\"And the breaking up of the club, I suppose?\"\"I don't see why we need call it a break--just a discontinuance, for a\ntime.\"There'll be a lot of you left, to keep it going.\"Daniel went to the garden.Mary picked up the milk there.Mary left the milk.\"Y-yes, but with three, or perhaps more, out, I reckon we", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Tom went off then for more berries, and Hilary sat leaning back against\nthe trunk of the big tree crowning the top of Meeting-House Hill, her\neyes rather thoughtful.From where she sat, she had a full view of\nboth roads for some distance and, just beyond, the little hamlet\nscattered about the old meeting-house.Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the office.Before the gate of one of the houses stood a familiar gig, and\npresently, as she sat watching, Dr.Brice came down the narrow\nflower-bordered path, followed by a woman.At the gate both stopped;\nthe woman was saying something, her anxious, drawn face seeming out of\nkeeping with the cheery freshness of the morning and the flowers\nnodding their bright heads about her.As the doctor stood listening, his old shabby medicine case in his\nhand, with face bent to the troubled one raised to his, and bearing\nindicating grave sympathy and understanding, Hilary reached for her\ncamera.Mary moved to the hallway.\"I want it for the book Josie and I are making for you to take away\nwith you, 'Winton Snap-shots.'Tom looked at the gig, moving slowly off down the road now.He hated\nto say so, but he wished Hilary would not put that particular snap-shot\nin.John went to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the bathroom.He had a foreboding that it was going to make him a bit\nuncomfortable--later--when the time for decision came; though, as for\nthat, he had already decided--beyond thought of change.Daniel moved to the kitchen.He wished that\nthe pater hadn't set his heart on his coming back here to practice--and\nhe wished, too, that Hilary hadn't taken that photo.\"It's past twelve,\" Tom glanced at the sun.Sandra moved to the kitchen.John grabbed the football there.\"Maybe we'd better walk on\na bit.\"But they had walked a considerable bit, all the way to the parsonage,\nin fact, before they saw anything of Pauline.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.John discarded the football.There, she met them at\nthe gate.John grabbed the football there.John went back to the bedroom.\"Have you seen any trace of Patience--and Bedelia?\"\"They're both missing, and it's pretty safe guessing they're together.\"\"But Patience would never dare--\"\n\n\"Wouldn't she!\"Sandra went to the office.\"Jim brought Bedelia 'round about\neleven and when I came out a few moments later, she was gone and so was\nPatience.We traced them as far as the\nLake road.\"Mary moved to the garden.\"I'll go hunt, too,\" Tom offered.Daniel went to the bathroom.\"Don't you worry, Paul; she'll turn\nup all right--couldn't down the Imp, if you tried.\"John moved to the office.\"But she's never driven Bedelia alone; and Bedelia's not Fanny.\"Mary picked up the milk there.However, half an hour later,Sandra got the apple there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "she announced, smiling pleasantly from\nher high seat, at the worried, indignant group on the porch.\"I tell\nyou, there isn't any need to 'hi-yi' this horse!\"Mary went back to the bathroom.\"Did you ever hear the beat of that!\"Shaw said, and Patience climbed obediently\ndown.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary went back to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.She bore the prompt banishment to her own room which followed,\nwith seeming indifference.By the way, I was reminded of you not long since.\"\"I saw your child in Union Square, in New York.\"Daniel journeyed to the hallway.\"Are you sure it was my\nchild?\"\"Of course; I used to see it often, you know.John took the milk there.\"Don't _you_ know where she lives?\"\"No; her aunt is keeping the child from me.She was with a middle-aged lady, who evidently\nwas suspicious of me, for she did not bring out the child but once more,\nand was clearly anxious when I took notice of her.\"\"She was acting according to instructions, no doubt.\"\"So do I. Why do they keep _you_ away from her?\"Mary picked up the apple there.\"Because she has money, and they wish to keep it in their hands,\" said\nHartley, plausibly.She is living\nhere in London, doubtless on my little girl's fortune.\"John Hartley knew that this was not true, for Mrs.Vernon was a rich\nwoman; but it suited his purpose to say so, and the statement was\nbelieved by his acquaintance.\"This is bad treatment, Hartley,\" he said, in a tone of sympathy.\"What are you going to do about it?\"\"Try to find out where the child is placed, and get possession of her.\"This information John Hartley felt to be of value.It narrowed his\nsearch, and made success much less difficult.In order to obtain more definite information, he lay in wait for Mrs.Margaret at first repulsed him, but a sovereign judiciously slipped into\nher hand convinced her that Hartley was quite the gentleman, and he had\nno difficulty, by the promise of a future douceur, in obtaining her\nco-operation.\"If it's no harm you mean my\nmissus----\"\n\n\"Certainly not, but she is keeping my child from me.You can understand\na father's wish to see his child, my dear girl.\"John journeyed to the hallway.\"Indeed, I think it's cruel to keep her from you, sir.\"\"Then look over your mistress' papers and try to obtain the street and\nnumber where she is boarding in New York.Sandra went to the office.\"Of course you have, sir,\" said the girl, readily.John journeyed to the garden.So it came about that the girl obtained Dan's address, and communicated\nit to John Hartley.As soon as possible afterward Hartley sailed for New York.\"I'll secure the child,\" he said to himself, exultingly, \"and then my\nsweet sister-in-law must pay roundly for her if she wants her back.\"All which attested the devoted love of John Hartley for his", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John moved to the hallway.ALTHEA'S ABDUCTION.Arrived in New York, John Hartley lost no time in ascertaining where Dan\nand his mother lived.Sandra went to the office.In order the better to watch without incurring\nsuspicion, he engaged by the week a room in a house opposite, which,\nluckily for his purpose, happened to be for rent.It was a front window,\nand furnished him with a post of observation from which he could see who\nwent in and out of the house opposite.Hartley soon learned that it would not be so easy as he had anticipated\nto gain possession of the little girl.She never went out alone, but\nalways accompanied either by Dan or his mother.If, now, Althea were attending school, there\nwould be an opportunity to kidnap her.As it was, he was at his wits'\nend.Mordaunt chanced to need some small\narticle necessary to the work upon which she was engaged.She might\nindeed wait until the next day, but she was repairing a vest of Dan's,\nwhich he would need to wear in the morning, and she did not like to\ndisappoint him.Daniel went to the bathroom.\"My child,\" she said, \"I find I must go out a little while.\"\"I want to buy some braid to bind Dan's vest.He will want to wear it in\nthe morning.\"\"May I go with you, mamma?\"You can be reading your picture-book till I come back.John journeyed to the kitchen.Mordaunt put on her street dress, and left the house in the\ndirection of Eighth avenue, where there was a cheap store at which she\noften traded.Sandra took the apple there.No sooner did Hartley see her leave the house, as he could readily do,\nfor the night was light, than he hurried to Union Square, scarcely five\nminutes distant, and hailed a cab-driver.Sandra took the football there.\"Do you want a job, my man?\"\"There is nothing wrong, sir, I hope.\"My child has been kidnapped during my absence in Europe.\"She is in the custody of some designing persons, who keep possession\nof her on account of a fortune which she is to inherit.She does not\nknow me to be her father, we have been so long separated; but I feel\nanxious to take her away from her treacherous guardians.\"I've got a little girl of my own, and I understand\nyour feelings.Sandra left the football.Fifteen minutes afterward the cab drew\nup before Mrs.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Brown's door, and Hartley, springing from it, rang the\nbell.Brown was out, and a servant answered the\nbell.\"A lady lives here with a little girl,\" he said, quickly.\"Precisely; and the little girl is named Althea.\"John went back to the bedroom.Mordaunt has been run over by a street-car, and been carried into\nmy house.She wishes the little girl to come at once to her.\"\"I am afraid her leg is broken; but I can't wait.Sandra dropped the apple there.Will you bring the\nlittle girl down at once", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Nancy went up stairs two steps at a time, and broke into Mrs.\"Put on your hat at once, Miss Althea,\" she said.\"But she said she was coming right back.\"\"She's hurt, and she can't come, and she has sent for you.John picked up the football there.\"But how shall I know where to go, Nancy?\"\"There's a kind gentleman at the door with a carriage.Your ma has been\ntaken to his home.\"\"Thirty shillings for twal veesits, and him no mair than seeven mile\nawa, an' a'm telt there werena mair than four at nicht.\"Ye 'ill hae the sympathy o' the Glen, for a' body kens yir as free wi'\nyir siller as yir tracts.\"Wes't 'Beware o' gude warks' ye offered him?Man, ye choose it weel,\nfor he's been colleckin' sae mony thae forty years, a'm feared for him.\"A've often thocht oor doctor's little better than the Gude Samaritan,\nan' the Pharisees didna think muckle o' his chance aither in this warld\nor that which is tae come.\"Irish members and Radicals opposite\nhave sworn to have blood of the Peers.John discarded the football.SAGE OF QUEEN ANNE'S GATE is\ntaking the waters elsewhere.Sat up\nall last night, the Radicals trying to get at the Lords by the kitchen\nentrance; SQUIRE withstanding them till four o'clock in the morning.Education Vote on, involving expenditure of six\nmillions and welfare of innumerable children.Afterwards the Post Office\nVote, upon which the Postmaster-General, ST.John took the football there.ARNOLD-LE-GRAND, endeavours\nto reply to HENNIKER-HEATON without betraying consciousness of bodily\nexistence of such a person.Mary went back to the kitchen.These matters of great and abiding interest;\nbut only few members present to discuss them.The rest waiting outside\ntill the lists are cleared and battle rages once more round citadel of\nthe Lords sullenly sentineled by detachment from the Treasury Bench.Sandra moved to the garden.John went to the hallway.When engagement reopened SQUIRE gone for his holiday trip, postponed by\nthe all-night sitting, JOHN MORLEY on guard.Breaks force of assault by\nprotest that the time is inopportune.By-and-by the Lords shall be\nhanded over to tender mercies of gentlemen below gangway.Not just now,\nand not in this particular way.CHIEF SECRETARY remembers famous case of\nabsentee landlord not to be intimidated by the shooting of his agent.So\nLords, he urges, not to be properly punished for throwing out Evicted\nTenants Bill by having the salaries of the charwomen docked, and BLACK\nROD turned out to beg his bread.Radicals at least not to be denied satisfaction of division.Salaries\nof House of Lords staff secured for another year by narrow majority\nof 31._Wednesday._--The SQUIRE OF M", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Carries with him consciousness of having done supremely well\namid difficulties of peculiar complication.Sandra journeyed to the garden.As JOSEPH in flush of\nunexpected and still unexplained frankness testified, the Session will\nin its accomplished work beat the record of any in modern times.The\nSQUIRE been admirably backed by a rare team of colleagues; but in House\nof Commons everything depends on the Leader.John journeyed to the kitchen.John grabbed the apple there.Had the Session been a\nfailure, upon his head would have fallen obloquy.As it has been a\nsuccess, his be the praise.\"Well, good bye,\" said JOHN MORLEY, tears standing in his tender eyes as\nhe wrung the hand of the almost Lost Leader.\"But you know it's not all\nover yet.What shall we do if WEIR comes\nup on Second Reading?\"\"Oh, dam WEIR,\" said the SQUIRE.For a moment thought a usually\nequable temper had been ruffled by the almost continuous work of twenty\nmonths, culminating in an all-night sitting.Sandra moved to the bathroom.On reflection he saw that\nthe SQUIRE was merely adapting an engineering phrase, describing a\nproceeding common enough on river courses.The only point on which\nremark open to criticism is that it is tautological.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen._Business done._--Appropriation Bill brought in._Thursday._--GEORGE NEWNES looked in just now; much the same as ever;\nthe same preoccupied, almost pensive look; a mind weighed down by\never-multiplying circulation.Mary took the football there.Troubled with consideration of proposal\nmade to him to publish special edition of _Strand Magazine_ in tongue\nunderstanded of the majority of the peoples of India.Has conquered\nthe English-speaking race from Chatham to Chattanooga, from Southampton\nto Sydney.John journeyed to the bathroom.The poor Indian brings his annas, and begs a boon.Sandra travelled to the office.Meanwhile one of the candidates for vacant Poet Laureateship has broken\nout into elegiac verse.\"NEWNES,\" he exclaims,\n\n  \"NEWNES, noble hearted, shine, for ever shine;\n  Though not of royal, yet of hallowed line.\"That sort of thing would make some men vain.There is no couplet to\nparallel it since the famous one written by POPE on a place frequented\nby a Sovereign whose death is notorious, a place where\n\n  Great ANNA, whom three realms obey,\n  Did sometimes counsel take and sometimes tea.The poet, whose volume bears the proudly humble pseudonym \"A Village\nPeasant,\" should look in at the House of Commons and continue his\nstudies.Daniel travelled to the office.There are a good many of us here worth a poet's attention.SARK\nsays the thing is easy enough.\"Toss 'em off in no time,\" says he.\"There's the SQUIRE now, who has not lately referred to his Plantagenet\nparentage.Mary moved to the garden.Apostrophising him in Committee on Evicted Tenants Bill one\nmight have said:--\n\n  SQUIRE, noble hearted, shine", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "_Business done._--Appropriation Bill read second time.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sir WILFRID LAWSON and others said \"Dam.\"Daniel travelled to the office.Mary moved to the hallway._Saturday._--Appropriation Bill read third time this morning.John went to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Prorogation served with five o'clock tea.John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the kitchen.said one of the House of Commons waiters loitering at the\ngateway of Palace Yard and replying to inquiring visitor from the\ncountry.John grabbed the football there.[Illustration: THE IMPERIAL SHEFFIELD NINE-PIN.*       *       *       *       *\n\nTO DOROTHY.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.(_My Four-year-old Sweetheart._)\n\n  To make sweet hay I was amazed to find\n    You absolutely did not know the way,\n  Though when you did, it seemed much to your mind\n                  To make sweet hay.John discarded the football.John grabbed the football there.You were kind\n  Enough to answer, \"Why, _of course_, you may.\"John went back to the bedroom.I kissed your pretty face with hay entwined,\n  We made sweet hay.Sandra went to the office.Mary moved to the garden.But what will Mother say\n    If in a dozen years we're still inclined\n                  To make sweet hay?*       *       *       *       *\n\n[Transcriber's Note:\n\nAlternative spellings retained.Daniel went to the bathroom.John moved to the office.\"The lady was there, my lord,\" replied Ramorny; \"I have sure advice that\nshe is gone to meet her father.\"Mary picked up the milk there.or perhaps to beg him to spare\nme, providing I come on my knees to her bed, as pilgrims say the emirs\nand amirals upon whom a Saracen soldan bestows a daughter in marriage\nare bound to do?Ramorny, I will act by the Douglas's own saying, 'It\nis better to hear the lark sing than the mouse squeak.'I will keep both\nfoot and hand from fetters.\"Sandra got the apple there.\"No place fitter than Falkland,\" replied Ramorny.\"I have enough of good\nyeomen to keep the place; and should your Highness wish to leave it, a\nbrief ride reaches the sea in three directions.\"Neither mirth, music,\nnor maidens--ha!\"Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the office.\"Pardon me, noble Duke; but, though the Lady Marjory Douglas be\ndeparted, like an errant dame in romance, to implore succour of her\ndoughtySandra left the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Your Highness has not forgotten the Fair Maid of Perth?\"Daniel journeyed to the garden.\"Forget the prettiest wench in Scotland!No--any more than thou hast\nforgotten the hand that thou hadst in the Curfew Street onslaught on St.Mary went back to the kitchen.Your Highness would say, the hand that I lost.As\ncertain as I shall never regain it, Catharine Glover is, or will soon\nbe, at Falkland.Daniel went back to the office.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.I will not flatter your Highness by saying she\nexpects to meet you; in truth, she proposes to place herself under the\nprotection of the Lady Marjory.\"\"The little traitress,\" said the Prince--\"she too to turn against me?\"I trust your Grace will make her penance a gentle one,\" replied the\nknight.John moved to the hallway.\"Faith, I would have been her father confessor long ago, but I have ever\nfound her coy.\"Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the kitchen.\"Opportunity was lacking, my lord,\" replied Ramorny; \"and time presses\neven now.\"Daniel discarded the football.John went to the bathroom.\"Nay, I am but too apt for a frolic; but my father--\"\n\n\"He is personally safe,\" said Ramorny, \"and as much at freedom as ever\nhe can be; while your Highness--\"\n\n\"Must brook fetters, conjugal or literal--I know it.Daniel took the football there.Yonder comes\nDouglas, with his daughter in his hand, as haughty and as harsh featured\nas himself, bating touches of age.\"\"And at Falkland sits in solitude the fairest wench in Scotland,\" said\nRamorny.John travelled to the kitchen.\"Here is penance and restraint, yonder is joy and freedom.\"\"Thou hast prevailed, most sage counsellor,\" replied Rothsay; \"but mark\nyou, it shall be the last of my frolics.\"Mary travelled to the office.\"I trust so,\" replied Ramorny; \"for, when at liberty, you may make a\ngood accommodation with your royal father.\"John travelled to the hallway.\"I will write to him, Ramorny.John went back to the office.No, I cannot\nput my thoughts in words--do thou write.\"\"Your Royal Highness forgets,\" said Ramorny, pointing to his mutilated\narm.\"So please your Highness,\" answered his counsellor, \"if you would use\nthe hand of the mediciner, Dwining--he writes like a clerk.\"\"Hath he a hint of the circumstances?Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"Fully,\" said Ramorny; and, stepping to the window, he called Dwining\nfrom the boat.Daniel got the milk there.He entered the presence of the Prince of Scotland, creeping as if he\ntrode upon eggs, with downcast eyes, and a frame that seemed shrunk up\nby a sense of awe produced by the occasion.Daniel discarded the milk.I will make trial of you;Sandra went to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Dwining sat down, and in a few minutes wrote a letter, which he handed\nto Sir John Ramorny.Daniel went back to the garden.\"Why, the devil has aided thee, Dwining,\" said the knight.'Respected father and liege sovereign--Know that important\nconsiderations induce me to take my departure from this your court,\npurposing to make my abode at Falkland, both as the seat of my dearest\nuncle Albany, with whom I know your Majesty would desire me to use all\nfamiliarity, and as the residence of one from whom I have been too\nlong estranged, and with whom I haste to exchange vows of the closest\naffection from henceforward.'\"The Duke of Rothsay and Ramorny laughed aloud; and the physician,\nwho had listened to his own scroll as if it were a sentence of death,\nencouraged by their applause, raised his eyes, uttered faintly his\nchuckling note of \"He!and was again grave and silent, as if afraid\nhe had transgressed the bounds of reverent respect.The old man will apply\nall this to the Duchess, as they call her, of Rothsay.Mary went to the garden.Dwining, thou\nshouldst be a secretis to his Holiness the Pope, who sometimes, it is\nsaid, wants a scribe that can make one word record two meanings.Sandra journeyed to the garden.I will\nsubscribe it, and have the praise of the device.\"Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"And now, my lord,\" said Ramorny, sealing the letter and leaving it\nbehind, \"will you not to boat?\"\"Not till my chamberlain attends with some clothes and necessaries, and\nyou may call my sewer also.\"\"My lord,\" said Ramorny, \"time presses, and preparation will but excite\nsuspicion.Your officers will follow with the mails tomorrow.Sandra got the milk there.Mary travelled to the office.For\ntonight, I trust my poor service may suffice to wait on you at table and\nchamber.\"\"Nay, this time it is thou who forgets,\" said the Prince, touching the\nwounded arm with his walking rod.\"Recollect, man, thou canst neither\ncarve a capon nor tie a point--a goodly sewer or valet of the mouth!\"\"Yes--and you must try and find out her address also--from her humpbacked\nsister, if possible--for it is very important.Women of her feather\nchange their nests like birds, and we have lost track of her.\"Mary took the apple there.\"Make yourself easy; I will do my best with Hump, to learn where her\nsister hangs out.\"\"And, to give you steam, I'll wait for you at the tavern opposite the\nCloister, and we'll have a go of hot wine on your return.\"Mary left the apple.\"I'll not refuse, for the night is deucedly cold.\"Sandra discarded the milk there.This morning the water friz on my sprinkling-brush,\nand I turned as stiff as a mummy in my chair at the church-door.Sandra moved to the bathroom.a distributor of holy water is not always upon", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the kitchen.\"Luckily, you have the pickings--\"\n\n\"Well, well--good luck to you!Daniel moved to the hallway.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Don't forget the Fiver, the little passage\nnext to the dyer's shop.\"Daniel moved to the bedroom.One proceeded to the Cloister Square; the other towards the further end\nof the street, where it led into the Rue Saint-Merry.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.This latter soon\nfound the number of the house he sought--a tall, narrow building, having,\nlike all the other houses in the street, a poor and wretched appearance.When he saw he was right, the man commenced walking backwards and\nforwards in front of the door of No.Daniel moved to the kitchen.If the exterior of these buildings was uninviting, the gloom and squalor\nof the interior cannot be described.5 was, in a special\ndegree, dirty and dilapidated.The water, which oozed from the wall,\ntrickled down the dark and filthy staircase.Daniel went to the office.On the second floor, a wisp\nof straw had been laid on the narrow landing-place, for wiping the feet\non; but this straw, being now quite rotten, only served to augment the\nsickening odor, which arose from want of air, from damp, and from the\nputrid exhalations of the drains.John journeyed to the office.The few openings, cut at rare intervals\nin the walls of the staircase, could hardly admit more than some faint\nrays of glimmering light.In this quarter, one of the most populous in Paris, such houses as these,\npoor, cheerless, and unhealthy, are generally inhabited by the working\nclasses.John moved to the garden.Daniel grabbed the milk there.A dyer occupied the\nground floor; the deleterious vapors arising from his vats added to the\nstench of the whole building.On the upper stories, several artisans\nlodged with their families, or carried on their different trades.Up four\nflights of stairs was the lodging of Frances Baudoin, wife of Dagobert.John moved to the kitchen.It consisted of one room, with a closet adjoining, and was now lighted by\na single candle.John moved to the garden.Agricola occupied a garret in the roof.Daniel took the football there.Old grayish paper, broken here and there by the cracks covered the crazy\nwall, against which rested the bed; scanty curtains, running upon an iron\nrod, concealed the windows; the brick floor, not polished, but often\nwashed, had preserved its natural color.Mary went back to the kitchen.At one end of this room was a\nround iron stove, with a large pot for culinary purposes.Mary went back to the office.On the wooden\ntable, painted yellow, marbled with brown, stood a miniature house made\nof iron--a masterpiece of patience and skill, the work of Agricola\nBaudoin, Dagobert's son.Daniel left the football.Mary got the apple there.John travelled to the bedroom.A plaster crucifix hung up against the wall, surrounded byJohn moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Between the windows stood one of those old walnut-wood presses, curiously\nfashioned, and almost black with time; an old arm-chair, covered with\ngreen cotton velvet (Agricola's first present to his mother), a few rush\nbottomed chairs, and a worktable on which lay several bags of coarse,\nbrown cloth, completed the furniture of this room, badly secured by a\nworm-eaten door.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the office.Mary travelled to the bedroom.The adjoining closet contained a few kitchen and\nhousehold utensils.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Mean and poor as this interior may perhaps appear, it would not seem so\nto the greater number of artisans; for the bed was supplied with two\nmattresses, clean sheets, and a warm counterpane; the old-fashioned press\ncontained linen; and, moreover, Dagobert's wife occupied all to herself a\nroom as large as those in which numerous families, belonging to honest\nand laborious workmen, often live and sleep huddled together--only too\nhappy if the boys and girls can have separate beds, or if the sheets and\nblankets are not pledged at the pawnbroker's.Mary went to the office.Mary moved to the garden.John moved to the hallway.John travelled to the bedroom.John moved to the office.Frances Baudoin, seated beside the small stove, which, in the cold and\ndamp weather, yielded but little warmth, was busied in preparing her son\nAgricola's evening meal.Dagobert's wife was about fifty years of age; she wore a close jacket of\nblue cotton, with white flowers on it, and a stuff petticoat; a white\nhandkerchief was tied round her head, and fastened under the chin.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.Her\ncountenance was pale and meagre, the features regular, and expressive of\nresignation and great kindness.Sandra moved to the office.John travelled to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.It would have been difficult to find a\nbetter, a more courageous mother.Sandra went back to the garden.John went to the hallway.With no resource but her labor, she had\nsucceeded, by unwearied energy, in bringing up not only her own son\nAgricola, but also Gabriel, the poor deserted child, of whom, with\nadmirable devotion, she had ventured to take charge.Sandra put down the milk.Mary picked up the milk there.In her youth, she had, as it were, anticipated the strength of later\nlife, by twelve years of incessant toil, rendered lucrative by the most\nviolent exertions, and accompanied by such privations as made it almost\nsuicidal.John went back to the kitchen.John went to the garden.Mary put down the milk.Then (for it was a time of splendid wagesSandra picked up the milk there.Sandra went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the hallway.John moved to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "At the end of these twelve years, her health was ruined, and her strength\nnearly exhausted; but, at all events, her boys had wanted for nothing,\nand had received such an education as children of the people can obtain.Daniel went to the office.Mary took the football there.About this time, M. Francois Hardy took Agricola as an apprentice, and\nGabriel prepared to enter the priest's seminary, under the active\npatronage of M. Rodin, whose communications with the confessor of Frances\nBaudoin had become very frequent about the year 1820.Sandra journeyed to the garden.\"The gudewife is keepin' up a ding-dong frae mornin' till nicht aboot ma\nface, and a'm fair deaved (deafened), so a'm watchin' for MacLure tae\nget a bottle as he comes wast; yon's him noo.\"Sandra went to the bedroom.The doctor made his diagnosis from horseback on sight, and stated the\nresult with that admirable clearness which endeared him to Drumtochty.John took the apple there.\"Confoond ye, Hillocks, what are ye ploiterin' aboot here for in the\nweet wi' a face like a boiled beet?John put down the apple.Mary put down the football.John took the apple there.Mary went back to the bedroom.<DW37> ye no ken that ye've a titch o'\nthe rose (erysipelas), and ocht tae be in the hoose?John put down the apple.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the garden.Gae hame wi' ye\nafore a' leave the bit, and send a haflin for some medicine.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Ye donnerd\nidiot, are ye ettlin tae follow Drums afore yir time?\"Daniel picked up the milk there.And the medical\nattendant of Drumtochty continued his invective till Hillocks started,\nand still pursued his  retreating figure with medical directions of a\nsimple and practical character.[Illustration: \"THE GUDEWIFE IS KEEPIN' UP A DING-DONG\"]\n\n\"A'm watchin', an' peety ye if ye pit aff time.John went to the hallway.Keep yir bed the\nmornin', and dinna show yir face in the fields till a' see ye.John journeyed to the bedroom.A'll gie\nye a cry on Monday--sic an auld fule--but there's no are o' them tae\nmind anither in the hale pairish.\"Sandra picked up the apple there.Hillocks' wife informed the kirkyaird that the doctor \"gied the gudeman\nan awfu' clear-in',\" and that Hillocks \"wes keepin' the hoose,\" which\nmeant that the patient had tea breakfast, and at that time was wandering\nabout the farm buildings in an easy undress with his head in a plaid.Mary travelled to the bedroom.It was impossible for a doctor to earn even theMary went back to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.His house--little more than a cottage--stood on\nthe roadside among the pines towards the head of our Glen, and from this\nbase of operations he dominated the wild glen that broke the wall of the\nGrampians above Drumtochty--where the snow drifts were twelve feet deep\nin winter, and the only way of passage at times was the channel of the\nriver--and the moorland district westwards till he came to the Dunleith\nsphere of influence, where there were four doctors and a hydropathic.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John moved to the bathroom.Drumtochty in its length, which was eight miles, and its breadth, which\nwas four, lay in his hand; besides a glen behind, unknown to the world,\nwhich in the night time he visited at the risk of life, for the way\nthereto was across the big moor with its peat holes and treacherous\nbogs.Mary went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the office.Mary journeyed to the hallway.And he held the land eastwards towards Muirtown so far as Geordie,\nthe Drumtochty post, travelled every day, and could carry word that the\ndoctor was wanted.John went to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the garden.He did his best for the need of every man, woman and\nchild in this wild, straggling district, year in, year out, in the snow\nand in the heat, in the dark and in the light, without rest, and without\nholiday for forty years.Daniel grabbed the apple there.One horse could not do the work of this man, but we liked best to see\nhim on his old white mare, who died the week after her master, and the\npassing of the two did our hearts good.John travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.It was not that he rode\nbeautifully, for he broke every canon of art, flying with his arms,\nstooping till he seemed to be speaking into Jess's ears, and rising in\nthe saddle beyond all necessity.John picked up the milk there.Mary moved to the bathroom.But he could rise faster, stay longer\nin the saddle, and had a firmer grip with his knees than any one I ever\nmet, and it was all for mercy's sake.John grabbed the football there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.When the reapers in harvest time\nsaw a figure whirling past in a cloud of dust, or the family at the foot\nof Glen Urtach, gathered round the fire on a winter's night, heard the\nrattle of a horse's hoofs on the road, or the shepherds, out after the\nsheep, traced a black speck moving across the snow to the upper glen,\nthey knew it was the doctor, and, without being conscious of it, wished\nhim God speed.Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\nBefore and behindJohn left the football.John dropped the milk.Mary grabbed the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the garden.There were\nno specialists in Drumtochty, so this man had to do everything as best\nhe could, and as quickly.Sandra got the apple there.He was chest doctor and doctor for every other\norgan as well; he was accoucheur and surgeon; he was oculist and aurist;\nhe was dentist and chloroformist, besides being chemist and druggist.It was often told how he was far up Glen Urtach when the feeders of the\nthreshing mill caught young Burnbrae, and how he only stopped to change\nhorses at his house, and galloped all the way to Burnbrae, and flung\nhimself off his horse and amputated the arm, and saved the lad's life.Mary travelled to the bedroom.\"You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour,\" said Jamie Soutar,\nwho had been at the threshing, \"an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying\nas white as deith on the floor o' the loft, wi' his head on a sheaf, an'\nBurnbrae haudin' the bandage ticht an' prayin' a' the while, and the\nmither greetin' in the corner.John went to the hallway.she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's\nfeet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air.said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder\nas the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his\nhorse's mooth.wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed\nhim on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark--sic wark, neeburs--but he\ndid it weel.Sandra travelled to the office.An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent\naff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.\"Noo that's feenished, and his constitution 'ill dae the rest,\" and he\ncarried the lad doon the ladder in his airms like a bairn, and laid him\nin his bed, and waits aside him till he wes sleepin', and then says he:\n'Burnbrae, yir gey lad never tae say 'Collie, will yelick?'for a' hevna\ntasted meat for saxteen hoors.'I don\u2019t want to disappoint mamma.\u201d\n\nUp in heaven I wonder if the angels were glad that night.Mary grabbed the milk there.There is an old, old verse ringing in my ears, none the\nless true that he who spoke it in the far away days has long since gone\nhome to God: \u201cAnd they that be wise shall shine as the brightness of\nthe firmament, and they that turn many to righteousness as the stars\nfor ever and ever.\u201d\n\nSurely,John went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER X.\n\nMAY.\u201cFor God above\n    Is great to grant, as mighty to make,\n  And creates the love to reward the love:\n    I claim you still for my own love\u2019s sake!\u201d\n\n                                     BROWNING.Ruby comes into the drawing-room one afternoon to find the facsimile of\nthe photograph in Jack\u2019s pocket-book sitting with Mrs.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.\u201cThis is our little Australian, May,\u201d the elder lady says, stretching\nout her hand to Ruby.Mary moved to the kitchen.\u201cRuby, darling, this is Miss Leslie.Daniel took the apple there.Perhaps Jack\nmay have told you about her.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow do you do, dear?\u201d Miss May Leslie asks.She has a sweet, clear\nvoice, and just now does not look half so dreamy as in her photograph,\nRuby thinks.Her dark green frock and black velvet hat with ostrich\ntips set off her fair hair and delicately tinted face to perfection,\nand her blue eyes are shining as she holds out her hand to the little\ngirl.Daniel put down the apple there.\u201cI\u2019ve seen your photograph,\u201d Ruby announces, looking up into the sweet\nface above her.\u201cIt fell out of Jack\u2019s pocket-book one day.He has it\nthere with Wat\u2019s.I\u2019m going to give him mine to carry there too; for\nJack says he only keeps the people he likes best in it.\u201d\n\nMiss Leslie grows suddenly, and to Ruby it seems unaccountably, as red\nas her own red frock.Daniel grabbed the apple there.But for all that the little girl cannot help\nthinking that she does not look altogether ill-pleased.Daniel travelled to the garden.Kirke\nsmiles in rather an embarrassed way.\u201cHave you been long in Scotland, Ruby?\u201d the young lady questions, as\nthough desirous of changing the subject.\u201cWe came about the beginning of December,\u201d Ruby returns.And then she\ntoo puts rather an irrelevant question: \u201cAre you May?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, yes, I suppose I am May,\u201d Miss Leslie answers, laughing in spite\nof herself.\u201cBut how did you know my name, Ruby?\u201d\n\n\u201cJack told her, I suppose.Was that it, Ruby?\u201d says Jack\u2019s mother.\u201cAnd\nthis is a child, May, who, when she is told a thing, never forgets it.Mary went back to the garden.Isn\u2019t that so, little girlie?\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, but Jack didn\u2019t tell me,\u201d Ruby answers, lifting wide eyes to her\nhostess.\u201cI just guessed that you must be May whenever I came in, and\nthen I heard auntie call you it", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Kirke\u2019s own request,\nthe little girl has conferred upon her this familiar title.\u201cI\u2019ve got\na dolly called after you,\u201d goes on the child with sweet candour.\u201cMay\nKirke\u2019s her name, and Jack says it\u2019s the prettiest name he ever heard,\n\u2018May Kirke,\u2019 I mean.For you see the dolly came from Jack, and when I\ncould only call her half after him, I called her the other half after\nyou.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut, my dear little girl, how did you know my name?\u201d May asks in some\namazement.Her eyes are sparkling as she puts the question.Daniel travelled to the garden.No one\ncould accuse May Leslie of being dreamy now.\u201cIt was on the card,\u201d Ruby announces, triumphantly.Well is it for Jack\nthat he is not at hand to hear all these disclosures.\u201cJack left it\nbehind him at Glengarry when he stayed a night with us, and your name\nwas on it.Then I knew some other little girl must have given it to\nJack.I didn\u2019t know then that she would be big and grown-up like you.\u201d\n\n\u201cRuby!I am afraid that you are a sad little tell-tale,\u201d Mrs.It is rather a sore point with her that this pink-and-white\ngirl should have slighted her only son so far as to refuse his hand\nand heart.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Poor Jack, he had had more sorrows to bear than Walter\u2019s\ndeath when he left the land of his birth at that sad time.In the fond\nmother\u2019s eyes May is not half good enough for her darling son; but\nMay\u2019s offence is none the more to be condoned on that account.\u201cI must really be going, Mrs.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Kirke,\u201d the young lady says, rising.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.She\ncannot bear that any more of Ruby\u2019s revelations, however welcome to\nher own ears, shall be made in the presence of Jack\u2019s mother.\u201cI have\ninflicted quite a visitation upon you as it is.You will come and see\nme, darling, won\u2019t you?\u201d this to Ruby.Sandra left the apple.Sandra travelled to the office.Kirke if she will be\nso kind as to bring you some day.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd I\u2019ll bring May Kirke too,\u201d Ruby cries.It may have been the\nfirelight which sends an added redness to the other May\u2019s cheeks, as\nRuby utters the name which Jack has said is \u201cthe prettiest he has ever\nheard.\u201d\n\nRuby escorts her new-found friend down to the hall door, issuing from\nwhich Miss Leslie runs full tilt against a young man coming in.Sandra went back to the bathroom.\u201cOh, Jack,\u201d Ruby cries, \u201cyou\u2019re just in time!Miss May\u2019s just going\naway.I", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\u201cIt is too dark now for you to\ngo by yourself.\u201d He looks straight into the eyes of the girl he has\nknown since she was a child, the girl who has refused his honest love\nbecause she had no love to give in return, and May\u2019s eyes fall beneath\nhis gaze.Sandra journeyed to the garden.\u201cVery well,\u201d she acquiesces meekly.John journeyed to the kitchen.John grabbed the apple there.Ruby, looking out after the two as they go down the dark avenue,\npities them for having to go out on such a dismal night.The little\ngirl does not know that for them it is soon to be illumined with a\nlight than which there is none brighter save that of heaven, the truest\nland of love.Sandra moved to the bathroom.It is rather a silent walk home, the conversation made up of the most\ncommon of common-places--Jack trying to steel himself against this\nwoman, whom, try as he will, he cannot thrust out of his loyal heart;\nMay tortured by that most sorrowful of all loves, the love which came\ntoo late; than which there is none sadder in this grey old world to-day.\u201cWhat a nice little girl Ruby is,\u201d says May at length, trying to fill\nup a rather pitiful gap in the conversation.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\u201cYour mother seems so fond\nof her.Mary took the football there.John journeyed to the bathroom.I am sure she will miss her when she goes.\u201d\n\n\u201cShe\u2019s the dearest little girl in the world,\u201d Jack Kirke declares.Sandra travelled to the office.asked the major, noticing that Jimmieboy seemed particularly\ninterested when the sprite mentioned this.\"If you do, I'd like to buy\nthe plan of it from you and give it to Jimmieboy for a Christmas\npresent, so that he can have soda-water wells in his own back yard at\nhome.\"\"No, I can't remember anything about it,\" said the sprite.Daniel travelled to the office.Mary moved to the garden.Daniel went to the garden.\"Nine\nthousand years is a long time to remember things of that kind, though I\ndon't think the scheme was a very hard one to work.For vanilla cream,\nit only required a well with plain soda-water in it with a quart of\nvanilla beans and three pints of cream poured into it four times a week;\nsame way with other flavors--a quart of strawberries for strawberry,\nsarsaparilla for sarsaparilla, and so forth; but the secret was in the\npouring; there was something in the way papa did the pouring; I never\nknew just what it was.But if you don't stop asking questions I'll never finish my story.\"\"You shouldn't make it so interesting if you don't want us to have our\ncuriosity excited by it,\" said Jimmieboy.John put down the apple.\"I'd have asked those\nquestions if the major hadn't.\"Well, we moved, and in a very short time were comfortably settled in\ntheJohn went to the bedroom.Mary moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"As we\nexpected, my father grew very, very rich.He was referred to in the moon\nnewspapers as 'The Soda-water King,' and once an article about him said\nthat he owned the finest suspender-button mine in the universe, which\nwas more or less true, but which, as it turned out, was unfortunate in\nits results.Mary grabbed the football there.Some moon people hearing of his ownership of the\nTwinkleville Button Mines came to him and tried to persuade him that\nthey ought to be worked.John journeyed to the hallway.Father said he didn't see any use of it,\nbecause the common people didn't wear suspenders, and so didn't need the\nbuttons.\"'True,' said they, 'but we can compel them to need them, by making a\nlaw requiring that everybody over sixteen shall wear suspenders.'Mary went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.\"'That's a good idea,' said my father, and he tried to have it made a\nlaw that every one should wear suspenders, high or low, and as a result\nhe got everybody mad at him.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The best people were angry, because up to\nthat time the wearing of suspenders had been regarded as a sign of noble\nbirth, and if everybody, including the common people, were to have them\nthey would cease to be so.Mary discarded the football.The common people themselves were angry,\nbecause to have to buy suspenders would simply be an addition to the\ncost of living, and they hadn't any money to spare.In consequence we\nwere cut off by the best people of the moon.Mary went to the bedroom.Nobody ever came to see us\nexcept the very commonest kind of common people, and they came at night,\nand then only to drop pailfuls of cod-liver oil, squills, ipecac, and\nother unpopular things into our soda-water wells, so that in a very\nshort time my poor father's soda-water business was utterly ruined.Sandra went back to the hallway.People don't like to order ten quarts of vanilla cream soda-water for\nSunday dinner, and find it flavored with cod-liver oil, you know.\"\"Yes, I do know,\" said Jimmieboy, screwing his face up in an endeavor to\ngive the major and the sprite some idea of how little he liked the taste\nof cod-liver oil.\"I think cod-liver oil is worse than measles or\nmumps, because you can't have measles or mumps more than once, and there\nisn't any end to the times you can have cod-liver oil.\"Mary journeyed to the garden.\"I'm with you there,\" said the major, emphasizing his remark by slapping\nJimmieboy on the back.Mary grabbed the milk there.\"In fact, sir, on page 29 of my book called\n'Musings on Medicines' you will find--if it is ever published--these\nlines:\n\n          \"The oils of cod!They make me feel tremendous odd,\n           Nor hesitate\n           I", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"When I start my autograph album I want you\nto write those lines on the first page.\"\"Never, I hope,\" replied the sprite, with a chuckle.Daniel grabbed the football there.\"And now suppose\nyou don't interrupt my story again.\"Sandra picked up the apple there.Daniel dropped the football.Clouds began to gather on the major's face again.Sandra discarded the apple.John got the football there.Sandra got the apple there.The sprite's rebuke\nhad evidently made him very angry.John went to the bathroom.\"Sir,\" said he, as soon as his feelings permitted him to speak.\"If you\nmake any more such remarks as that, another duel may be necessary after\nthis one is fought--which I should very much regret, for duels of this\nsort consume a great deal of time, and unless I am much mistaken it will\nshortly rain cats and dogs.\"\"It looks that way,\" said the sprite, \"and it is for that very reason\nthat I do not wish to be interrupted again.Of course ruin stared father\nin the face.\"Mary journeyed to the garden.whispered the major to Jimmieboy, who immediately\nsilenced him.\"Trade having fallen away,\" continued the sprite, \"we had to draw upon\nour savings for our bread and butter, and finally, when the last penny\nwas spent, we made up our minds to leave the moon district entirely and\ntry life on the dog-star, where, we were informed, people only had one\neye apiece, and every man had so much to do that it took all of his one\neye's time looking after his own business so that there wasn't any left\nfor him to spend on other people's business.Sandra dropped the apple.It seemed to my father that\nin a place like this there was a splendid opening for him.\"\"Renting out his extra eye to blind men,\" roared the sprite.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Jimmieboy fell off the rock with laughter, and the major, angry at being\nso neatly caught, rose up and walked away but immediately returned.\"If this wasn't a duel I wouldn't stay here another minute,\" he said.Sandra got the apple there.Daniel travelled to the garden.\"But you can't put me to flight that way.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John dropped the football.\"The question now came up as to how we should get to the dog-star,\"\nresumed the sprite.Sandra left the apple.John grabbed the football there.\"I should think they'd have been so glad you were leaving they'd have\npaid your fare,\" said the major, but the sprite paid no attention.Daniel got the apple there.John left the football.\"It is only for a short while,\" he explained--\"matter of an hour or\nso, and you suffer no particular inconvenience, I trust.\"Neither Elaine nor Davila condescended to reply.Daniel discarded the apple.After a moment's pause, the man went on:\n\n\"I neglected to say--and I apologize for my remissness--that you need\nfear no ill-treatment.Sandra went back to the bathroom.You will be shown every consideration--barring\nfreedom, of course--and all your wants, within the facilities at our", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Naturally, however, you will not be\npermitted to communicate with your friends.\"Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"But I should be better pleased if you\nwould tell us the reason for this abduction.\"John picked up the milk there.\"That, I regret, I am not at liberty to discuss.\"John left the milk.\"And if it is not acceded to?\"\"In that event--it would be necessary to decide what should be done\nwith you.\"\"Nothing!--the time hasn't come to imply--I hope it will not come.\"\"Do you mean that your failure would imperil our lives?\"\"Is it possible you mean to threaten our lives?\"\"But you will threaten,\nif----\"\n\n\"Exactly!Sandra went to the garden.if--you are at liberty to guess the rest.\"\"Do you appreciate that the\nwhole Eastern Shore will be searching for us by morning--and that, if\nthe least indignity is offered us, your lives won't be worth a penny?\"\"We take the risk, Miss Carrington,\" replied the man, placidly.Davila shrugged her shoulders, and they rode in silence, for half an\nhour.Then the speed of the car slackened, they ran slowly for half a mile,\nand stopped.Mary went to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the garden.The chief reached down, untied the handkerchiefs, and\nsprang out.\"You may descend,\" he said, offering his hand.Sandra took the football there.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Elaine saw the hand, and ignored it; Davila refused even to see the\nhand.John took the milk there.John put down the milk there.John went to the bathroom.They could make out, in the dim light, that they were before a long,\nlow, frame building, with the waters of the Bay just beyond.Sandra put down the football.A light\nburned within, and, as they entered, the odor of cooking greeted them.\"I\nsuppose it's scarcely proper in an abducted maiden, but I'm positively\nfamished.\"\"I'm too enraged to eat,\" said Davila.\"Afraid?--not in the least!\"\"No more am I--but oughtn't we be afraid?\"They had been halted on the porch, while the chief went in, presumably,\nto see that all was ready for their reception.\"If you will come in,\" he said, \"I will show you to your apartment.\"\"Prison, you mean,\" said Davila.\"Apartment is a little better word, don't you think?\"\"However, as you wish, Miss Carrington, as you wish!We shall try to\nmake you comfortable, whatever you may call your temporary\nquarters.--These two rooms are yours,\" he continued, throwing open the\ndoor.\"They are small, but quiet and retired; you will not, I am sure,\nbe disturbed.Pardon me, if I remove these ropes, you will be less\nhampered in your movements.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.supper will be served in fifteen\nminutes--you will be ready?\"\"Yes, we shall be ready,\" saidJohn journeyed to the office.John grabbed the apple there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John moved to the kitchen.\"They might be worse,\" Davila retorted.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Mary moved to the garden.\"Yes!--and we best be thankful for it.\"\"The rooms aren't so bad,\" said Elaine, looking around.\"We each have a bed, and a bureau, and a wash-stand, and a couple of\nchairs, a few chromos, a rug on the floor--and bars at the window.\"\"I noticed the bars,\" said Davila.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"They've provided us with water, so we may as well use it,\" she said.John journeyed to the garden.\"I think my face needs--Heavens!Sandra left the apple.\"Haven't you observed the same sight in me?\"\"I've lost\nall my puffs, I know--and so have you--and your hat is a trifle awry.\"\"Since we're not trying to make an impression, I reckon it doesn't\nmatter!\"\"We will have ample opportunity to put them to\nrights before Colin and Geoffrey see us.\"Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.She took off her hat, pressed her hair into shape, replaced a few pins,\ndashed water on her face, and washed her hands.Sandra dropped the milk.\"Now,\" she said, going into the other room where Miss Carrington was\ndoing likewise, \"if I only had a powder-rag, I'd feel dressed.\"Davila turned, and, taking a little book, from the pocket of her coat,\nextended it.Daniel took the milk there.John grabbed the football there.\"Here is some Papier Poudre,\" she said.Daniel went to the kitchen.Daniel went to the hallway.Elaine exclaimed, and, tearing out a sheet, she\nrubbed it over her face.A door opened and a young girl appeared, wearing apron and cap.John discarded the football.John got the football there.said Elaine as she saw the table, with its candles and\nsilver (plated, to be sure), dainty china, and pressed glass.John dropped the football.\"If the food is in keeping, I think we can get along for a few days.We\nmay as well enjoy it while it lasts.\"\"You always were of a philosophic mind.\"She might have added, that it was the only way she knew--her wealth\nhaving made all roads easy to her.Mary travelled to the hallway.*       *       *       *       *\n\n    \"There's not a plant that springeth\n      But bears some good to earth;\n    There's not a life but bringeth\n      Its store of harmless mirth;\n    The dusty wayside clover\n      Has honey in her cells,--\n    The wild bee, humming over,\n      Her tale of pleasure tells.The osiers, o'er the fountain,\n      Keep cool the water's breast,\n    And on the roughest mountainDaniel went to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the bedroom.Thus holy Nature teaches\n      The worth of blessings small;\n    That Love pervades, and reaches,\n      And forms the bliss of all.\"LESLIE'S JUVENILE SERIES.I. THE MOTHERLESS CHILDREN.\n   \"Daniel went to the bathroom.John moved to the garden.HOWARD AND HIS TEACHER.\n   \"JACK, THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.I. TRYING TO BE USEFUL.\n   \"Daniel journeyed to the garden.Sandra travelled to the hallway.LITTLE AGNES.\n   \"John got the football there.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.I'LL TRY.\n   \"Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.BY\n\n                      MRS.Daniel moved to the hallway.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the bedroom.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.John moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.John went back to the garden.Sandra took the apple there.MINNIE'S PET PARROT.Daniel went to the office.Mary went back to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.BY\n\n                      MRS.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the garden.John went back to the bedroom.Mary went back to the office.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.John moved to the kitchen.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.John grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.BY\n\n                 John discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.Mary took the apple there.Mary discarded the apple.Sandra grabbed the football there.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.Sandra picked up the milk there.MINNIE'S PET LAMB.John journeyed to the garden.BY\n\n                      MRS.Mary took the apple there.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.John went to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.Mary left the apple there.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.BY\n\n                      MRS.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the garden.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.Mary moved to the bedroom.Transcriber's Note\n\nThe following typographical errors were corrected:\n\nPage  Error\n73    \"good morning,\" changed to 'good morning,'\n112   pet monkey.\"John journeyed to the office.\"Nay, prithee, bailie,\" said the provost, \"put it off till thou hast\neaten.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Some complaint against the rascally jackmen and retainers of the\nnobles, for playing at football on the streets of the burgh, or some\nsuch goodly matter.\"\"No, my lord,\" said Craigdallie, stoutly and firmly.John travelled to the kitchen.\"It is the\njackmen's masters of whom we complain, for", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "A party of\nreiving night walkers--courtiers and men of rank, as there is but too\nmuch reason to believe--attempted to scale the windows of Simon Glover's\nhouse last night; they stood in their defence with drawn weapons when\nthey were interrupted by Henry Smith, and fought till they were driven\noff by the rising of the citizens.\"said Sir Patrick, setting down the cup which he was about to\nraise to his head.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.\"Cock's body, make that manifest to me, and, by\nthe soul of Thomas of Longueville, I will see you righted with my best\npower, were it to cost me life and land.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Simon Glover,\nyou are held an honest and a cautious man--do you take the truth of this\ncharge upon your conscience?\"Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"My lord,\" said Simon, \"understand I am no willing complainer in this\nweighty matter.John moved to the bathroom.No damage has arisen, save to the breakers of the peace\nthemselves.Mary went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the office.I fear only great power could have encouraged such lawless\naudacity; and I were unwilling to put feud between my native town and\nsome powerful nobleman on my account.But it has been said that, if I\nhang back in prosecuting this complaint, it will be as much as admitting\nthat my daughter expected such a visit, which is a direct falsehood.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Therefore, my lord, I will tell your lordship what happened, so far as I\nknow, and leave further proceeding to your wisdom.\"He then told, from point to point, all that he had seen of the attack.Sir Patrick Charteris, listening with much attention, seemed\nparticularly struck with the escape of the man who had been made\nprisoner.John went to the bedroom.\"Strange,\" he said, \"that you did not secure him when you had him.Did\nyou not look at him so as to know him again?\"\"I had but the light of a lantern, my Lord Provost; and as to suffering\nhim to escape, I was alone,\" said the glover, \"and old.But yet I might\nhave kept him, had I not heard my daughter shriek in the upper room;\nand ere I had returned from her chamber the man had escaped through the\ngarden.\"Daniel moved to the garden.Daniel grabbed the apple there.\"Now, armourer, as a true man and a good soldier,\" said Sir Patrick,\n\"tell me what you know of this matter.\"John travelled to the kitchen.Henry Gow, in his own decided style, gave a brief but clear narrative of\nthe whole affair.Honest Proudfute being next called upon, began his statement with an air\nof more importance.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\"Touching this awful and astounding tumult within\nthe burgh, I cannot altogether, it is true, say with Henry Gow that I\nsaw the very beginning.But it will not be denied that I beheld a great\npart of the latter end, and especially that I procured the evidence most\neffectual to convict theJohn picked up the milk there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"Never lose time\nfumbling and prating about it.\"I have brought your lordship, in this pouch, what one of the rogues\nleft behind him,\" said the little man.Mary went to the garden.\"It is a trophy which, in good\nfaith and honest truth, I do confess I won not by the blade, but I\nclaim the credit of securing it with that presence of mind which few men\npossess amidst flashing torches and clashing weapons.John picked up the milk there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.I secured it, my\nlord, and here it is.\"Sandra went back to the hallway.So saying, he produced, from the hawking pouch already mentioned, the\nstiffened hand which had been found on the scene of the skirmish.John discarded the milk.\"Nay, bonnet maker,\" said the provost, \"I'll warrant thee man enough to\nsecure a rogue's hand after it is cut from the body.John journeyed to the bedroom.What do you look so\nbusily for in your bag?\"John got the football there.\"There should have been--there was--a ring, my lord, which was on the\nknave's finger.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the office.Daniel went back to the hallway.I fear I have been forgetful, and left it at home, for\nI took it off to show to my wife, as she cared not to look upon the dead\nhand, as women love not such sights.But yet I thought I had put it on\nthe finger again.Nevertheless, it must, I bethink me, be at home.John put down the football.I\nwill ride back for it, and Henry Smith will trot along with me.\"\"We will all trot with thee,\" said Sir Patrick Charteris, \"since I\nam for Perth myself.Look you, honest burghers and good neighbours of\nPerth; you may have thought me unapt to be moved by light complaints and\ntrivial breaches of your privileges, such as small trespasses on\nyour game, the barons' followers playing football in the street, and\nsuchlike.But, by the soul of Thomas of Longueville, you shall not find\nPatrick Charteris slothful in a matter of this importance.This hand,\"\nhe continued, holding up the severed joint, \"belongs to one who hath\nworked no drudgery.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.We will put it in a way to be known and claimed of\nthe owner, if his comrades of the revel have but one spark of honour in\nthem.Mary picked up the milk there.Hark you, Gerard; get me some half score of good men instantly to\nhorse, and let them take jack and spear.Mary moved to the hallway.John went to the garden.Meanwhile, neighbours, if\nfeud arise out of this, as is most likely, we must come to each other's\nsupport.Mary discarded the milk.If my poor house be attacked, how many men will you bring to my\nsupport?\"The burghers looked at Henry Gow, to whom they instinctively turned when\nsuch matters were discussed.\"I will answer,\" said he, \"for fifty good fellows to be assembled ere\nthe common bell has", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"It is well,\" answered the gallant provost; \"and in the case of need,\nI will come to aid the Fair City with such men as I can make.And now,\ngood friends, let us to horse.\"Mary got the milk there.If I know how to manage these affairs,\n     Thus thrust disorderly upon my hands,\n     Never believe me--\n\n     Richard II.If you're too late--I'll never look at you again!I'll shout the whole village together if you don't\nimmediately run and follow Geert and Jo.John moved to the bedroom.If you can keep Geert from going--call him back!Have you gone crazy with fear, you big coward?The Good Hope is no good, no good--her ribs are\nrotten--the planking is rotten!----\n\nKNEIR.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Don't stand there telling stories to excuse yourself.Simon, the ship carpenter--that drunken sot who can't speak\ntwo words.First you sign, then you\nrun away!Me--you may beat me to death!--but I won't go on an unseaworthy\nship!Hasn't the ship been lying in the\ndry docks?There was no caulking her any more--Simon----\n\nKNEIR.March, take your package of\nchewing tobacco.Mary travelled to the hallway.I'm not going--I'm not going.You don't know--you\ndidn't see it!John got the football there.The last voyage she had a foot of water in her hold!A ship that has just returned from her fourth\nvoyage to the herring catch and that has brought fourteen loads!Has\nit suddenly become unseaworthy, because you, you miserable coward,\nare going along?John went to the hallway.I looked in the hold--the barrels were\nfloating.You can see death that is hiding down there.Bilge water, as in every ship!Tell that\nto your grandmother, not to an old sailor's wife.Skipper Hengst\nis a child, eh!Isn't Hengst going and Mees and Gerrit and Jacob\nand Nellis--your own brother and Truus' little Peter?John put down the football.Mary went to the garden.Do you claim\nto know more than old seamen?I'm not going to\nstand it to see you taken aboard by the police----\n\nBAR.John went to the kitchen.Oh, Mother dear, Mother dear, don't make me go!Oh, God; how you have punished me in my children--my children\nare driving me to beggary.Sandra travelled to the hallway.I've taken an advance--Bos has refused to\ngive me any more cleaning to do--and--and----[Firmly.]Well, then,\nlet them come for you--you'd better be taken than run away.Oh, oh,\nthat this should happen in my family----\n\nBAR.You'll not get out----\n\nBAR.I don't know what I'm doing--I might hurt----\n\nKNEIR.Now he is brave, against his sixty year old mother----Raise\nyour hand if you", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "[Falls on a chair shaking his head between his hands.]Oh, oh,\noh--If they take me aboard, you'll never see me again--you'll never\nsee Geert again----\n\nKNEIR.It's tempting God to rave this\nway with fear----[Friendlier tone.]Sandra travelled to the hallway.Come, a man of your age must\nnot cry like a child--come!I wanted to surprise you with Father's\nearrings--come!Mother dear--I don't dare--I don't dare--I shall drown--hide\nme--hide me----\n\nKNEIR.If I believed a word of your talk,\nwould I let Geert go?Daniel moved to the bathroom.There's a\npackage of tobacco, and one of cigars.Daniel went back to the garden.Now sit still, and I'll put\nin your earrings--look--[Talking as to a child.]Sandra moved to the kitchen.--real silver--ships\non them with sails--sit still, now--there's one--there's two--walk\nto the looking glass----\n\nBAR.No--no!----\n\nKNEIR.Come now, you're making me weak for nothing--please,\ndear boy--I do love you and your brother--you're all I have on\nearth.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Every night I will pray to the good God to bring you\nhome safely.You must get used to it, then you will become a brave\nseaman--and--and----[Cries.][Holds the\nmirror before him.]Sandra travelled to the hallway.Look at your earrings--what?----\n\n1ST POLICEMAN.Sandra moved to the garden.[Coming in through door at left, good-natured\nmanner.]Skipper Hengst has requested the Police----If you please,\nmy little man, we have no time to lose.The ship--is rotten----\n\n2ND POLICEMAN.Then you should not have\nmustered in.John got the football there.[Taps him kindly\non the shoulder.][Clings desperately to the\nbedstead and door jamb.]I shall\ndrown in the dirty, stinking sea!Oh God, Oh\nGod, Oh God![Crawls up against the wall, beside himself with terror.]The boy is afraid----\n\n1ST POLICEMAN.Mary journeyed to the hallway.[Sobbing as she seizes Barend's hands.]Come now, boy--come\nnow--God will not forsake you----\n\nBAR.[Moaning as he loosens his hold, sobs despairingly.]Mary journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.You'll\nnever see me again, never again----\n\n1ST POLICEMAN.[They exeunt, dragging Barend.]Oh, oh----\n\nTRUUS.What was the matter,\nKneir?Barend had to be taken by the police.Oh, and now\nI'm ashamed to go walk through the village, to tell them good bye--the\ndisgrace--the disgrace----", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "A lighted lamp--the illuminated\nchimney gives a red glow.Kneirtje lying on bed, dressed, Jo reading\nto her from prayerbook.]in piteousness,\n      To your poor children of the sea,\n    Reach down your arms in their distress;\n      With God their intercessor be.Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra travelled to the office.Unto the Heart Divine your prayer\n    Will make an end to all their care.\"Sandra picked up the apple there.[A\nknock--she tiptoes to cook-shed door, puts her finger to her lips in\nwarning to Clementine and Kaps, who enter.]There was also the final message to the Sovereigns of the Powers,\nundated, and probably written, if at all, by Gordon, during the final\nagony of the last few weeks, perhaps when Omdurman had fallen.It was\nworded as follows:--\n\n     \"After salutations, I would at once, calling to mind what I have\n     gone through, inform their Majesties, the Sovereigns, of the\n     action of Great Britain and the Ottoman Empire, who appointed me\n     as Governor-General of the Soudan for the purpose of appeasing\n     the rebellion in that country.\"During the twelve months that I have been here, these two\n     Powers, the one remarkable for her wealth, and the other for her\n     military force, have remained unaffected by my situation--perhaps\n     relying too much on the news sent by Hussein Pasha Khalifa, who\n     surrendered of his own accord.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"Although I, personally, am too insignificant to be taken into\n     account, the Powers were bound, nevertheless, to fulfil the\n     engagement upon which my appointment was based, so as to shield\n     the honour of the Governments.\"What I have gone through I cannot describe.The Almighty God\n     will help me.\"Although this copy was not in Gordon's own writing, it was brought\ndown by one of his clerks, who escaped from Khartoum, and he declared\nthat the original had been sent in a cartridge case to Dongola.The\nstyle is certainly the style of Gordon, and there was no one in the\nSoudan who could imitate it.It seems safe, as Sir Henry Gordon did,\nto accept it as the farewell message of his brother.Until fresh evidence comes to light, that of Slatin Pasha, then a\nchained captive in the Mahdi's camp, is alone entitled to the\nslightest credence, and it is extremely graphic.We can well believe\nthat up to the last moment Gordon continued to send out\nmessages--false, to deceive the Mahdi, and true to impress Lord\nWolseley.The note of 29th December was one of the former; the little\nFrench note on half a cigarette paper, brought by Abdullah Khalifa to\nSlatin to translate early in January, may have been one of the latter.It said", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the hallway.Slatin then describes the fall of Omdurman on 15th January, with\nGordon's acquiescence, which entirely disposes of the assertion that\nFerratch, the gallant defender of that place during two months, was a\ntraitor, and of how, on its surrender, Gordon's fire from the western\nwall of Khartoum prevented the Mahdists occupying it.Mary travelled to the kitchen.He also comments\non the alarm caused by the first advance of the British force into the\nBayuda desert, and of the despatch of thousands of the Mahdi's best\nwarriors to oppose it.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Those forces quitted the camp at Omdurman\nbetween 10th and 15th January, and this step entirely disposes of the\ntheory that the Mahdi held Khartoum in the hollow of his hand, and\ncould at any moment take it.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.As late as the 15th of January, Gordon's\nfire was so vigorous and successful that the Mahdi was unable to\nretain possession of the fort which he had just captured.John journeyed to the office.John moved to the garden.Daniel grabbed the milk there.The story had best be continued in the words used by the witness.John moved to the kitchen.John moved to the garden.Daniel took the football there.Six\ndays after the fall of Omdurman loud weeping and wailing filled the\nMahdi's camp.Mary went back to the kitchen.As the Mahdi forbade the display of sorrow and grief it\nwas clear that something most unusual had taken place.Mary went back to the office.Then it came\nout that the British troops had met and utterly defeated the tribes,\nwith a loss to the Mahdists of several thousands.Within the next two\nor three days came news of the other defeat at Abou Kru, and the loud\nlamentations of the women and children could not be checked.Daniel left the football.The Mahdi\nand his chief emirs, the present Khalifa Abdullah prominent among\nthem, then held a consultation, and it was decided, sooner than lose\nall the fruits of the hitherto unchecked triumph of their cause, to\nrisk an assault on Khartoum.Mary got the apple there.John travelled to the bedroom.John moved to the hallway.At night on the 24th, and again on the\n25th, the bulk of the rebel force was conveyed across the river to the\nright bank of the White Nile; the Mahdi preached them a sermon,\npromising them victory, and they were enjoined to receive his remarks\nin silence, so that no noise was heard in the beleaguered city.By\nthis time their terror of the mines laid in front of the south wall\nhad become much diminished, because the mines had been placed too low\nin the earth, and they also knew that Gordon and his diminished force\nwere in the last stages of exhaustion.Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel dropped the milk.Finally, the Mahdi or his\nenergetic lieutenant decided on one more arrangementMary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.The Mahdists had always\ndelivered their attack half an hour after sunrise; on this occasion\nthey decided to attack half an hour before dawn, when the whole scene\nwas covered in darkness.Slatin knew all these plans, and as he\nlistened anxiously in his place of confinement he was startled, when\njust dropping off to sleep, by \"the deafening discharge of thousands\nof rifles and guns; this lasted for a few minutes, then only\noccasional rifle shots were heard, and now all was quiet again.Could\nthis possibly be the great attack on Khartoum?A wild discharge of\nfirearms and cannon, and in a few minutes complete silence!\"Some hours afterwards three black soldiers\napproached, carrying in a bloody cloth the head of General Gordon,\nwhich he identified.It is unnecessary to add the gruesome details\nwhich Slatin picked up as to his manner of death from the gossip of\nthe camp.Daniel went to the bathroom.In this terrible tragedy ended that noble defence of\nKhartoum, which, wherever considered or discussed, and for all time,\nwill excite the pity and admiration of the world.There is no need to dwell further on the terrible end of one of the\npurest heroes our country has ever produced, whose loss was national,\nbut most deeply felt as an irreparable shock, and as a void that can\nnever be filled up by that small circle of men and women who might\ncall themselves his friends.John went back to the bedroom.John went to the hallway.Ten years elapsed after the eventful\nmorning when Slatin pronounced over his remains the appropriate\nepitaph, \"A brave soldier who fell at his post; happy is he to have\nfallen; his sufferings are over!\"Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.before the exact manner of Gordon's\ndeath was known, and some even clung to the chance that after all he\nmight have escaped to the Equator, and indeed it was not till long\nafter the expedition had returned that the remarkable details of his\nsingle-handed defence of Khartoum became known.I murmured that any friend of Lady MICKLEHAM'S was a friend of mine,\nwhereat Mr.John moved to the bathroom.John got the milk there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.BROWN smiled affably and handed me his card, from which I\ngathered that he was a shorthand writer at some address in Chancery\nLane.John moved to the garden.DOLLY was now\nengaged in the process of exploiting me.\"I hope,\" I observed rather icily, \"that you will choose a respectable\npaper.\"But if we are to have a Dialogue, perhaps we might begin.Sandra put down the apple.John got the football there.\"Telegraph, and put the contents down to my account.\"Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel picked up the apple there.I noticed now that DOLLY had a pile of papers on her table, and that she\nwas playing with a blue pencil.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"Yes, Lady MICKLEHAM,\" I said, in the provisional way in which judges\nindicate to counsel that they are ready toDaniel left the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the office.\"Well, I've been reading some of the Press Notices of the Dialogues, Mr.I remembered some of the things that had been said about\nDOLLY and myself, which hardly lent themselves, it appeared to me, to\nthis third party procedure.Daniel went to the garden.\"I thought,\" pursued DOLLY, \"we might spend the time in discussing the\ncritics.\"\"I shall be delighted, if in doing that we shall dismiss the reporter.\"It's from a Scotch paper--Scottish?'The sketches are both lively and elegant, and\ntheir lightness is just what people want in the warm weather.'\"\"It's a satisfaction to think that even our little breezes are a source\nof cool comfort to our fellow-creatures.\"'It's a book which tempts the reader----'\"\n\n\"It must have been something you said.\"\"'----a book which tempts the reader to peruse from end to end when once\nhe picks it up.'\"\"'Read at a Sitting: A Study in Colour.'\"Sandra went back to the hallway.\"Thank you, Lady MICKLEHAM,\" said I.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.\"_Litera scripta manet._\"\n\n\"You are not the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Mr.CARTER, and you must\nbreak yourself of the habit.\"Mary went back to the garden.Mary travelled to the hallway.John went to the garden.Sandra travelled to the garden.CARTER, the hero or reporter----'\"\n\n\"It's a calumny.Daniel went to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.'Reporter of these polite conversations, we confess we\nhave no particular liking.'\"\"If you assure me you did not write this yourself, Lady MICKLEHAM, I\ncare not who did.\"John took the football there.Daniel grabbed the milk there.BROWN,\" said DOLLY, in a most becoming frown,\n\"must _on no account_ go down.\"\"When you have finished intimidating the Press, perhaps you\nwill finish the extract.\"\"'His cynicism,'\" she read, \"'is too strained to commend him to\nordinary mortals----'\"\n\n\"No one would ever accuse you of being in that category.\"\"'----but his wit is undeniable, and his impudence delicious.'John discarded the football.I knew the next sentence\ncommenced--\"As for DOLLY, Lady MICKLEHAM, she outdoes all the\nrevolted daughters of feminine fiction.\"ARCHIE'S voice was heard,\nsaying, \"DOLLY, haven't you finished that Dialogue yet?Sandra went to the kitchen.It'll take us an hour to drive there.\"So it had been all arranged, and ARCHIE knew for what I had been\nsummoned.DOLLY sent the Dialogue to the only\npaper which I happen to edit.But the\nfact that she sent it may possibly explain why I have found it so\neasy to give this account of what happened on that afternoon when\nI sent the two telegrams.*       *       *       *       *\n\nThe Cry of Chaos.\"_Vive l'Anarch", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "_Did_ Anarchy live soon would Anarchists die.Daniel took the apple there.One truth lights all history, well understood,--\n  Disorder--like Saturn--devours its own brood.John moved to the office.*       *       *       *       *\n\n[Illustration: UNEARNED INCREMENT._Experienced Jock (during preliminary canter, to Stable-boy, who has\nbeen put up to make the running for him)._ \"NOW, YOUNG 'UN, AS SOON AS\nWE'RE OFF, YOU GO TO WORK AND MAKE THE PACE A HOT 'UN!\"John moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom._Stable-boy (Irish)._ \"BEGORRA THIN OI'M THINKIN' IT'S MESELF _ROIDES_\nTHE RACE, AND YOU POCKETS ALL THE CREDIT O' WINNIN'!\"]*       *       *       *       *\n\n\"ROOM FOR A BIG ONE!\"HERBERT GLADSTONE, as First Commissioner of Works, informed\n    the house that 'no series of historical personages could be complete\n    without the inclusion of CROMWELL,' and though he had no sum at his\n    disposal for defraying the cost of a statue this year, Sir WILLIAM\n    HARCOURT, as Chancellor of the Exchequer, had promised to make the\n    necessary provision in the estimates for next year.\"--_Spectator._]\n\n  Room for the Regicide amongst our Kings?Horrible thought, to set some bosoms fluttering!The whirligig of time does bring some things\n   To set the very Muse of History muttering.Well may the brewer's son, uncouth and rude,\n   Murmur--in scorn--\"I hope I don't intrude!\"Sandra journeyed to the garden.Room, between CHARLES the fair and unveracious,--\n   Martyr and liar, made comely by VANDYKE,--\n  And CHARLES the hireling, callous and salacious?Strange for the sturdy Huntingdonian tyke\n  To stand between Court spaniel and sleek hound!Mary took the milk there.Surely that whirligig hath run full round!Mary put down the milk.Exhumed, cast out!--among our Kings set high!(Which were the true dishonour NOLL might question.)Mary went to the garden.Sandra grabbed the football there.John journeyed to the garden.The sleek false STUARTS well might shrug and sigh Make room--for\n      _him_?Sandra went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bathroom.O Right\n  Divine, most picturesque quaint craze, How art thou fallen upon evil\n      days!What will White Rose fanatics say to this?Stuartomaniacs will ye not come wailing;Sandra discarded the football.Daniel moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "To think that CHARLES the trickster, CHARLES the droll,\n   Should thus be hob-a-nobbed by red-nosed NOLL!Who thou mayst be\nI know not, nor how here below art come:\nBut Florentine thou seemest of a truth,\nWhen I do hear thee.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Daniel got the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.Know I was on earth\nCount Ugolino, and th' Archbishop he\nRuggieri.Why I neighbour him so close,\nNow list.Sandra went back to the hallway.That through effect of his ill thoughts\nIn him my trust reposing, I was ta'en\nAnd after murder'd, need is not I tell.Daniel put down the football there.What therefore thou canst not have heard, that is,\nHow cruel was the murder, shalt thou hear,\nAnd know if he have wrong'd me.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.A small grate\nWithin that mew, which for my sake the name\nOf famine bears, where others yet must pine,\nAlready through its opening sev'ral moons\nHad shown me, when I slept the evil sleep,\nThat from the future tore the curtain off.Sandra moved to the garden.Mary went back to the office.This one, methought, as master of the sport,\nRode forth to chase the gaunt wolf and his whelps\nUnto the mountain, which forbids the sight\nOf Lucca to the Pisan.With lean brachs\nInquisitive and keen, before him rang'd\nLanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi.After short course the father and the sons\nSeem'd tir'd and lagging, and methought I saw\nThe sharp tusks gore their sides.Mary moved to the kitchen.When I awoke\nBefore the dawn, amid their sleep I heard\nMy sons (for they were with me) weep and ask\nFor bread.John travelled to the bathroom.Right cruel art thou, if no pang\nThou feel at thinking what my heart foretold;\nAnd if not now, why use thy tears to flow?Mary moved to the office.Now had they waken'd; and the hour drew near\nWhen they were wont to bring us food; the mind\nOf each misgave him through his dream, and I\nHeard, at its outlet underneath lock'd up\nThe' horrible tower: whence uttering not a word\nI look'd upon the visage of my sons.Mary got the apple there.I wept not: so all stone I felt within.Daniel moved to the office.They wept: and one, my little Anslem, cried:\n\"Thou lookest so!Daniel got the milk there.Yet\nI shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day\nNor the next night, until another sun\nCame out upon the world.Mary went back to the garden.Daniel left the milk.When a faint beam\nHad to our doleful prison made its way,\nAnd in four countenances I descry'd\nThe image of my own, on either hand\nThrough agony I bit, and they who thought\nI did it through desire of feeding, rose", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down\nMy spirit in stillness.Mary went back to the bathroom.That day and the next\nWe all were silent.When we came\nTo the fourth day, then Geddo at my feet\nOutstretch'd did fling him, crying, 'Hast no help\nFor me, my father!'Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary went back to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.There he died, and e'en\nPlainly as thou seest me, saw I the three\nFall one by one 'twixt the fifth day and sixth:\n\n\"Whence I betook me now grown blind to grope\nOver them all, and for three days aloud\nCall'd on them who were dead.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Thus having spoke,\n\nOnce more upon the wretched skull his teeth\nHe fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone\nFirm and unyielding.John took the milk there.shame\nOf all the people, who their dwelling make\nIn that fair region, where th' Italian voice\nIs heard, since that thy neighbours are so slack\nTo punish, from their deep foundations rise\nCapraia and Gorgona, and dam up\nThe mouth of Arno, that each soul in thee\nMay perish in the waters!What if fame\nReported that thy castles were betray'd\nBy Ugolino, yet no right hadst thou\nTo stretch his children on the rack.For them,\nBrigata, Ugaccione, and the pair\nOf gentle ones, of whom my song hath told,\nTheir tender years, thou modern Thebes!Onward we pass'd,\nWhere others skarf'd in rugged folds of ice\nNot on their feet were turn'd, but each revers'd.There very weeping suffers not to weep;\nFor at their eyes grief seeking passage finds\nImpediment, and rolling inward turns\nFor increase of sharp anguish: the first tears\nHang cluster'd, and like crystal vizors show,\nUnder the socket brimming all the cup.Mary picked up the apple there.Now though the cold had from my face dislodg'd\nEach feeling, as 't were callous, yet me seem'd\nSome breath of wind I felt.John journeyed to the hallway.Sandra went to the office.\"Whence cometh this,\"\nSaid I, \"my master?Is not here below\nAll vapour quench'd?\"John journeyed to the garden.--\"'Thou shalt be speedily,\"\nHe answer'd, \"where thine eye shall tell thee whence\nThe cause descrying of this airy shower.\"Then cried out one in the chill crust who mourn'd:\n\"O souls so cruel!that the farthest post\nHath been assign'd you, from this face remove\nThe harden'd veil, that I may vent the grief\nImpregnate at my heart, some little space\nEre it congeal again!\"I thus replied:\n\"Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid;\nAnd if I extricate thee not, far down\nAs to the lowest ice may I descendMary put down the apple.Sandra went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra grabbed the football there.\"The friar Alberigo,\" answered he,\n\"Am I, who from the evil garden pluck'd\nIts fruitage, and am here repaid, the date\nMore luscious for my fig.\"--\"Hah!\"Sandra put down the football.I exclaim'd,\n\"Art thou too dead!\"John grabbed the apple there.--\"How in the world aloft\nIt fareth with my body,\" answer'd he,\n\"I am right ignorant.Sandra went to the hallway.John journeyed to the hallway.Such privilege\nHath Ptolomea, that ofttimes the soul\nDrops hither, ere by Atropos divorc'd.Mary grabbed the milk there.And that thou mayst wipe out more willingly\nThe glazed tear-drops that o'erlay mine eyes,\nKnow that the soul, that moment she betrays,\nAs I did, yields her body to a fiend\nWho after moves and governs it at will,\nTill all its time be rounded; headlong she\nFalls to this cistern.John journeyed to the garden.And perchance above\nDoth yet appear the body of a ghost,\nWho here behind me winters.Him thou know'st,\nIf thou but newly art arriv'd below.Sandra moved to the bathroom.The years are many that have pass'd away,\nSince to this fastness Branca Doria came.\"\"Now,\" answer'd I, \"methinks thou mockest me,\nFor Branca Doria never yet hath died,\nBut doth all natural functions of a man,\nEats, drinks, and sleeps, and putteth raiment on.\"is mixed\nwith cotton seed oil and allowed to stand for some time the oil assumes\na reddish color similar to that of freshly made tincture of myrrh.When\nthe liquor is mixed with olive oil, if the oil be pure, no such change\ntakes place.Noticing this change, it occurred to me that this would be\na simple and easy way to detect cotton seed oil when mixed with olive\noil.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.This change usually takes place after standing from twelve to\ntwenty-four hours.It is easily detected in mixtures containing five\nper cent., or even less, of the oils, and I am convinced, after making\nnumerous experiments with different oils, that it is peculiar to cotton\nseed oil.--_American Journal of Pharmacy_.John dropped the football.John discarded the apple.John got the apple there.*       *       *       *       *\n\n\n\n\nTHE FOOD AND ENERGY OF MAN.John picked up the football there.Daniel moved to the garden.[Footnote: From a lecture delivered at the Sanitary Congress, at\nNewcastle-on-Tyne, September 28, 1882.]DE CHAUMONT, F.R.S.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John discarded the football.Although eating cannot be said to be in any way a new fashion, it has\nnevertheless been reserved for modern times,Daniel travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "We must not,\nhowever, plume ourselves too much upon our superior knowledge, for\ninklings of the truth, more or less dim, have been had through all ages,\nand we are now stepping into the inheritance of times gone by, using the\nlong and painful experience of our predecessors as the stepping-stone\nto our more accurate knowledge of the present time.In this, as in many\nother things, we are to some extent in the position of a dwarf on the\nshoulders of a giant; the dwarf may, indeed, see further than the giant;\nbut he remains a dwarf, and the giant a giant.The question has been much discussed as to what the original food of man\nwas, and some people have made it a subject of excited contention.Daniel went to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Daniel went to the garden.The\nmost reasonable conclusion is that man is naturally a frugivorous or\nfruit-eating animal, like his cousins the monkeys, whom he still so\nmuch resembles.Mary moved to the hallway.This forms a further argument in favor of his being\noriginated in warm regions, where fruits of all kinds were plentiful.John moved to the bedroom.It\nis pretty clear that the resort to animal food, whether the result of\nthe pressure of want from failure of vegetable products, or a mere taste\nand a desire for change and more appetizing food, is one that took place\nmany ages ago, probably in the earliest anthropoid, if not in the latest\npithecoid stage.No doubt some advantage was recognized in the more\nrapid digestion and the comparative ease with which the hunter or fisher\ncould obtain food, instead of waiting for the ripening of fruits in\ncountries which had more or less prolonged periods of cold and inclement\nweather.Some anatomical changes have doubtless resulted from the\npractice, but they are not of sufficiently marked character to found\nmuch argument upon; all that we can say being that the digestive\napparatus in man seems well adapted for digesting any food that is\ncapable of yielding nutriment, and that even when an entire change is\nmade in the mode of feeding, the adaptability of the human system\nshows itself in a more or less rapid accommodation to the altered\ncircumstances.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Food, then, is any substance which can be taken into the body and\napplied to use, either in building up or repairing the tissues and\nframework of the body itself, or in providing energy and producing\nanimal heat, or any substance which, without performing those functions\ndirectly, controls, directs, or assists their performance.With this\nwide definition it is evident that we include all the ordinary articles\nrecognized commonly as food, and that we reject all substances\nrecognized commonly as poisons.Daniel grabbed the milk there.But it will also include such substances\nas water and air, both of which are essential for nutrition, but are not\nusually recognized as belonging to the list of food substances in the\nordinary sense.When we carry our investigation further, we find that\nthe organic substances may be again divided into two distinct classes,\nnamely, that which contains nitrogen (the casein), and those that do notDaniel discarded the milk.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.On ascertaining this, we are immediately struck with the remarkable fact\nthat all the tissues and fluids of the body, muscles (or flesh),\nbone, blood--all, in short, except the fat--contain nitrogen, and,\nconsequently, for their building up in the young, and for their repair\nand renewal in the adult, nitrogen is absolutely required.We therefore\nreasonably infer that the nitrogenous substance is necessary for this\npurpose.Experiment has borne this out, for men who have been compelled\nto live without nitrogenous food by dire necessity, and criminals on\nwhom the experiment has been tried, have all perished sooner or later in\nconsequence.When nitrogenous substances are used in the body, they\nare, of course, broken up and oxidized, or perhaps we ought to say more\naccurately, they take the place of the tissues of the body which wear\naway and are carried off by oxidation and other chemical changes.Now, modern science tell us that such changes are accompanied with\nmanifestations of energy in some form or other, most frequently in\nthat of heat, and we must look, therefore, upon nitrogenous food\nas contributing to the energy of the body in addition to its other\nfunctions.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.What are the substances which we may class as nitrogenous.In the first\nplace, we have the typical example of the purest form in _albumin_,\nor white of egg; and from this the name is now given to the class of\n_albuminates_.The animal albuminates are: Albumin from eggs, fibrin\nfrom muscles, or flesh, myosin, or synronin, also from animals, casein\n(or cheesy matter) from milk, and the nitrogenous substances from blood.1866\n\n_February_ 13.--Our brother James was married to-day to Louise\nLivingston James of New York City.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the office._February_ 20.--Our society is going to hold a fair for the Freedmen, in\nthe Town Hall.Susie Daggett and I have been there all day to see about\nthe tables and stoves._February_ 21.--Been at the hall all day, trimming the room.Mary picked up the football there.Backus came down and if they had not helped us we would\nnot have done much.Sandra went back to the hallway.Backus put up all the principal drapery and made\nit look beautiful._February_ 22.--At the hall all day.Daniel discarded the apple.We had\nquite a crowd in the evening and took in over three hundred dollars.Mary moved to the office.Charlie Hills and Ellsworth Daggett stayed there all night to take care\nof the hall.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.We had a fish pond, a grab-bag and a post-office.Anna says\nthey had all the smart people in the post-office to write the\nletters,--Mr.Morse, Miss Achert, Albert Granger and herself.Some one\nasked Albert Granger if his law business was good and he said one manSandra left the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra picked up the apple there._February_ 23.--We took in two hundred dollars to-day at the fair.George Willson if she could not\nwrite a poem expressing our thanks to Mr.Backus and she stepped aside\nfor about five minutes and handed us the following lines which we sent\nto him.We think it is about the nicest thing in the whole fair.Sandra put down the apple.\"In ancient time the God of Wine\n    They crowned with vintage of the vine,\n    And sung his praise with song and glee\n    And all their best of minstrelsy.The Backus whom we honor now\n    Would scorn to wreathe his generous brow\n    With heathen emblems--better he\n    Will love our gratitude to see\n    Expressed in all the happy faces\n    Assembled in these pleasant places.May joy attend his footsteps here\n    And crown him in a brighter sphere.\"Sandra moved to the bathroom.Daniel went to the kitchen._February_ 24.--Susie Daggett and I went to the hall this morning to\nclean up.We sent back the dishes, not one broken, and disposed of\neverything but the tables and stoves, which were to be taken away this\nafternoon.We feel quite satisfied with the receipts so far, but the\nexpenses will be considerable.In _Ontario County Times_ of the following week we find this card of\nthanks:\n\n_February_ 28.--The Fair for the benefit of the Freedmen, held in the\nTown Hall on Thursday and Friday of last week was eminently successful,\nand the young ladies take this method of returning their sincere thanks\nto the people of Canandaigua and vicinity for their generous\ncontributions and liberal patronage.Sandra went to the bedroom.John went to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.It being the first public\nenterprise in which the Society has ventured independently, the young\nladies were somewhat fearful of the result, but having met with such\ngenerous responses from every quarter they feel assured that they need\nnever again doubt of success in any similar attempt so long as\nCanandaigua contains so many large hearts and corresponding purses.But\nour village cannot have all the praise this time.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.S. D. Backus of New\nYork City, for their very substantial aid, not only in gifts and\nunstinted patronage, but for their invaluable labor in the decoration of\nthe hall and conduct of the Fair.Sandra took the milk there.But for them most of the manual labor\nwould have fallen upon the ladies.The thanks of the Society are\nespecially due, also, to those ladies who assisted personally with their\nsuperior knowledge and older experience.Sandra went to the office.Sandra moved to the bathroom.W. P. Fiske for his\nvaluable services as cashier, and to Messrs.Daggett, Chapin and Hills\nfor services at the door; and to all the little boys and girls who\nhelped in so many ways.The receipts amounted to about $490, and thanks to our cashier, theSandra put down the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.By order of Society,\n                                            Carrie C. Richards, Pres't.Emma H. Wheeler, Sec'y.Mary put down the football.Editor--I expected to see an account of the Young Ladies' Fair in\nyour last number, but only saw a very handsome acknowledgment by the\nladies to the citizens.John moved to the garden.John went to the bathroom.Your \"local\" must have been absent; and I beg\nthe privilege in behalf of myself and many others of doing tardy justice\nto the successful efforts of the Aid Society at their debut February\n22nd.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Gotham furnished an artist and an architect, and the Society did the\nrest.Mary got the football there.The decorations were in excellent taste, and so were the young\nladies.The skating pond was never in\nbetter condition.On entering the hall I paused first before the table\nof toys, fancy work and perfumery.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel got the apple there.Here was the President, and I hope I\nshall be pardoned for saying that no President since the days of\nWashington can compare with the President of this Society.John went back to the garden.Then I\nvisited a candy table, and hesitated a long time before deciding which I\nwould rather eat, the delicacies that were sold, or the charming\ncreatures who sold them.One delicious morsel, in a pink silk, was so\ntempting that I seriously contemplated eating her with a\nspoon--waterfall and all.[By the way, how do we know that the Romans\nwore waterfalls?Sandra moved to the hallway.Because Marc Antony, in his funeral oration on Mr.Caesar, exclaimed, \"O water fall was there, my countrymen!\"]At this\npoint my attention was attracted by a fish pond.I tried my luck, caught\na whale, and seeing all my friends beginning to blubber, I determined to\nvisit the old woman who lived in a shoe.--She was very glad to see me.I\nbought one of her children, which the Society can redeem for $1,000 in\nsmoking caps.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.The fried oysters were delicious; a great many of the bivalves got into\na stew, and I helped several of them out.Mary moved to the office.Delicate ice cream, nicely\n\"baked in cowld ovens,\" was destroyed in immense quantities.Daniel discarded the apple there.I scream\nwhen I remember the plates full I devoured, and the number of bright\nwomen to whom I paid my devours.Oh, no!--she was not even going to try to live with\nthem, she said resolutely and with set teeth to herself.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary went to the garden.They straggled into the kitchen now, and Lucinda was the only one of\nthem who said \u201cgood-morning\u201d to her.Jessica answered her greeting\nalmost with effusion, but", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "They stood\nabout the stove for a time, and then sat down to the bare kitchen table\nupon which the maternal slattern had spread a kind of breakfast.Jessica\ntook her place silently, and managed to eat a little of the bread,\ndipped in pork fat.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.The coffee, a strange, greasy, light-brown fluid\nwithout milk, she could not bring herself to touch.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John travelled to the bedroom.John got the apple there.Daniel moved to the garden.After this odious meal was over Samantha brought down a cheap novel, and\nensconced herself at the side of the stove, with her feet on a stick of\nwood in the oven.Sandra got the football there.The twins, after some protest, entered lazily upon\nthe task of plucking the turkey.Lucinda drew a chair to the window, and\nbegan some repairs on her bonnet.For sheer want of other employment,\nJessica stood by the window for a time, looking down upon this crude\nmillinery.Then she diffidently asked to be allowed to suggest some\nchanges, and Lucinda yielded the chair to her; and her deft fingers\nspeedily wrought such a transformation in the work that the owner made\nan exclamation of delight.John put down the apple.John got the apple there.John journeyed to the kitchen.At this the twins left their turkey to come\nover and look, and even Samantha at last quitted the stove and sauntered\nto the window with an exaggerated show of indifference.Sandra left the football.She looked on\nfor a moment, and then returned with a supercilious sniff, which scared\nthe twins also away.Daniel went back to the hallway.When the hat was finished, and Lucinda had tried it\non with obvious satisfaction, Jessica asked her to go for a little walk,\nand the two went out together.Sandra picked up the football there.There was a certain physical relief in escaping from the close and\nevil-smelling kitchen into the keen, clear cold, but of mental comfort\nthere was little.Sandra put down the football.The sister had nothing beyond a few commonplaces to\noffer in the way of conversation, and Jessica was in no mood to create\nsmall-talk.Sandra took the football there.She walked vigorously forward as far as the sidewalks were\nshovelled, indifferent to direction and to surroundings, and intent only\nupon the angry and distracting thoughts which tore one another in her\nmind.John dropped the apple.Daniel journeyed to the office.It was not until the drifts forced them to turn that she spoke.\u201cI always dread to get downright mad: it makes me sick,\u201d she exclaimed,\nin defiant explanation to the dull Lucinda, who did not seem to have\nenjoyed her walk.\u201cIf I was you, I wouldn\u2019t mind \u2019em,\u201d said the sister.Daniel got the milk there.\u201cYou just keep a stiff upper lip and tend to your own knitting, and\nthey\u2019ll be coming around in no time to get you to fix their bonnets for\n\u2019em.I bet you Samanthy\u2019ll have her brown plush hat toJohn went back to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "To-day\u2019s my last\nday in _that_ house, and don\u2019t you forget it!\u201d\n\nJessica spoke with such vehemence that Lucinda could only stare at her\nin surprise, and the town girl went excitedly on: \u201cWhen I saw father\nyesterday, I was almost glad I\u2019d come back; and you--well, you\u2019ve been\ndecent to me, too.John went to the bathroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the hallway.John got the football there.But the rest--ah-h!--I\u2019ve been swearing in my mind\nevery second since they came into the kitchen this morning.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.I started out crying at the d\u00e9p\u00f4t, and I cried\nthe best part of last night; but I\u2019ve got all through.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the office.John went back to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the garden.If there\u2019s got to be any more weeping, they\u2019re the ones that\u2019ll\ndo it!\u201d\n\nShe ground her teeth together as she spoke, as if to prevent a further\noutpouring of angry words.John journeyed to the bathroom.All at once she stopped, on some sudden\nimpulse, and looked her half-sister in the face.It was a long, intent\nscrutiny, under which Lucinda flushed and fidgeted, but its result was\nto soften Jessica\u2019s mood.John travelled to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.Mary took the apple there.She resumed the walk again, but with a less\nenergetic step, and the hard, wrathful lines in her face had begun to\nmelt.Daniel moved to the hallway.\u201cProbably there will be no need for any one else to weep,\u201d she said,\nashamed of her recent outburst.\u201cGod knows, _I_ oughtn\u2019t to want to make\nanybody unhappy!\u201d Then after a moment\u2019s silence she asked: \u201cDo you work\nanywhere?\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ve got a job at the Scotch-cap factory as long as it\u2019s running.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow much can you earn there?\u201d\n\n\u201cThree dollars a week is what I\u2019m getting, but they\u2019re liable to shut\ndown any time now.\u201d\n\nJessica pondered upon this information for a little.Mary went back to the office.Then she put\nanother question, with increased interest.John dropped the football.\u201cAnd do you like it at home,\nwith the rest of them, there?\u201d\n\n\u201cLike it?Mary dropped the apple.Yes, about as much as a cat likes hot soap.It\u2019s worse now a\nhundred times than it was when you lit out.Sandra journeyed to the garden.If there was any place to go\nto, I\u2019d be off like a shot.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, then, hereDaniel moved to the bedroom.John got the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "When I leave it, what\u2019s\nthe matter with your coming with me?And I\u2019ll look after\nyou.\u201d The girl\u2019s revolt against her new and odious environment had\ninsensibly carried her back into the free phraseology of her former\nlife.As this was equally familiar to Lucinda\u2019s factory-attuned ear, it\ncould not have been the slang expression at which she halted.But she\ndid stop, and in turn looked sharply into Jessica\u2019s face.Daniel moved to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Her own cheeks,\nred with exposure to the biting air, flushed to a deeper tint.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\u201cYou\nbetter ask Samantha, if that\u2019s your game,\u201d she said.\u201cShe\u2019s more in your\nline.I ain\u2019t on that lay myself.\u201d\n\nBefore Jessica had fairly comprehended the purport of this remark,\nher sister had started briskly off by herself.The town girl stood\nbewildered for a moment, with a little inarticulate moan of pained\nastonishment trembling on her lips.Then she turned and ran after\nLucinda.\u201cWait a minute!\u201d she panted out as she overtook her.Daniel went back to the kitchen.\u201cYou didn\u2019t\nunderstand me.You must spare half an hour, however, to pay your last\nvisit to the sick; but this will only tend to make you appreciate your\nease all the more when you have done.Daniel got the milk there.So the evening wears away, and by\nten o'clock you will probably just be sufficiently tired to enjoy\nthoroughly your little swing-cot and your cool white sheets.At sea, luncheon, or tiffin, is dispensed with, and you dine at\nhalf-past two.Not much difference in the quality of viands after all,\nfor now-a-days everything worth eating can be procured, in hermetically\nsealed tins, capable of remaining fresh for any length of time.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Daniel discarded the milk there.There is one little bit of the routine of the service, which at first\none may consider a hardship.You are probably enjoying your deepest, sweetest sleep, rocked in the\ncradle of the deep, and gently swaying to and fro in your little cot;\nyou had turned in with the delicious consciousness of safety, for well\nyou knew that the ship was far away at sea, far from rock or reef or\ndeadly shoal, and that the night was clear and collision very\nimprobable, so you are slumbering like a babe on its mother's breast--as\nyou are for that matter--for the second night-watch is half spent; when,\nmingling confusedly with your dreams, comes the roll of the drum; you\nstart and listen.There is a moment's pause, when birr-r-r-r it goes\nagain, and as you spring from your couch you hear it the third time.Sandra travelled to the hallway.And now you can distinguish the shouts of officers and petty officers,\nhigh over the din of the trampling of many", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra got the milk there.And you can't help feeling sorry there isn't a real\nenemy on the port bow, or either bow, as you hurry away to the cockpit,\nwith the guns rattling all the while overhead, as if a real live\nthunderstorm were being taken on board, and was objecting to be stowed\naway.John grabbed the apple there.John journeyed to the bathroom.So you lay out your instruments, your sponges, your bottles of\nwine, and your buckets of water, and, seating yourself in the midst,\nbegin to read `Midsummer Night's Dream,' ready at a moment's notice to\namputate the leg of any man on board, whether captain, cook, or\ncabin-boy.Another nice little amusement the officer of the watch may give himself\non fine clear nights is to set fire to and let go the lifebuoy, at the\nsame time singing out at the top of his voice, \"Man overboard.\"John discarded the apple.John journeyed to the garden.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.A boatswain's mate at once repeats the call, and vociferates down the\nmain hatchway, \"Life-boat's crew a-ho-oy!\"In our navy a few short but expressive moments of silence ever precede\nthe battle, that both officers and men may hold communion with their\nGod.The men belonging to this boat, who have been lying here and there\nasleep but dressed, quickly tumble up the ladder pell-mell; there is a\nrattling of oars heard, and the creaking of pulleys, then a splash in\nthe water alongside, the boat darts away from the ship like an arrow\nfrom a bow, and the crew, rowing towards the blazing buoy, save the life\nof the unhappy man, Cheeks the marine.And thus do British sailors rule the waves and keep old Neptune in his\nown place.CONTAINING--IF NOT THE WHOLE--NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH.Sandra went back to the garden.If the disposing, in the service, of even a ship-load of\nassistant-surgeons, is considered a matter of small moment, my disposal,\nafter reaching the Cape of Good Hope, needs but small comment.I was\nvery soon appointed to take charge of a gunboat, in lieu of a gentleman\nwho was sent to the Naval Hospital of Simon's Town, to fill a death\nvacancy--for the navy as well as nature abhors a vacuum.I had seen the\nbright side of the service, I was now to have my turn of the dark; I had\nenjoyed life on board a crack frigate, I was now to rough it in a\ngunboat.The east coast of Africa was to be our cruising ground, and our ship a\npigmy steamer, with plenty fore-and-aft about her, but nothing else; in\nfact, she was Euclid's definition of a line to a t, length without\nbreadth, and small enough to have done \"excellently well\" as a Gravesend\ntug-boat.Her teeth were five: namely, one gigantic cannon, a\n65-pounder, as front toothSandra left the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "With this armament we were to lord it with a high hand over the Indian\nOcean; carry fire and sword, or, failing sword, the cutlass, into the\nvery heart of slavery's dominions; the Arabs should tremble at the roar\nof our guns and the thunder of our bursting shells, while the slaves\nshould clank their chains in joyful anticipation of our coming; and best\nof all, we--the officers--should fill our pockets with prize-money to\nspend when we again reached the shores of merry England.Unfortunately,\nthis last premeditation was the only one which sustained disappointment,\nfor, our little craft being tender to the flag-ship of the station, all\nour hard-earned prize-money had to be equally shared with her officers\nand crew, which reduced the shares to fewer pence each than they\notherwise would have been pounds, and which was a burning shame.It was the Cape winter when I joined the gunboat.John journeyed to the bedroom.The hills were\ncovered with purple and green, the air was deliciously cool, and the\nfar-away mountain-tops were clad in virgin snow.It was twelve o'clock\nnoon when I took my traps on board, and found my new messmates seated\naround the table at tiffin.The gunroom, called the wardroom by\ncourtesy--for the after cabin was occupied by the lieutenant\ncommanding--was a little morsel of an apartment, which the table and\nfive cane-bottomed chairs entirely filled.Mary got the apple there.Snow filled the grass here, and the\nwind, keen, cutting, unhindered, came out of the desolate west with\nsavage fury; but the sun occasionally shone through the clouds with vivid\nsplendor.\"It is December now,\" shouted Wayland, as he put on his slicker\nand cowered low to his saddle.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"We will make it Christmas dinner,\" she laughed, and her glowing good\nhumor warmed his heart.As they rose, the view became magnificent, wintry, sparkling.The great\nclouds, drifting like ancient warships heavy with armament, sent down\nchill showers of hail over the frosted gold of the grassy <DW72>s; but\nwhen the shadows passed the sunlight descended in silent cataracts\ndeliriously spring-like.The conies squeaked from the rocky ridges, and a\nbrace of eagles circling about a lone crag, as if exulting in their\nsovereign mastery of the air, screamed in shrill ecstatic duo.The sheer\ncliffs, on their shadowed sides, were violently purple.Everywhere the\nlandscape exhibited crashing contrasts of primary pigments which bit into\nconsciousness like the flare of a martial band.The youth would have lingered in spite of the cold; but the girl kept\nsteadily on, knowing well that the hardest part of their journey was\nstill before them, and he, though longing to ride by her side, and to\nenjoy the views with her, was forced to remain in the rear in order to\nhurry the reluctant pack-animals forward.Mary moved to the office.They had now reached a point\ntwelve thousand feet above the sea, and range beyond range", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John took the apple there.To the east the park lay level as a floor and carpeted in tawny velvet.John dropped the apple.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.It was nearly two o'clock when they began to drop down behind the rocky\nridges of the eastern <DW72>, and soon, in the bottom of a warm and\nsheltered hollow just at timber-line, Berrie drew her horse to a stand\nand slipped from the saddle.Mary travelled to the kitchen.\"We'll rest here an hour,\" she said, \"and\ncook our grouse; or are you too hungry to wait?\"Sandra went back to the garden.John dropped the apple.\"I can wait,\" he answered, dramatically.John took the apple there.\"But it seems as if I had never\neaten.\"John dropped the apple.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"Well, then, we'll save the grouse till to-morrow; but I'll make some\ncoffee.You bring some water while I start a fire.\"John got the apple there.And so, while the tired horses cropped the russet grass, she boiled some\ncoffee and laid out some bread and meat, while he sat by watching her and\nabsorbing the beauty of the scene, the charm of the hour.\"It is exactly\nlike a warm afternoon in April,\" he said, \"and here are some of the\nspring flowers.\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel took the milk there.John discarded the apple.John moved to the kitchen.\"There now, sit by and eat,\" she said, with humor; and in perfectly\nrestored tranquillity they ate and drank, with no thought of critics or\nof rivals.They were alone, and content to be so.It was deliciously sweet and restful there in that sunny hollow on the\nbreast of the mountain.Daniel left the milk there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.The wind swept through the worn branches of the\ndwarfed spruce with immemorial wistfulness; but these young souls heard\nit only as a far-off song.Side by side on the soft Alpine clover they\nrested and talked, looking away at the shining peaks, and down over the\ndark-green billows of fir beneath them.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary got the football there.Mary discarded the football.John journeyed to the bathroom.Half the forest was under their\neyes at the moment, and the man said: \"Is it not magnificent!It makes me\nproud of my country.Just think, all this glorious spread of hill and\nvalley is under your father's direction.I may say under _your_\ndirection, for I notice he does just about what you tell him to do.\"Daniel travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"If I were a man I'd rather be\nSupervisor of this forest than Congressman.\"John moved to the garden.Mary went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the office.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel discarded the milk.\"Nash says you _are_ the Supervisor.I wonder if\nyour father realizes how efficient you are?John travelled to the bedroom.Does he ever sorrow over your", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"You're a good deal like a son to him, I imagine.You can do about all\nthat a boy can do, anyhow--more than I could ever do.Does he realize how\nmuch you have to do with the management of his forest?I really believe you _could_ carry on the work as well as\nhe.\"Daniel moved to the kitchen.John grabbed the football there.\"You seem to think I'm a district forester in\ndisguise.\"\"I have eyes, Miss Supervisor, and also ears--which leads me to ask: Why\ndon't you clean out that saloon gang?Landon is sure there's crooked work\ngoing on at that mill--certainly that open bar is a disgraceful and\ncorrupting thing.\"\"We've tried to cut out that saloon, but it can't be\ndone.You see, it's on a patented claim--the claim was bogus, of course,\nand we've made complaint, but the matter is hung up, and that gives 'em a\nchance to go on.\"\"Well, let's not talk of that.It's too delicious an hour for any\nquestion of business.I wish I could write\nwhat I feel this moment.Why don't we camp here and watch the sun go down\nand the moon rise?From our lofty vantage-ground the coming of dawn would\nbe an epic.\"\"We mustn't think of that,\" she protested.The wind in\nthe pines, the sunshine, the conies crying from their rocks, the\nbutterflies on the clover--my heart aches with the beauty of it.Even that staggering walk in the rain had its\nsplendid quality.I couldn't see the poetry in it then; but I do now.These few days have made us comrades, haven't they--comrades of the\ntrail?They are like steel, and yet they are feminine.\"John left the football there.\"I'm ashamed of my hands--they are so big and\nrough and dingy.\"\"They're brown, of course, and calloused--a little--but they are not big,\nand they are beautifully modeled.\"Mary journeyed to the hallway.\"I am\nwondering how you would look in conventional dress.\"\"I'd look like a gawk in one of those\nlow-necked outfits.I'd never dare--and those tight skirts would sure\n<DW36> me.\"You'd have to modify your stride a little; but\nyou'd negotiate it.You're the kind of American girl that can\ngo anywhere and do anything.My sisters would mortgage their share of the\ngolden streets for your abounding health--and so would I.\"John grabbed the milk there.\"You are all right now,\" she smiled.John travelled to the kitchen.\"You don't look or talk as you\ndid.\"He lifted a spread hand as if to clutch and hold\nsomething.\"I feel it soaking into me like some magical oil.No more\nmoping and whining for me.I've proved that hardship is good for me.\"\"Don't crow till you're out of the woods.Nason proposed with\npromptness, and his replies were consistent.\"I believe you, Harry,\" said the keeper, when he had finished his\nexamination.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.\"Somehow I couldn't believe you would do such a thing as\nset the squire's barn afire.\"Mary grabbed the football there.\"I wouldn't,\" replied Harry, warmly, and much pleased to find he had\nre-established the confidence of his friend.Mary put down the football.Daniel picked up the football there.The fact of your being with Ben Smart is almost\nenough to convict you.\"John travelled to the garden.Mary moved to the garden.John went to the office.\"I shouldn't have been with him, if I had known he set the barn\nafire.\"Mary got the milk there.\"I don't know as I can do anything for you, Harry; but I will try.\"Mary left the milk there.Nason left him, and Harry had an opportunity to consider the\ndesperate circumstances of his position.Daniel put down the football.It looked just as though he\nshould be sent to the house of correction.John went to the bedroom.He\nfelt his innocence; as he expressed it to the keeper afterwards, he\n\"felt it in his bones.\"Mary got the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the garden.It did not, on further consideration, seem\nprobable that he would be punished for doing what he had not done,\neither as principal or accessory.A vague idea of an all-pervading\njustice consoled him; and he soon reasoned himself into a firm\nassurance that he should escape unharmed.Mary discarded the milk.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel travelled to the office.He was in the mood for reasoning just then--perhaps because he had\nnothing better to do, or perhaps because the added experience of the\nlast twenty-four hours enabled him to reason better than before.Mary picked up the apple there.His\nfine scheme of getting to Boston, and there making a rich and great\nman of himself, had signally failed.Daniel put down the milk there.\"I have failed once, but I will try again,\" said he to himself, as the\nconclusion of the whole matter; and he picked up an old school book\nwhich lay on the table.Daniel got the milk there.The book contained a story, which he had often read, about a man who\nhad met with a long list of misfortunes, as he deemed them when they\noccurred, but which proved to be blessings in disguise.John travelled to the office.Sandra went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bathroom.\"Oft from apparent ills our blessings rise,\n     Act well your part; there all the honor lies.\"Mary went to the garden.This couplet from the school books came to his aid, also; and he\nproceeded to make an application of this wisdom to his own mishaps.Daniel discarded the milk.Daniel got the milk there.\"Suppose I had gone on with Ben.Mary went to the office.John went back to the hallway.He is a miserable fellow,\" thought\nHarry; \"he would have led me into all manner of wickedness.John moved to the bathroom.I ought\nnot to have gone with him, orJohn went back to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel dropped the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the garden.He might\nhave made a thief and a robber of me.I know I ain't any better than I\nshould be; but I don't believe I'm as bad as he is.At any rate, I\nwouldn't set a barn afire.It is all for the best, just as the parson\nsays when anybody dies.By this scrape I have got clear of Ben, and\nlearned a lesson that I won't forget in a hurry.\"Mary went to the garden.Harry was satisfied with this logic, and really believed that\nsomething which an older and more devout person would have regarded as\na special providence had interposed to save him from a life of infamy\nand wickedness.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.It was a blessed experience, and his thoughts were\nvery serious and earnest.Sandra got the milk there.In the afternoon Squire Walker came down to the poorhouse to subject\nHarry to a preliminary examination.Ben Smart had not been taken, and\nthe pursuers had abandoned the chase.Mary travelled to the office.\"Boy,\" said the squire, when Harry was brought before him; \"look at\nme.\"Harry looked at the overseer with all his might.He had got far enough\nto despise the haughty little great man.Mary took the apple there.A taste of freedom had\nenlarged his ideas and developed his native independence, so that he\ndid not quail, as the squire intended he should; on the contrary, his\neyes snapped with the earnestness of his gaze.With an honest and just\nman, his unflinching eye would have been good evidence in his favor;\nbut the pompous overseer wished to awe him, rather than get at the\nsimple truth.Mary left the apple.\"You set my barn on fire,\" continued the squire.\"I did not,\" replied Harry, firmly.He had often read, and heard read, that passage of Scripture which\nsays, \"Let your communication be Yea, yea, Nay, nay; for whatsoever is\nmore than these cometh of evil.\"Just then he felt the truth of the\ninspired axiom.Sandra discarded the milk there.It seemed just as though any amount of violent\nprotestations would not help him; and though the squire repeated the\ncharge half a dozen times, he only replied with his firm and simple\ndenial.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John went back to the kitchen.Then Squire Walker called his hired man, upon whose evidence he\ndepended for the conviction of the little incendiary.Sandra went to the office.asked the squire, pointing to Harry.John moved to the garden.Mary picked up the apple there.John picked up the milk there.\"No, sir; it was a bigger boy than that,\" replied John, without\nhesitation.\"It must be that this is the boy,\" persisted the squire, evidently\nmuch disappointed by the testimony of the man.\"I am certain it was a bigger boy than this.\"Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"I feel pretty clear about it, Mr.John went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the hallway.\"You\nsee, this boy was mad, yesterday", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "My barn is burned, and it stands to reason he burned\nit.\"\"But I saw the boy round the barn night afore last,\" interposed John,\nwho was certainly better qualified to be a justice of the peace than\nhis employer.\"I know that; but the barn wasn't burned till last night.\"\"But Harry couldn't have had any grudge against you night before\nlast,\" said Mr.John took the football there.\"I don't know about that,\" mused the squire, who was apparently trying\nto reconcile the facts to his theory, rather than the theory to the\nfacts.John, the hired man, lived about three miles from the squire's house.His father was very sick; and he had been home every evening for a\nweek, returning between ten and eleven.On the night preceding the\nfire, he had seen a boy prowling round the barn, who ran away at his\napproach.The next day, he found a pile of withered grass, dry sticks,\nand other combustibles heaped against a loose board in the side of the\nbarn.He had informed the squire of the facts, but the worthy justice\ndid not consider them of much moment.John moved to the bedroom.John discarded the football.Probably Ben had intended to burn the barn then, but had been\nprevented from executing his purpose by the approach of the hired man.Sandra went to the bedroom.\"This must be the boy,\" added the squire.\"He had on a sack coat, and was bigger than this boy,\" replied John.\"Harry has no sack coat,\" put in Mr.Nason, eagerly catching at his\nevidence.\"It is easy to be mistaken in the night.Search him, and see if there\nare any matches about him.\"Undoubtedly this was a very brilliant suggestion of the squire's muddy\nintellect--as though every man who carried matches was necessarily an\nincendiary.Aye, it was\nthe lie, posing as the Lord of creation, which had formed its false\nman out of the dust of the ground, and had forced it upon the\nacceptance of mankind!John took the football there.Jose turned back and read the whole of the\nfirst chapter of Genesis, where he felt that he stood upon truth.The tapers on the altar flickered fitfully.The disturbed bats\nblundered among the rafters overhead.Outside, the dusty roads burned\nwith a white glare.Within, he and the people were worshiping God.John dropped the football.\"God is a spirit, and they that worship Him must\nworship Him in spirit and in truth.\"Jose recited the Nicene creed, with the thought that its man-made\nfetters had bound the Christian world for dreary centuries.Then, the\nPreface and Canon concluded, he pronounced the solemn words of\nconsecration which turned the bread and wine before him into the flesh\nand blood of Christ Jesus.Sandra took the football there.He looked at the wafer and the chalice long\nand earnestly.He--Jose de Rincon--mortal, human, a weakling among\nweaklings--could he command God by his \"_Hoc est enim corpus meum_\" to\ndescend from heaven toSandra left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Could he so invoke the power of the\nChrist as to change bread and wine into actual flesh and blood?Sandra travelled to the bathroom.And\nyet, with all the priestly powers which Holy Church had conferred upon\nhim, he could not heal a single bodily ill, nor avert one human\nmisfortune!John travelled to the office.Well have you avenged yourself upon those who wrought\nyour fall, for in the death conflict you left the taint of your\npaganism upon them, and it endures in their sons even to this fair\nday!Jose deferred his sermon until the close of the service.He wanted\ntime to think over again what he could say to these simple people.John grabbed the apple there.They sat before him, dull, inert, yet impressionable--bare of feet, or\nwearing hempen sandals, and clad in cheap cottons and calicos, with\nhere and there a flash of bright ribbon among the women, and\noccasionally a parasol of brilliant hue, which the owner fondly\nclasped, while impatiently awaiting the close of the service that she\nmight proudly parade it.A few of the men wore starched linen shirts,\nbut without collars.The Alcalde, with his numerous family, and the\nfamily of Don Felipe Alcozer, sat well in front.The former regarded\nJose expectantly, as the priest turned to deliver his simple sermon.\"My children,\" Jose began, \"when the good man whom we call the Saviour\nsent his disciples out into the world he told them to preach the\ngospel and heal the sick.Sandra took the football there.We have no record that he asked them to do\nmore, for that included his whole mission.And, as I believe myself to have been led to you, so I shall preach\nwhat I believe to be given me by the great Father of us all.Sandra dropped the football there.I shall\nteach you the Christ as I comprehend him.I would I could heal the\nsick as well.But the gift of healing which Jesus bestowed has been\nlost to mankind.\"Sandra took the football there.Then he\ncontinued:\n\n\"I am your servant, and your friend.Daniel moved to the bathroom.I want you to believe that\nwhatever I do in your midst and whatever I say to you follows only\nafter I have prayerfully considered your welfare.John journeyed to the kitchen.As time has passed I\nhave seemed to see things in a clearer light than before.What I may\nsee in the future I shall point out to you as you are able to\nunderstand me.To that end we must suffer many things to be as they\nare for the present, for I am learning with you.I shall give you a\nsingle thought to take with you to-day.Jesus once said, 'As a man\nthinketh, so is he.'Sandra travelled to the garden.I want you to remember that, if you would be well\nand happy and prosperous, you must think only about good things.Some\nday you will see why this is so.But go back now to your _fincas_ and\nyour fishing, to your little stores and your humble homes, firmly\nresolving never to thinkJohn put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "And pray for yourselves and me--\"\n\nHe looked off into the gloom overhead.Again he seemed to hear the Man\nof Galilee: \"Ask and ye shall receive.\"Mary went to the garden.\"And, my children--\"\n\nHe thought suddenly of Carmen and her visits to the shales.His face\nshone for a moment with a new light.\n\n\"--let your prayers be no mere requests that God will bless us, but\nrather let them be statements that He is infinite good, and that He\ncannot do otherwise than give us all we need.No, I ask not that you\nintercede for me; nor shall I do so for you.But I do ask that you\njoin with me in trying to realize that God is good; that He loves us\nas His dear children; and that He is daily, hourly pouring out His\ninexhaustible goodness upon us.John picked up the milk there.We shall all see that goodness when we\nlearn to think no evil.\"Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.His eyes rested upon Carmen as he spoke these last words.Then with a\nsimple invocation he dismissed the congregation.The Alcalde carried Jose off to dinner with him, much against the\ninclination of the priest, who preferred to be alone.John discarded the milk.But the Alcalde\nwas the chief influence in the town, and it was policy to cultivate\nhim.\"The blessed Virgin shows that she has not forgotten Simiti, Padre, by\nsending you here,\" said Don Mario, when they were seated in the shade\nof the ample _patio_.John journeyed to the bedroom.\"Yes, friend,\" with just a\ntrace of amusement in his voice.John got the football there.\"It was doubtless because of the\nVirgin that I was directed here,\" he replied, thinking of Carmen.\"Excellent advice that you gave the people, Padre; but it is not\nlikely they understood you, poor fools!Now if Padre Diego had been\npreaching he would have ranted like a windstorm; but he would have\nmade an impression.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the office.I am afraid soft words will not sink into their\nthick skulls.\"Dinner was served in the open, during which the Alcalde chattered\nvolubly.Jose knew that for\nsome time he had been edging toward the question.\"_Quien sabe, senor!_\" replied the priest, with a careless shrug of\nhis shoulders.he is old to prospect for gold--and alone, too!\"Daniel went back to the hallway.John put down the football.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"You are all alike when it\ncomes to money.Padre Diego was up to the same schemes; and before he\nleft he had a hat full of titles to mines.\"\"But I am not seeking to acquire mineral property!\"Mary picked up the milk there.exclaimed Jose\nwith some aspersion.Then you had nothing to do with Rosendo's trip?\"When the detachment of which my company formed part, marched through\nFuttehpore, it was rumoured that the Banda and Dinapore mutineers,\njoined by large bodies ofMary moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.Daniel took the apple there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.2, or Captain Cornwallis's company\nof the Ninety-Third, was left in the fort at Futtehpore to guard\nprovisions, etc., as that post had been greatly strengthened by a party\nof sappers and was formed into a depot for commissariat stores and\nammunition, which were being pushed on by every available mode of\nconveyance from Allahabad.We left Futtehpore on the 25th of October,\nand arrived at Cawnpore on the morning of the 27th, having marched the\nforty-six miles in two days.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bedroom.When we reached Cawnpore we found everything quiet, and Brigadier\nWilson, of the Sixty-Fourth Regiment, in command.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Wheeler's immortal\nentrenchment was deserted, but a much stronger one had lately been\nbuilt, or rather was still under construction on the right (the\nCawnpore) bank of the Ganges, to protect the bridge of boats crossing\ninto Oude.John journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.This place was constructed of strong and well-planned\nearthworks, and every available coolie in Cawnpore was at work, from\ndaylight till dark, strengthening the place.Daniel left the apple.Daniel got the apple there.John travelled to the office.Sandra discarded the milk.Bastions and ramparts were\nbeing constructed of every conceivable material, besides the usual\ngabions and fascines.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Bales of cotton were built into the ramparts, bags\nof every size and shape, soldiers' knapsacks, etc., were filled with\nearth; in brief, everything that could possibly hold a few spadefuls of\nearth, and could thereby assist in raising a defensive breast-work, had\nbeen appropriated for building the parapet-walls, and a ditch of\nconsiderable depth and width was being excavated.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra got the football there.Daniel put down the apple.On my recent visit to\nCawnpore I looked for this fort in vain.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Eventually I learned from\nColonel Baddeley that it was some time ago dismantled and converted into\nthe Government Harness and Saddlery Factory, the ramparts having been\nlevelled and the ditch filled in with earth.Mary moved to the bedroom.Mary grabbed the apple there.Mary put down the apple.The day before we reached Cawnpore, a strong column from Delhi had\narrived under command of Sir Hope Grant, and was encamped on the plain\nnear the spot where the railway station now stands.Sandra moved to the garden.Sandra left the milk.The detachment of\nthe Ninety-Third did not pitch tents, but was accommodated in some\nbuildings, on which the roofs were still left, near General WheelerSandra went to the kitchen.Sandra put down the football.John journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John took the apple there.My company occupied the _dak_ bungalow, which, on my\nrevisit to Cawnpore, appeared to me to have given place to the present\nVictoria Hotel.After a few hours' rest, we were allowed to go out in parties of ten or\ntwelve to visit the horrid scene of the recent treachery and massacre.The first place my party reached was General Wheeler's so-called\nentrenchment, the ramparts of which at the highest places did not exceed\nfour feet, and were so thin that at the top they could never have been\nbullet-proof!John dropped the apple.Daniel went back to the bathroom.The entrenchment and the barracks inside of it were\ncomplete ruins, and the only wonder about it was how the small force\ncould have held out so long.John grabbed the apple there.Mary travelled to the kitchen.In the rooms of the building were still\nlying strewn about the remains of articles of women's and children's\nclothing, broken toys, torn pictures, books, pieces of music, etc.Sandra went back to the garden.Among\nthe books, I picked up a New Testament in Gaelic, but without any name\non it.John dropped the apple.John took the apple there.All the blank leaves had been torn out, and at the time I formed\nthe opinion that they had been used for gun-waddings, because, close\nbeside the Testament, there was a broken single-barrelled duck gun,\nwhich had evidently been smashed by a 9-pounder shot lying near.I\nannexed the Testament as a relic, and still have it.John dropped the apple.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.John got the apple there.The Psalms and\nParaphrases in Gaelic verses are complete, but the first chapter of\nMatthew and up to the middle of the seventh verse of the second chapter\nare wanting.The Testament must have belonged to some Scotch Highlander\nin the garrison.I have more than once thought of sending it home to the\nHighland Society as a relic of the Mutiny.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel took the milk there.John discarded the apple.From the entrenchment we went to the Suttee Chowrah _ghat_, where the\ndoomed garrison were permitted to embark in the boats in which they were\nmurdered, and traces of the treachery were still very plain, many\nskeletons, etc., lying about unburied among the bushes.John moved to the kitchen.We then went to see the slaughter-house in which the unfortunate women\nand children had been barbarously murdered, and the well into which\ntheir mangled bodies were afterwards flung.Daniel left the milk there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Our guide was a native of\nthe ordinary camp-follower class, who could speak intelligible\nbarrack-room English.Sandra journeyed to the garden.He told us that he had been born in a battery of\nEuropean artillery, in which his forefathers had been shoeblacks for\nunknown generations, and his name, he stated, was \"Peshawarie,\" because\nhe hadMary got the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the office.He claimed to have been in Sir Hugh Wheeler's entrenchment with the\nartillery all the time of the siege, and to have had a narrow escape of\nhis life at the last.He told us a story which I have never seen\nmentioned elsewhere, that the Nana Sahib, through a spy, tried to bribe\nthe commissariat bakers who had remained with the English to put arsenic\ninto the bread, which they refused to do, and that after the massacre of\nthe English at the _ghat_ the Nana had these bakers taken and put alive\ninto their own ovens, and there cooked and thrown to the pigs.John moved to the bedroom.Daniel took the football there.Mary moved to the hallway.These\nbakers were Mahommedans.Of course, I had no means of testing the truth\nof this statement.Mary moved to the kitchen.Daniel left the football there.[3] Our guide showed no desire to minimise the horrors\nof the massacre and the murders to which he said he had been an\neye-witness.However, from the traces, still too apparent, the bare\nfacts, without exaggeration, must have been horrible enough.Daniel got the football there.Asaph) at\nhis house in Leicester Fields, now going to reside in his diocese.Mary moved to the hallway.Brisbane's, Secretary to the Admiralty,\na learned and industrious person, whither came Dr.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.John went back to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Burnet, to thank me\nfor some papers I had contributed toward his excellent \"History of the\nReformation.\"Daniel travelled to the hallway.[Sidenote: LONDON]\n\n26th April, 1681.Sandra went back to the kitchen.I dined at Don Pietro Ronquillo's, the Spanish\nAmbassador, at Wild House, who used me with extraordinary civility.The\ndinner was plentiful, half after the Spanish, half after the English\nway.Daniel moved to the office.After dinner, he led me into his bedchamber, where we fell into a\nlong discourse concerning religion.Though he was a learned man in\npolitics, and an advocate, he was very ignorant in religion, and unable\nto defend any point of controversy; he was, however, far from being\nfierce.Sandra went to the office.Daniel grabbed the apple there.At parting, he earnestly wished me to apply humbly to the\nblessed virgin to direct me, assuring me that he had known divers who\nhad been averse from the Roman Catholic religion, wonderfully\nenlightened and convinced by her intercession.Sandra went to the bathroom.Daniel took the milk there.He importuned me to come\nand visit him often.Came to dine with me Sir William Fermor, of\nNorthamptonshire, and Sir Christopher Wren, his Majesty's architect and\nsurveyor, now building the Cathedral of St.Paul, and the column in\nmemory of the city's conflagration, and was in hand with the building of\nfifty parish churches.Daniel dropped the apple.Came my Lady Sunderland, to desire that I wouldJohn travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary grabbed the milk there.John picked up the apple there.Mary went to the bathroom.I excused myself all I was able; for the\ntruth is, I was afraid he would prove an extravagant man: for, though a\nyouth of extraordinary parts, and had an excellent education to render\nhim a worthy man, yet his early inclinations to extravagance made me\napprehensive, that I should not serve Sir Stephen by proposing it, like\na friend; this being now his only daughter, well-bred, and likely to\nreceive a large share of her father's opulence.Lord Sunderland was much\nsunk in his estate by gaming and other prodigalities, and was now no\nlonger Secretary of State, having fallen into displeasure of the King\nfor siding with the Commons about the succession; but which, I am\nassured, he did not do out of his own inclination, or for the\npreservation of the Protestant religion, but by mistaking the ability of\nthe party to carry it.Daniel moved to the garden.However, so earnest and importunate was the\nCountess, that I did mention it to Sir Stephen, who said it was too\ngreat an honor, that his daughter was very young, as well as my Lord,\nand he was resolved never to marry her without the parties' mutual\nliking; with other objections which I neither would or could contradict.John put down the apple.Mary left the milk.He desired me to express to the Countess the great sense he had of the\nhonor done him, that his daughter and her son were too young, that he\nwould do nothing without her liking, which he did not think her capable\nof expressing judiciously, till she was sixteen or seventeen years of\nage, of which she now wanted four years, and that I would put it off as\ncivilly as I could.Our new curate preached, a pretty hopeful young man, yet\nsomewhat raw, newly come from college, full of Latin sentences, which in\ntime will wear off.There came to visit me Sir William Walter and Sir John\nElowes: and the next day, the Earl of Kildare, a young gentleman related\nto my wife, and other company.John went to the bathroom.There had scarce fallen any rain since\nChristmas.Daniel went back to the kitchen.I went to Hampton Court, when the Surrey gentlemen\npresented their addresses to his Majesty, whose hand I kissed,\nintroduced by the Duke of Albemarle.Mary picked up the milk there.Being at the Privy Council, I took\nanother occasion of discoursing with Sir Stephen Fox about his daughter\nand to revive that business, and at least brought it to this: That in\ncase the young people liked one the other, after four years, he first\ndesiring to see a particular of my Lord's present estate if I could\ntransmit it to him privately, he would make her portion L14,000, though\nto all appearance he might likely make it L50,000 as easily, his eldest\nson having no child and growing very corpulent.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Mary left the milk.It still continued so great a drought as had never been\nknown in England, and itMary went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "No sermon this afternoon, which I think did not\nhappen twice in this parish these thirty years; so gracious has God been\nto it, and indeed to the whole nation: God grant that we abuse not this\ngreat privilege either by our wantonness, schism, or unfaithfulness,\nunder such means as he has not favored any other nation under Heaven\nbesides![Sidenote: WOTTON]\n\n23d August, 1681.I went to Wotton, and, on the following day, was\ninvited to Mr.Daniel got the football there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Denzil Onslow's at his seat at Purford, where was much\ncompany, and such an extraordinary feast, as I had hardly seen at any\ncountry gentleman's table.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra went to the bathroom.What made it more remarkable was, that there\nwas not anything save what his estate about it did afford; as venison,\nrabbits, hares, pheasants, partridges, pigeons, quails, poultry, all\nsorts of fowl in season from his own decoy near his house, and all sorts\nof fresh fish.Mary went back to the bedroom.After dinner we went to see sport at the decoy, where I\nnever saw so many herons.Daniel left the football.The seat stands on a flat, the ground pasture, rarely watered, and\nexceedingly improved since Mr.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Macloud threw away his cigarette and lit another before he replied,\nthen he shook his head.Sandra moved to the hallway.\"Too much risk to ourselves,\" he said.\"Somebody would likely be killed\nin the operation, with the chances strongly favoring ourselves.I'd\nrather shoot them down from ambush, at once.\"\"That may require an explanation to a judge and jury, which would be a\ntrifle inconvenient.I'd prefer to risk my life in a fight.Then, if it\ncame to court, our reputation is good, while theirs is in the rogues'\ngallery.\"Think over it, while we're going to\nWashington and back; see if you can't find a way out.Either we must\njug them, securely, for a week or two, or we must arrest them.Daniel got the football there.On the\nwhole, it might be wiser to let them go free--let them make a try for\nthe treasure, unmolested.When they fail and retire, we can begin.\"\"Your last alternative doesn't sound particularly attractive to me--or\nto you, either, I fancy.\"\"This isn't going to be a particularly attractive quest, if we want to\nsucceed,\" said Croyden.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.\"Pirate's gold breeds pirate's ways, I\nreckon--blood and violence and sudden death.We'll try to play it\nwithout death, however, if our opponents will permit.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Such title, as\nexists to Parmenter's hoard, is in me, and I am not minded to\nrelinquish it without a struggle.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.I wasn't especiallyDaniel dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John went back to the garden.\"And the way out, according to your notion, is to be our own jailers,\nthink you?\"Daniel went to the bathroom.Daniel went to the hallway.\"Well, we can chew on it--the manner of\nprocedure is apt to keep us occupied a few hours.\"Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went to the garden.They took the next train, on the Electric Line, to Washington, Macloud\nhaving telephoned ahead and made an appointment with Senator\nRickrose--whom, luckily, they found at the Capital--to meet them at the\nMetropolitan Club for luncheon.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel discarded the football.Sandra picked up the football there.At Fourteenth Street, they changed to a\nConnecticut Avenue car, and, dismounting at Seventeenth and dodging a\ncouple of automobiles, entered the Pompeian brick and granite building,\nthe home of the Club which has the most representative membership in\nthe country.Macloud was on the non-resident list, and the door-man, with the memory\nfor faces which comes from long practice, greeted him, instantly, by\nname, though he had not seen him for months.Mary went back to the office.Macloud, Senator Rickrose just came in,\" he said.He was very tall, with a tendency\nto corpulency, which, however, was lost in his great height; very\ndignified, and, for one of his service, very young--of immense\ninfluence in the councils of his party, and the absolute dictator in\nhis own State.Inheriting a superb machine from a \"matchless\nleader,\"--who died in the harness--he had developed it into a well\nnigh perfect organization for political control.All power was in his\nhands, from the lowest to the highest, he ruled with a sway as absolute\nas a despot.His word was the ultimate law--from it an appeal did not\nlie.John picked up the apple there.he said to Macloud, dropping a hand on his\nshoulder.\"I haven't seen you for a long time--and, Mr.Croyden, I\nthink I have met you in Northumberland.I'm glad, indeed, to see you\nboth.\"said Macloud, a little later, when they had finished\nluncheon.\"I want to ask a slight favor--not political however--so it\nwon't have to be endorsed by the organization.\"\"In that event, it is granted before you ask.\"Have the Secretary of the Navy issue us a permit to camp on Greenberry\nPoint.\"\"Across the Severn River from Annapolis.\"Rickrose turned in his chair and glanced over the dining-room.Then he\nraised his hand to the head waiter.\"Has the Secretary of the Navy had luncheon?\"\"Yes, sir--before you came in.\"\"We would better go over to the Department, at once, or we shall miss\nhim,\" he said.\"Chevy Chase is the drawing card, in the afternoon.\"The reception hour was long passed, but the Secretary was in and would\nsee Senator Rickrose.He came forward to meet himJohn journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "said Rickrose, \"my friends want a permit to camp for\ntwo weeks on Greenberry Point.\"Daniel got the apple there.said the Secretary, vaguely--\"that's somewhere out\nin San Francisco harbor?\"Daniel dropped the apple.\"Not the Greenberry Point they mean,\" the Senator replied.\"It's down\nat Annapolis--across the Severn from the Naval Academy, and forms part\nof that command, I presume.It is waste land, unfortified and wind\nswept.\"Why wouldn't the Superintendent give you a\npermit?\"\"We didn't think to ask him,\" said Macloud.\"We supposed it was\nnecessary to apply direct to you.\"Mary moved to the bedroom.\"They are not familiar with the customs of the service,\" explained\nRickrose, \"and, as I may run down to see them, just issue the permit to\nme and party.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.The Chairman of the Naval Affairs Committee is inspecting\nthe Point, if you need an excuse.\"none whatever--however, a duplicate will be forwarded to the\nSuperintendent.Mary travelled to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.If it should prove incompatible with the interests of\nthe service,\" smiling, \"he will inform the Department, and we shall\nhave to revoke it.\"Mary went back to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.He rang for his stenographer and dictated the permit.When it came in,\nhe signed it and passed it over to Rickrose.Mary went to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the office.\"Anything else I can do for you, Senator?\"\"Not to-day, thank you, Mr.Mary picked up the football there.Van Bibber kept\njust behind him, and kept turning the question over in his mind as to\nwhat he ought to do.Mary put down the football.John travelled to the office.He felt very guilty as he passed each policeman,\nbut he recovered himself when he thought of the wife and child who lived\nin the West, and who were \"straight.\"asked Van Bibber, as he stood at the ticket-office window.Daniel went to the bathroom.Mary got the football there.\"Helena, Montana,\" answered the man with, for the first time, a look of\nrelief.Mary discarded the football.Van Bibber bought the ticket and handed it to the burglar.Daniel went back to the kitchen.\"I\nsuppose you know,\" he said, \"that you can sell that at a place down town\nfor half the money.\"\"Yes, I know that,\" said the burglar.Daniel picked up the football there.There was a\nhalf-hour before the train left, and Van Bibber took his charge into the\nrestaurant and watched him eat everything placed before him, with his\neyes glancing all the while to the right or left.John travelled to the bedroom.Then Van Bibber gave\nhim some money and told him to write to him, and shook hands with him.The man nodded eagerly and pulled off his hat as the car drew out of\nthe station; and Van Bibber came down town again with the shop girls and\nclerks going to work, still wondering if he had done the right thing.Daniel moved to the bedroom.He went to his rooms and changed his clothes", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He scanned first with polite interest the account of the dance\non the night previous and noticed his name among those present.John journeyed to the garden.With\ngreater interest he read of the fight between \"Dutchy\" Mack and the\n\"Black Diamond,\" and then he read carefully how \"Abe\" Hubbard, alias\n\"Jimmie the Gent,\" a burglar, had broken jail in New Jersey, and had\nbeen traced to New York.Sandra went to the office.There was a description of the man, and Van\nBibber breathed quickly as he read it.Sandra moved to the hallway.Mary went to the office.\"The detectives have a clew of\nhis whereabouts,\" the account said; \"if he is still in the city they are\nconfident of recapturing him.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra dropped the milk there.But they fear that the same friends who\nhelped him to break jail will probably assist him from the country or to\nget out West.\"\"They may do that,\" murmured Van Bibber to himself, with a smile of grim\ncontentment; \"they probably will.\"Then he said to the waiter, \"Oh, I don't know.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Some bacon and eggs and\ngreen things and coffee.\"Sandra got the milk there.John moved to the office.VAN BIBBER AS BEST MAN\n\n\nYoung Van Bibber came up to town in June from Newport to see his lawyer\nabout the preparation of some papers that needed his signature.He found\nthe city very hot and close, and as dreary and as empty as a house that\nhas been shut up for some time while its usual occupants are away in the\ncountry.As he had to wait over for an afternoon train, and as he was down town,\nhe decided to lunch at a French restaurant near Washington Square, where\nsome one had told him you could get particular things particularly well\ncooked.The tables were set on a terrace with plants and flowers about\nthem, and covered with a tricolored awning.There were no jangling\nhorse-car bells nor dust to disturb him, and almost all the other tables\nwere unoccupied.The waiters leaned against these tables and chatted in\na French argot; and a cool breeze blew through the plants and billowed\nthe awning, so that, on the whole, Van Bibber was glad he had come.Sandra travelled to the garden.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.There was, beside himself, an old Frenchman scolding over his late\nbreakfast; two young artists with Van <DW18> beards, who ordered the most\nremarkable things in the same French argot that the waiters spoke; and a\nyoung lady and a young gentleman at the table next to his own.Mary took the football there.Sandra discarded the milk.Daniel moved to the hallway.The young\nman's back was toward him, and he could only see the girl when the youth\nmoved to one side.She was very young and very pretty, and she seemed in\na most excited state of mind from the tip of her wide-brimmed, pointed\nFrench hat to the points of her patent-leather ties.She was strikingly\nwell-bred in appearance,", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"It wasn't my fault,\" he heard the youth say earnestly.John went back to the bedroom.\"How could I\nknow he would be out of town?Your\ncousin is not the only clergyman in the city.\"\"Of course not,\" said the girl, almost tearfully, \"but they're not my\ncousins and he is, and that would have made it so much, oh, so very much\ndifferent.\"Runaway couple,\" commented Van Bibber.Sandra picked up the apple there.Mary moved to the bedroom.Read about\n'em often; never seen 'em.He bent his head over an entree, but he could not help hearing what\nfollowed, for the young runaways were indifferent to all around them,\nand though he rattled his knife and fork in a most vulgar manner, they\ndid not heed him nor lower their voices.Sandra left the apple.\"Well, what are you going to do?\"John went back to the garden.said the girl, severely but not\nunkindly.\"It doesn't seem to me that you are exactly rising to the\noccasion.\"\"Well, I don't know,\" answered the youth, easily.Mary went back to the hallway.Nobody we know ever comes here, and if they did they are out of\ntown now.You go on and eat something, and I'll get a directory and look\nup a lot of clergymen's addresses, and then we can make out a list and\ndrive around in a cab until we find one who has not gone off on his\nvacation.We ought to be able to catch the Fall River boat back at\nfive this afternoon; then we can go right on to Boston from Fall River\nto-morrow morning and run down to Narragansett during the day.\"\"They'll never forgive us,\" said the girl.\"Oh, well, that's all right,\" exclaimed the young man, cheerfully.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel went back to the office.\"Really, you're the most uncomfortable young person I ever ran away\nwith.Sandra left the apple there.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra discarded the apple.One might think you were going to a funeral.Daniel went to the garden.You were willing\nenough two days ago, and now you don't help me at all.Sandra went back to the garden.he asked, and then added, \"but please don't say so, even if you are.\"To show the importance of water to animal life, we give the opinions\nof several travelers and scientific men who have studied the question\nthoroughly.John went back to the bedroom.The Camel, with his pouch for storing water, can go longer without\ndrink than other animals.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John went to the garden.He doesn't do it from choice, any more than\nyou in a desert would prefer to drink the water that you have carried\nwith you, if you might choose between that and fresh spring water.Sandra dropped the football.Major A. G. Leonard, an English transport officer, claims that Camels\n\"should be watered every day, that they can not be trained to do\nwithout water, and that, though they can retain one and a half", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Bryden, has observed\nthat the beasts and birds of the deserts must have private stores of\nwater of which we know nothing.Bryden, however, has seen the\nSand-Grouse of South America on their flight to drink at a desert pool.Daniel went to the hallway.\"The watering process is gone through with perfect order and without\novercrowding\"--a hint to young people who are hungry and thirsty at\ntheir meals.\"From eight o'clock to close on ten this wonderful flight\ncontinued; as birds drank and departed, others were constantly arriving\nto take their places.Mary moved to the office.I should judge that the average time spent by\neach bird at and around the water was half an hour.\"Sandra picked up the football there.Mary grabbed the milk there.To show the wonderful instinct which animals possess for discovering\nwater an anecdote is told by a writer in the _Spectator_, and the\narticle is republished in the _Living Age_ of February 5.The question\nof a supply of good water for the Hague was under discussion in Holland\nat the time of building the North Sea Canal.Some one insisted that\nthe Hares, Rabbits, and Partridges knew of a supply in the sand hills,\nbecause they never came to the wet \"polders\" to drink.Then one of the local engineers suggested that\nthe sand hills should be carefully explored, and now a long reservoir\nin the very center of those hills fills with water naturally and\nsupplies the entire town.All this goes to prove to our mind that if Seals do not apparently\ndrink, if Cormorants and Penguins, Giraffes, Snakes, and Reptiles seem\nto care nothing for water, some of them do eat wet or moist food, while\nthe Giraffe, for one, enjoys the juices of the leaves of trees that\nhave their roots in the moisture.None of these animals are our common,\neveryday pets.Mary got the apple there.If they were, it would cost us nothing to put water\nat their disposal, but that they never drink in their native haunts\n\"can not be proved until the deserts have been explored and the total\nabsence of water confirmed.\"--_Ex._\n\n\n\n\n  [Illustration: From col.CHICAGO COLORTYPE CO.,\n                 CHIC.Copyright by\n                 Nature Study Pub.Just how many species of Gulls there are has not yet been determined,\nbut the habits and locations of about twenty-six species have been\ndescribed.The American Herring Gull is found throughout North America,\nnesting from Maine northward, and westward throughout the interior on\nthe large inland waters, and occasionally on the Pacific; south in\nthe winter to Cuba and lower California.This Gull is a common bird\nthroughout its range, particularly coast-wise.Goss in his \"Birds of Kansas,\" writes as follows of the Herring\nGull:\n\n\"In the month of June, 1880, I found the birds nesting in large\ncommunities on the little island adjacent to Grand Manan;Sandra went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "It was an odd sight to see them on their nests or perched upon a limb,\nchattering and scolding as approached.\"In the trees I had no difficulty in finding full sets of their eggs,\nas the egg collectors rarely take the trouble to climb, but on the\nrocks I was unable to find an egg within reach, the 'eggers' going\ndaily over the rocks.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.I was told by several that they yearly robbed the\nbirds, taking, however, but nine eggs from a nest, as they found that\nwhenever they took a greater number, the birds so robbed would forsake\ntheir nests, or, as they expressed it, cease to lay, and that in order\nto prevent an over-collection they invariably drop near the nest a\nlittle stone or pebble for every egg taken.\"They do not leave their nesting grounds\nuntil able to fly, though, half-grown birds are sometimes seen on the\nwater that by fright or accident have fallen.The nests are composed\nof grass and moss.Sandra travelled to the office.Some of them are large and elaborately made, while\nothers are merely shallow depressions with a slight lining.Daniel travelled to the office.Three eggs\nare usually laid, which vary from bluish-white to a deep yellowish\nbrown, spotted and blotched with brown of different shades.In many\ncases where the Herring Gull has suffered persecution, it has been\nknown to depart from its usual habit of nesting on the open seashore.Sandra went to the kitchen.It is a pleasure to watch a flock of Gulls riding buoyantly upon the\nwater.They do not dive, as many suppose, but only immerse the head\nand neck.Sandra got the apple there.They are omnivorous and greedy eaters; \"scavengers of the\nbeach, and in the harbors to be seen boldly alighting upon the masts\nand flying about the vessels, picking up the refuse matter as soon as\nit is cast overboard, and often following the steamers from thirty\nto forty miles from the land, and sometimes much farther.\"John went to the garden.John grabbed the milk there.Mary took the football there.While we journey'd on\nToward the middle, at whose point unites\nAll heavy substance, and I trembling went\nThrough that eternal chillness, I know not\nIf will it were or destiny, or chance,\nBut, passing'midst the heads, my foot did strike\nWith violent blow against the face of one.weeping, he exclaim'd,\n\"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge\nFor Montaperto, wherefore troublest me?\"I thus: \"Instructor, now await me here,\nThat I through him may rid me of my doubt.The teacher paus'd,\nAnd to that shade I spake, who bitterly\nStill curs'd me in his wrath.\"What art thou, speak,\nThat railest thus on others?\"He replied:\n\"Now who art thou, that smiting others' cheeks\nThrough Antenora roamest, with such force\nAs were past suff'rance, wert thou living still?\"John discarded the milk.\"And I am living, to thy joy", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"The contrary of what I covet most,\"\nSaid he, \"thou tender'st: hence; nor vex me more.Ill knowest thou to flatter in this vale.\"Then seizing on his hinder scalp, I cried:\n\"Name thee, or not a hair shall tarry here.\"\"Rend all away,\" he answer'd, \"yet for that\nI will not tell nor show thee who I am,\nThough at my head thou pluck a thousand times.\"Now I had grasp'd his tresses, and stript off\nMore than one tuft, he barking, with his eyes\nDrawn in and downward, when another cried,\n\"What ails thee, Bocca?Sandra picked up the football there.Sound not loud enough\nThy chatt'ring teeth, but thou must bark outright?--\"Now,\" said I, \"be dumb,\nAccursed traitor!to thy shame of thee\nTrue tidings will I bear.\"--\"Off,\" he replied,\n\"Tell what thou list; but as thou escape from hence\nTo speak of him whose tongue hath been so glib,\nForget not: here he wails the Frenchman's gold.'Him of Duera,' thou canst say, 'I mark'd,\nWhere the starv'd sinners pine.'If thou be ask'd\nWhat other shade was with them, at thy side\nIs Beccaria, whose red gorge distain'd\nThe biting axe of Florence.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Farther on,\nIf I misdeem not, Soldanieri bides,\nWith Ganellon, and Tribaldello, him\nWho op'd Faenza when the people slept.\"John went to the garden.Mary went back to the bathroom.We now had left him, passing on our way,\nWhen I beheld two spirits by the ice\nPent in one hollow, that the head of one\nWas cowl unto the other; and as bread\nIs raven'd up through hunger, th' uppermost\nDid so apply his fangs to th' other's brain,\nWhere the spine joins it.Not more furiously\nOn Menalippus' temples Tydeus gnaw'd,\nThan on that skull and on its garbage he.\"O thou who show'st so beastly sign of hate\n'Gainst him thou prey'st on, let me hear,\" said I\n\"The cause, on such condition, that if right\nWarrant thy grievance, knowing who ye are,\nAnd what the colour of his sinning was,\nI may repay thee in the world above,\nIf that, wherewith I speak be moist so long.\"CANTO XXXIII\n\nHIS jaws uplifting from their fell repast,\nThat sinner wip'd them on the hairs o' th' head,\nWhich he behind had mangled, then began:\n\"Thy will obeying, I call up afresh\nSorrow past cure, which but to think of wrings\nMy heart, or ere I tell on't.But if words,\nThat I may utter, shall prove seed to bear\nFruit of eternal infamy to him,\nThe traitor whom I gnaw at, thou at once\nShalt see me speak and weep", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.Who thou mayst be\nI know not, nor how here below art come:\nBut Florentine thou seemest of a truth,\nWhen I do hear thee.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Know I was on earth\nCount Ugolino, and th' Archbishop he\nRuggieri.Why I neighbour him so close,\nNow list.Sandra got the apple there.That through effect of his ill thoughts\nIn him my trust reposing, I was ta'en\nAnd after murder'd, need is not I tell.What therefore thou canst not have heard, that is,\nHow cruel was the murder, shalt thou hear,\nAnd know if he have wrong'd me.Mary travelled to the bedroom.A small grate\nWithin that mew, which for my sake the name\nOf famine bears, where others yet must pine,\nAlready through its opening sev'ral moons\nHad shown me, when I slept the evil sleep,\nThat from the future tore the curtain off.John went to the hallway.This one, methought, as master of the sport,\nRode forth to chase the gaunt wolf and his whelps\nUnto the mountain, which forbids the sight\nOf Lucca to the Pisan.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary grabbed the milk there.John went to the kitchen.With lean brachs\nInquisitive and keen, before him rang'd\nLanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi.After short course the father and the sons\nSeem'd tir'd and lagging, and methought I saw\nThe sharp tusks gore their sides.Mary moved to the hallway.When I awoke\nBefore the dawn, amid their sleep I heard\nMy sons (for they were with me) weep and ask\nFor bread.Sandra discarded the apple.Right cruel art thou, if no pang\nThou feel at thinking what my heart foretold;\nAnd if not now, why use thy tears to flow?Mary left the milk.Now had they waken'd; and the hour drew near\nWhen they were wont to bring us food; the mind\nOf each misgave him through his dream, and I\nHeard, at its outlet underneath lock'd up\nThe' horrible tower: whence uttering not a word\nI look'd upon the visage of my sons.Mary took the milk there.I wept not: so all stone I felt within.They wept: and one, my little Anslem, cried:\n\"Thou lookest so!Yet\nI shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day\nNor the next night, until another sun\nCame out upon the world.When a faint beam\nHad to our doleful prison made its way,\nAnd in four countenances I descry'd\nThe image of my own, on either hand\nThrough agony I bit, and they who thought\nI did it through desire of feeding, rose\nO' th' sudden, and cried, 'Father, we should grieve\nFar less, if thou wouldst eat of us: thou gav'st\nThese weeds of miserable flesh we wear,\n\n'And do thou strip them offMary left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down\nMy spirit in stillness.That day and the next\nWe all were silent.When we came\nTo the fourth day, then Geddo at my feet\nOutstretch'd did fling him, crying, 'Hast no help\nFor me, my father!'There he died, and e'en\nPlainly as thou seest me, saw I the three\nFall one by one 'twixt the fifth day and sixth:\n\n\"Whence I betook me now grown blind to grope\nOver them all, and for three days aloud\nCall'd on them who were dead.Sandra picked up the milk there.Thus having spoke,\n\nOnce more upon the wretched skull his teeth\nHe fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone\nFirm and unyielding.I am quite sure it was only an accident.(_With great severity._) As a\nmatter of fact, the man only came to us this afternoon, but, after what\nhas happened, he shall not remain in my service another hour!I shall\ndismiss him to-night!John went back to the kitchen.Sandra got the apple there.Mary got the football there.Master _pays_ MONTAGU _the agreed fee for\n    his services for the evening.Mary went back to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.Curtain._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nTO A PHILANTHROPIST.You ask me, Madam, if by chance we meet,\n  For money just to keep upon its feet\n  That hospital, that school, or that retreat,\n                              That home.My doctor's fee\n  Absorbs too much.I cannot be\n  An inmate there myself; he comes to me\n                              At home.John went to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra discarded the apple.Do not suppose I have too close a fist.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Rent, rates, bills, taxes, make a fearful list;\n  I should be homeless if I did assist\n                              That home.Mary went back to the bathroom.I must--it is my impecunious lot--\n  Economise the little I have got;\n  So if I see you coming I am \"not\n                              At home.\"How I should be dunned\n  By tailor, hatter, hosier, whom I've shunned,\n  If I supported that schoolMary left the football.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "I'd help if folks wore nothing but their skins;\n  This hat, this coat, at which the street-boy grins,\n  Remind me still that \"Charity begins\n                              At home.\"Sandra travelled to the kitchen.*       *       *       *       *\n\nKiss versus Kiss.On the cold cannon's mouth the Kiss of Peace\n  Should fall like flowers, and bid its bellowings cease!--\n  But ah!that Kiss of Peace seems very far\n  From being as strong as the _Hotch_kiss of War!*       *       *       *       *\n\n[Illustration: QUALIFIED ADMIRATION._Country Vicar._ \"WELL, JOHN, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF LONDON?\"_Yokel._ \"LOR' BLESS YER, SIR, IT'LL BE A FINE PLACE _WHEN IT'S\nFINISHED_!\"]*       *       *       *       *\n\nPAGE FROM \"ROSEBERY'S HISTORY OF THE COMMONWEALTH.\"Punch's Compliments to the Gentleman who will have to design\n\"that statue.\"_)\n\n\"You really must join the Army,\" said the stern old Puritan to the Lord\nProtector.\"The fate of this fair realm of England depends upon the\npromptness with which you assume command.\"Sandra moved to the bathroom.He had laid aside his buff doublet, and had\ndonned a coat of a thinner material.John travelled to the bedroom.His sword also was gone, and\nhanging by his side was a pair of double spy-glasses--new in those\ndays--new in very deed.\"I cannot go,\" cried the Lord Protector at last, \"it would be too great\na sacrifice.\"John got the apple there.Daniel moved to the garden.\"You said not that,\" pursued IRETON--for it was he--\"when you called\nupon CHARLES to lose his head.\"Sandra got the football there.\"But in this case, good sooth, I would wish a head to be won, or the\nvictory to be by a head;\" and then the Uncrowned King laughed long and\nheartily, as was his wont when some jest tickled him.\"This is no matter for merriment,\" exclaimed IRETON sternly.John put down the apple.John got the apple there.\"OLIVER,\nyou are playing the fool.You are sacrificing for pleasure, business,\nduty.\"\"Well, I cannot help it,\" was the response.\"But mind you, IRETON, it\nshall be the last time.\"\"What is it that attracts you so strongly?John journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra left the football.What isDaniel went back to the hallway.Sandra picked up the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the bedroom.\"I will tell you, and then you will pity, perchance forgive me.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Daniel went to the garden.John travelled to the office.To-day\nmy horse runs at Epsom.Daniel left the apple.John travelled to the hallway.Then the two old friends grasped hands and parted.Sandra went to the office.One went\nto fight on the blood-stained field of battle, and the other to see the\nrace for the Derby.*       *       *       *       *\n\nON A CLUMSY CRICKETER.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went to the kitchen.At TIMBERTOES his Captain rails\n    As one in doleful dumps;\n  Oft given \"leg before\"--the bails,\n    Not bat before--the stumps.John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.Mary went back to the garden.Mary moved to the office.The Genevese Professor YUNG\n    Believes the time approaches\n  When man will lose his legs, ill-slung,\n    Through trams, cars, cabs, and coaches;\n  Or that those nether limbs will be\n    The merest of survivals.John went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the office.Daniel went back to the garden.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bathroom.The thought fills TIMBERTOES with glee,\n    No more he'll fear his rivals.Daniel picked up the football there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Daniel picked up the milk there.\"Without these bulky, blundering pegs\n    I shall not fail to score,\n  For if a man has got no legs,\n    He _can't_ get 'leg-before.'\"Daniel dropped the milk.*       *       *       *       *\n\nSITTING ON OUR SENATE.Daniel took the milk there.SIR,--It struck me that the best and simplest way of finding out what\nwere the intentions of the Government with regard to the veto of the\nPeers was to write and ask each individual Member his opinion on the\nsubject.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Accordingly I have done so, and it seems to me that there is a\nvast amount of significance in the nature of the replies I have\nreceived, to anyone capable of reading between the lines; or, as most of\nthe communications only extended to a single line, let us say to anyone\ncapable of reading beyond the full-stop.Lord ROSEBERY'S Secretary, for\nexample, writes that \"the Prime Minister is at present out of town\"--_at\npresent_, you see, but obviously on the point of coming back, in order\nto grapple with my letter and the question generally.Sandra went to the garden.Sir WILLIAM\nHARCOURT, his Secretary,Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went to the office.MORLEY \"sees no reason to alter his published\nopinion on the subject\"--_alter_, how readily, by the prefixing of a\nsingle letter, that word becomes _halter_!I was unable to effect\npersonal service of my letter on the ATTORNEY-GENERAL, possibly because\nI called at his chambers during the Long Vacation; but the fact that a\ncard should have been attached to his door bearing the words \"Back at 2\nP.M.\"Mary went to the bathroom.surely indicates that Sir JOHN RIGBY will _back up_ his leaders in\nany approaching attack on the fortress of feudalism!Sandra moved to the kitchen.John went to the bathroom.The narrow passage, hot, fetid, and blacker than the wholesome night\nwithout, crooked about sharp corners, that bruised the wanderer's hands\nand arms.Daniel went back to the hallway.Suddenly he fell down a short flight of slimy steps, landing\nin noisome mud at the bottom of some crypt.A trap, a suffocating well,\nhe thought; and rose filthy, choked with bitterness and disgust.Only\nthe taunting justice of Wutzler's argument, the retort _ad hominem_, had\nsent him headlong into this dangerous folly.He had scolded a coward\nwith hasty words, and been forced to follow where they led.Behind him, a door closed, a bar scraped softly into\nplace.Before him, as he groped in rage and self-reproach, rose a vault\nof solid plaster, narrow as a chimney.Daniel picked up the milk there.But presently, glancing upward, he saw a small cluster of stars\nblinking, voluptuous, immeasurably overhead.Sandra grabbed the football there.Their pittance of light, as\nhis eyesight cleared, showed a ladder rising flat against the wall.He\nreached up, grasped the bamboo rungs, hoisted with an acrobatic wrench,\nand began to climb cautiously.Above, faint and muffled, sounded a murmur of voices.John travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.CHAPTER XI\n\n\nWHITE LOTUS\n\nHe was swarming up, quiet as a thief, when his fingers clawed the bare\nplaster.The ladder hung from the square end of a protruding beam, above\nwhich there were no more rungs.Then, to his great relief, something blacker than the starlight gathered\ninto form over his head,--a slanting bulk, which gradually took on a\nfamiliar meaning.He chuckled, reached for it, and fingering the rough\nedge to avoid loose tiles, hauled himself up to a foothold on the beam,\nand so, flinging out his arms and hooking one knee, scrambled over and\nlay on a ribbed and mossy surface, under the friendly stars.Mary picked up the apple there.The outcast\nand his strange brethren had played fair: this was the long roof, and\nclose ahead rose the wall of some higher building, an upright blackness\nfrom which escaped two bits of light,--a right angle of hairbreadth\nlines,John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Here, louder,\nbut confused with a gentle scuffing of feet, sounded the voices of the\nrival lodge.Toward these he crawled, stopping at every creak of the tiles.Once a\nbroken roll snapped off, and slid rattling down the roof.He sat up,\nevery muscle ready for the sudden leap and shove that would send him\nsliding after it into the lower darkness.John went back to the hallway.It fell but a short distance,\ninto something soft.Daniel went back to the garden.Gradually he relaxed, but lay very still.John moved to the bedroom.Nothing\nfollowed; no one had heard.Daniel moved to the kitchen.He tried again, crawled forward his own length, and brought up snug and\nsafe in the angle where roof met wall.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel picked up the football there.The voices and shuffling feet\nwere dangerously close.Sandra took the milk there.He sat up, caught a shaft of light full in his\nface, and peered in through the ragged chink.Two legs in bright,\nwrinkled hose, and a pair of black shoes with thick white soles, blocked\nthe view.Sandra left the milk.Mary moved to the office.Sandra took the milk there.For a long time they shifted, uneasy and tantalizing.He could\nhear only a hubbub of talk,--random phrases without meaning.The legs\nmoved away, and left a clear space.Daniel moved to the garden.But at the same instant, a grating noise startled him, directly\noverhead, out of doors.The thin right angle of light spread instantly\ninto a brilliant square.With a bang, a wooden shutter slid open.Heywood lay back swiftly, just as a long, fat bamboo pipe, two sleeves,\nand the head of a man in a red silk cap were thrust out into the\nnight air.Sandra discarded the milk.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"_ sighed the man, and puffed at his bamboo.Heywood tried to blot himself against the wall.The lounger, propped on\nelbows, finished his smoke, spat upon the tiles, and remained, a pensive\nsilhouette.\"_ he sighed again; then knocking out the bamboo, drew in his\nhead.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Not until the shutter slammed, did Heywood shake the burning\nsparks from his wrist.In the same movement, however, he raised head and shoulders to spy\nthrough the chink.This time the bright-hosed legs were gone.He saw\nclear down a brilliant lane of robes and banners, multicolored, and\nshining with embroidery and tinsel,--a lane between two ranks of crowded\nmen, who, splendid with green and blue and yellow robes of ceremony,\nfaced each other in a strong lamplight, that glistened on their oily\ncheeks.Mary journeyed to the garden.Under the crowded rows of shaven\nforeheads, their eyes blinked, deep-set and expectant.Daniel went back to the bathroom.At the far end of\nthe loft, through two circular arches or giant hoops of rattan, Heywood\nat last descried a third arch, of swords; beyond this,", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "A tall man in dove-gray silk with a high scarlet turban moved athwart\nthe altar, chanting as he solemnly lifted one by one a row of symbols: a\nround wooden measure, heaped with something white, like rice, in which\nstuck a gay cluster of paper flags; a brown, polished abacus; a mace\ncarved with a dragon, another carved with a phoenix; a rainbow robe,\ngleaming with the plumage of Siamese kingfishers.All these, and more,\nhe displayed aloft and replaced among the candles.Daniel travelled to the hallway.When his chant ended, a brisk little man in yellow stepped forward into\nthe lane.\"O Fragrant Ones,\" he shrilled, \"I bring ten thousand recruits, to join\nour army and swear brotherhood.Sandra went to the office.Sandra moved to the hallway.Behind him, a squad of some dozen barefoot wretches, in coolie clothes,\nwith queues un-plaited, crawled on all fours through the first arch.Daniel got the football there.They crouched abject, while the tall Master of Incense in the dove-gray\nsilk sternly examined their sponsor.John went to the office.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.In the outer darkness, Heywood craned and listened till neck and\nshoulders ached.He could make nothing of the florid verbiage.With endless ritual, the crawling novices reached the arch of swords.Daniel put down the football there.They knelt, each holding above his head a lighted bundle of\nincense-sticks,--red sparks that quivered like angry fireflies.It is said that the inquisition was a mere farce; there\n   being no witnesses present except one lady passenger, who, with\n   commendable spirit, volunteered to lay over one day, to give in\n   her testimony.We also learn that, after the trial, the justice,\n   together with the prisoner and his counsel, were closeted in\n   secret session for more than two hours; at the expiration of\n   which time the judge resumed his seat upon the bench, and\n   discharged the prisoner!Now, we have no desire to do injustice toward any of the parties\n   to this singular transaction, much less to arm public sentiment\n   against an innocent man.Mary went back to the office.But we do affirm that _there is, there\n   must be_, some profound mystery at the bottom of this affair, and\n   we shall do our utmost to fathom the secret.Sandra got the football there.Yes, there is a secret and mystery connected with the disappearance of\nSummerfield, and the sole object of this communication is to clear it\nup, and place myself right in the public estimation.Daniel moved to the bedroom.But, in order to do\nso, it becomes essentially necessary to relate all the circumstances\nconnected with my first and subsequent acquaintance with Summerfield.Sandra left the football.To\ndo this intelligibly, I shall have to go back twenty-two years.It is well known amongst my intimate friends that I resided in the late\nRepublic of Texas for many years antecedent to myDaniel picked up the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the garden.During the year 1847, whilst but a boy, and residing on the\nsea-beach some three or four miles from the city of Galveston, Judge\nWheeler, at that time Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Texas, paid\nus a visit, and brought with him a gentleman, whom he had known several\nyears previously on the Sabine River, in the eastern part of that State.This gentleman was introduced to us by the name of Summerfield.Daniel went back to the bedroom.At that\ntime he was past the prime of life, slightly gray, and inclined to\ncorpulency.He was of medium height, and walked proudly erect, as though\nconscious of superior mental attainments.Mary went to the office.Mary went to the bedroom.His face was one of those\nwhich, once seen, can never be forgotten.Mary moved to the garden.John went to the hallway.The forehead was broad, high,\nand protuberant.Daniel went back to the kitchen.It was, besides, deeply graven with wrinkles, and\naltogether was the most intellectual that I had ever seen.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the bedroom.It bore some\nresemblance to that of Sir Isaac Newton, but still more to Humboldt or\nWebster.John went to the bathroom.Daniel went to the hallway.The eyes were large, deep-set, and lustrous with a light that\nseemed kindled in their own depths.Sandra left the football.In color they were gray, and whilst\nin conversation absolutely blazed with intellect.His mouth was large,\nbut cut with all the precision of a sculptor's chiseling.Daniel grabbed the milk there.John journeyed to the office.He was rather\npale, but, when excited, his complexion lit up with a sudden rush of\nruddy flushes, that added something like beauty to his half-sad and\nhalf-sardonic expression.Daniel got the apple there.A word and a glance told me at once, this is a\nmost extraordinary man.Judge Wheeler knew but little of the antecedents of Summerfield.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.He was\nof Northern birth, but of what State it is impossible to say definitely.Daniel discarded the apple.John went to the kitchen.Early in life he removed to the frontier of Arkansas, and pursued for\nsome years the avocation of village schoolmaster.John grabbed the apple there.It was the suggestion\nof Judge Wheeler that induced him to read law.In six months' time he\nhad mastered Story's Equity, and gained an important suit, based upon\none of its most recondite principles.Sandra journeyed to the garden.John left the apple.But his heart was not in the legal\nprofession, and he made almost constant sallies into the fields of\nscience, literature and art.He was a natural mathematician, and was the\nmost profound and original arithmetician in the Southwest.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.He frequently\ncomputed the astronomical tables for theSandra put down the football.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra got the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the apple there.He was also deeply read in metaphysics,\nand wrote and published, in the old _Democratic Review_ for 1846, an\narticle on the \"Natural Proof of the Existence of a Deity,\" that for\nbeauty of language, depth of reasoning, versatility of illustration, and\ncompactness of logic, has never been equaled.Daniel dropped the apple.The only other\npublication which at that period he had made, was a book that astonished\nall of his friends, both in title and execution.It was called \"The\nDesperadoes of the West,\" and purported to give minute details of the\nlives of some of the most noted duelists and blood-stained villains in\nthe Western States.John moved to the hallway.It is full of\nsplendid description and original thought.Daniel took the apple there.No volume in the language\ncontains so many eloquent passages and such gorgeous imagery, in the\nsame space.Daniel left the apple.His plea for immortality, on beholding the execution of one\nof the most noted culprits of Arkansas, has no parallel in any living\nlanguage for beauty of diction and power of thought.As my sole object\nin this communication is to defend myself, some acquaintance with the\nmental resources of Summerfield is absolutely indispensable; for his\ndeath was the immediate consequence of his splendid attainments.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.Of\nchemistry he was a complete master.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.He describes it in his article on a\nDeity, above alluded to, as the \"Youngest Daughter of the Sciences, born\namid flames, and cradled in rollers of fire.\"Daniel went back to the hallway.John picked up the apple there.If there were any one\nscience to which he was more specially devoted than to any and all\nothers, it was chemistry.John picked up the football there.Mary went to the garden.John left the apple.But he really seemed an adept in all, and\nshone about everywhere with equal lustre.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Mary moved to the office.Many of these characteristics were mentioned by Judge Wheeler at the\ntime of Summerfield's visit to Galveston, but others subsequently came\nto my knowledge, after his retreat to Brownsville, on the banks of the\nRio Grande.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.There he filled the position of judge of the District Court,\nand such was his position just previous to his arrival in this city in\nthe month of September of the past year.Mary journeyed to the garden.One day toward the close of last September, an old man rapped at my\noffice door, and on invitation came in, and advancing, called me by\nname.Mary moved to the office.Perceiving that I did not at first recognize him, he introduced\nhimself as Gregory Summerfield.After inviting him to a seat, I\nscrutinized his features more closely, and quickly identified him as the\nsame person whom I had met twenty-two years before.John picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.I not only admit this, I am ready to unite in groaning over the\nthreatened dangerJohn travelled to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the hallway.To one who loves his native language, who would\ndelight to keep our rich and harmonious English undefiled by foreign\naccent, foreign intonation, and those foreign tinctures of verbal\nmeaning which tend to confuse all writing and discourse, it is an\naffliction as harassing as the climate, that on our stage, in our\nstudios, at our public and private gatherings, in our offices,\nwarehouses, and workshops, we must expect to hear our beloved English\nwith its words clipped, its vowels stretched and twisted, its phrases of\nacquiescence and politeness, of cordiality, dissidence or argument,\ndelivered always in the wrong tones, like ill-rendered melodies, marred\nbeyond recognition; that there should be a general ambition to speak\nevery language except our mother English, which persons \"of style\" are\nnot ashamed of corrupting with slang, false foreign equivalents, and a\npronunciation that crushes out all colour from the vowels and jams them\nbetween jostling consonants.Mary moved to the office.Sandra picked up the football there.Mary grabbed the milk there.An ancient Greek might not like to be\nresuscitated for the sake of hearing Homer read in our universities,\nstill he would at least find more instructive marvels in other\ndevelopments to be witnessed at those institutions; but a modern\nEnglishman is invited from his after-dinner repose to hear Shakspere\ndelivered under circumstances which offer no other novelty than some\nnovelty of false intonation, some new distribution of strong emphasis on\nprepositions, some new misconception of a familiar idiom.Mary got the apple there.it is\nour inertness that is in fault, our carelessness of excellence, our\nwilling ignorance of the treasures that lie in our national heritage,\nwhile we are agape after what is foreign, though it may be only a vile\nimitation of what is native.Sandra went back to the hallway.John went to the office.This marring of our speech, however, is a minor evil compared with what\nmust follow from the predominance of wealth--acquiring immigrants, whose\nappreciation of our political and social life must often be as\napproximative or fatally erroneous as their delivery of our language.Sandra left the football there.John travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the kitchen.But take the worst issues--what can we do to hinder them?Daniel picked up the football there.Sandra went back to the office.Are we to\nadopt the exclusiveness for which we have punished the Chinese?Are we\nto tear the glorious flag of hospitality which has made our freedom the\nworld-wide blessing of the oppressed?Daniel moved to the bathroom.It is not agreeable to find\nforeign accents and stumbling locutions passing from the piquant\nexception to the general rule of discourse.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the bathroom.But to urge on that account\nthat we should spike away the peaceful foreigner, would be a view of\ninternational relations not in the long-run favourable to the interests\nof our fellow-countrymen; for we are at least equal to the races we call\nobtrusiveMary discarded the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary grabbed the milk there.John travelled to the bedroom.In meeting the national evils which are\nbrought upon us by the onward course of the world, there is often no\nmore immediate hope or resource than that of striving after fuller\nnational excellence, which must consist in the moulding of more\nexcellent individual natives.Mary went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.The tendency of things is towards the\nquicker or slower fusion of races.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.It is impossible to arrest this\ntendency: all we can do is to moderate its course so as to hinder it\nfrom degrading the moral status of societies by a too rapid effacement\nof those national traditions and customs which are the language of the\nnational genius--the deep suckers of healthy sentiment.John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.Such moderating\nand guidance of inevitable movement is worthy of all effort.And it is\nin this sense that the modern insistance on the idea of Nationalities\nhas value.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary moved to the garden.That any people at once distinct and coherent enough to form\na state should be held in subjection by an alien antipathetic government\nhas been becoming more and more a ground of sympathetic indignation; and\nin virtue of this, at least one great State has been added to European\ncouncils.Sandra took the football there.Nobody now complains of the result in this case, though\nfar-sighted persons see the need to limit analogy by discrimination.We\nhave to consider who are the stifled people and who the stiflers before\nwe can be sure of our ground.The only point in this connection on which Englishmen are agreed is,\nthat England itself shall not be subject to foreign rule.The fiery\nresolve to resist invasion, though with an improvised array of\npitchforks, is felt to be virtuous, and to be worthy of a historic\npeople.Because there is a national life in our veins.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.Because\nthere is something specifically English which we feel to be supremely\nworth striving for, worth dying for, rather than living to renounce it.Because we too have our share--perhaps a principal share--in that spirit\nof separateness which has not yet done its work in the education of\nmankind, which has created the varying genius of nations, and, like the\nMuses, is the offspring of memory.John went back to the kitchen.Mary discarded the milk there.Here, as everywhere else, the human task seems to be the discerning and\nadjustment of opposite claims.But the end can hardly be achieved by\nurging contradictory reproaches, and instead of labouring after\ndiscernment as a preliminary to intervention, letting our zeal burst\nforth according to a capricious selection, first determined accidentally\nand afterwards justified by personal predilection.\"And where is the king that is half so independent as we are?\"\"And kings we are,\" said Captain Flint; \"didn't they call the\nBuccaneers Sea Kings in the olden time?\"Daniel took the milk there.\"But this talking isn't getting our supper ready.Daniel left the milk.Where has thatMary went to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra got the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.The person here so coarsely alluded to, now made her appearance again,\nbearing a basket containing a number of bottles, decanters and\ndrinking glasses.She was not, to be sure, so very beautiful, but by no means so ugly as\nto deserve the epithet applied to her by Captain Flint.John journeyed to the bathroom.She was an Indian woman, apparently thirty, or thirty-five years of\nage, of good figure and sprightly in her movements, which circumstance\nhad probable gained for her among her own people, the name of\nLightfoot.John discarded the apple.She had once saved Captain Flint's life when a prisoner among the\nIndians, and fearing to return to her people, she had fled with him.It was while flying in company with this Indian woman, that Captain\nFlint had accidently discovered this cave.John journeyed to the garden.And here the fugitives had\nconcealed themselves for several days, until the danger which then\nthreatened them had passed.It was on this occasion that it occurred to the captain, what a place\nof rendezvous this cave would be for himself and his gang; what a\nplace of shelter in case of danger; what a fine storehouse for the\nplunder obtained in his piratical expeditions!He immediately set about fixing it up for the purpose; and as it would\nbe necessary to have some one to take charge of things in his absence,\nhe thought of none whom he could more safely trust with the service,\nthan the Indian woman who had shared his flight.From that time, the cave became a den of pirates, as it had probably\nat one time been a den of wild beasts.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the garden.Which was the better condition, we leave it for the reader to decide.The only other occupant of the cave was a <DW64> boy of about fourteen\nor fifteen years of age, known by the name of Black Bill.Sandra left the milk there.He seemed to be a simple, half-witted, harmless fellow, and assisted\nLightfoot in doing the drudgery about the place.\"What have you got in your basket, Lightfoot?\"John grabbed the milk there.\"Away with your wine,\" said the captain; \"we must have something\nstronger than that.John went back to the kitchen.Give us some brandy; some fire-water.\"In de kitchen fixin' de fire,\" said Lightfoot.\"All right, let him heat some water,\" said the captain; \"and now,\nboys, we'll make a night of it,\" he said, turning to his men.Daniel went to the garden.The place here spoken of by Lightfoot as the kitchen, was a recess of\nseveral feet in the side of the cave, at the back of which was a\ncrevice or fissure in the rock, extending to the outside of the\nmountain.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.This crevice formed a natural chimney through which the smoke could\nescape from the fire that was kindled under it.The water was soon heated, the table was covered with bottles,\ndecanters and glasses of the costliest manufacture.Cold meats of", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the hallway.Yes, the pirate and his crew were now seated round the table for the\npurpose as he said, of making a night of it.Mary moved to the kitchen.And a set of more perfect\ndevils could hardly be found upon the face of the earth.John grabbed the football there.And yet there was nothing about them so far as outward appearance was\nconcerned, that would lead you to suppose them to be the horrible\nwretches that they really were.John discarded the football.With the exception of Jones Bradley, there was not one among them who\nhad not been guilty of almost every crime to be found on the calender\nof human depravity.For some time very little was said by any of the party, but after a\nwhile as their blood warmed under the influence of the hot liquor,\ntheir tongues loosened, and they became more talkative.And to hear\nthem, you would think that a worthier set of men were no where to be\nfound.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Not that they pretended to any extraordinary degree of virtue, but\nthen they had as much as anyone else.Sandra picked up the milk there.And he who pretended to any\nmore, was either a hypocrite or a fool.Daniel moved to the office.To be sure, they robbed, and murdered, and so did every one else, or\nwould if they found it to their interest to do so.Tim,\" shouted one of the men to another who sat at the\nopposite side of the table; \"where is that new song that you learned\nthe other day?\"John took the football there.John went to the kitchen.\"I've got it here,\" replied the person referred to, putting his finger\non his forehead.Mary moved to the office.Sandra put down the milk.\"Let's have it,\" said the other.The request being backed by the others Tim complied as follows.Fill up the bowl,\n    Through heart and soul,\n        Let the red wine circle free,\n    Here's health and cheer,\n    To the Buccaneer,\n        The monarch of the sea!The king may pride,\n    In his empire wide,\n        A robber like us is he,\n    With iron hand,\n    He robs on land,\n        As we rob on the sea.John left the football.The priest in his gown,\n    Upon us may frown,\n        The merchant our foe may be,\n    Let the judge in his wig,\n    And the lawyer look big,\n        They're robbers as well as we!John moved to the hallway.Then fill up the bowl,\n    Through heart and through soul,\n        Let the red wine circle free,\n    Drink health and cheer,\n    To the Buccaneer.Sandra picked up the football there.\"I like that song,\" said one of the men, whose long sober face and\nsolemn, drawling voice had gained for him among his companions the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"I like that song; it has the ring of the true metal,\nand speaks my sentiments exactly.It's as good as a sermon, and better\nthan some sermons I've heard.\"\"But Zoie,\" persisted Aggie, as she followed her young friend in\ntrepidation, \"don't you realise that if you persist in keeping this\nbaby, that mother will dog Jimmy's footsteps for the rest of his life?\"\"That will be nice,\" murmured Jimmy.John went back to the bedroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.Zoie busied herself with her toilet, and turned a deaf ear to Aggie.John took the milk there.There was a touch of genuine emotion in Aggie's voice when she\ncontinued.\"Just think of it, Zoie, Jimmy will never be able to come and go like a\nfree man again.\"\"What do I care how he comes and goes?\"\"If\nJimmy had gone when we told him to go, that woman would have had her old\nbaby by now; but he didn't, oh no!All he ever does is to sit around and\ntalk about his dinner.\"\"Yes,\" cried Jimmy hotly, \"and that's about as far as I ever GET with\nit.\"\"You'll never get anywhere with anything,\" was Zoie's exasperating\nanswer.\"Well, there's nothing slow about you,\" retorted Jimmy, stung to a\nfrenzy by her insolence.\"Oh please, please,\" interposed Aggie, desperately determined to keep\nthese two irascible persons to the main issue.\"What are we going to\ntell that mother?\"\"You can tell her whatever you like,\" answered Zoie, with an impudent\ntoss of her head, \"but I'll NOT give up that baby until I get ANOTHER\none.'It was apparent that he must needs\nincrease the number of his brain cells if he were to follow this\nextraordinary young woman's line of thought much further.\"You don't\nexpect to go on multiplying them forever, do you?\"\"YOU are the one who has been multiplying them,\" was Zoie's\ndisconcerting reply.Sandra took the football there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.It was evident to Jimmy that he could not think fast enough nor clearly\nenough to save himself from a mental disaster if he continued to argue\nwith the shameless young woman, so he contented himself by rocking to\nand fro and murmuring dismally that he had \"known from the first that it\nwas to be an endless chain.\"While Zoie and Jimmy had been wrangling, Aggie had been weighing the\npros and cons of the case.Daniel picked up the apple there.She now turned to Jimmy with a tone of firm\nbut motherly decision.\"Zoie is quite right,\" she said.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Jimmy rolled his large eyes up at his spouse with a \"you too, Brutus,\"\nexpression.Aggie continued mercilessly, \"It's the only way, Jimmy.\"No sooner had Aggie arrived at her decision than Zoie upset her\ntranquillity by a triumphant expression of \"I have it.\"Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Jimmy and Aggie gazed at Zoie's radiant face in consternation.They were\nacc", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Her sudden enthusiasm increased\nJimmy's uneasiness.\"YOU have it,\" he grunted without attempting to conceal his disgust.\"SHE'S the one who generally has it.\"Inflamed by her young friend's enthusiasm, Aggie rushed to her eagerly.exclaimed Zoie, as though the revelation had come\nstraight from heaven.\"SHE HAD TWINS,\" and with that, two pairs of eyes\nturned expectantly toward the only man in the room.Mary went to the office.Tracing the pattern of the rug with his toe, Jimmy remained stubbornly\noblivious of their attentions.Daniel grabbed the football there.He rearranged the pillows on the couch,\nand finally, for want of a better occupation, he wound his watch.He could feel Zoie's cat-like gaze upon him.\"Jimmy can get the other one,\" she said.Mary journeyed to the garden.\"The hell I can,\" exclaimed Jimmy, starting to his feet and no longer\nconsidering time or place.The two women gazed at him reproachfully.Daniel dropped the football.cried Aggie, in a shocked, hurt voice.\"That's the first time\nI've ever heard you swear.\"\"Well, it won't be the LAST time,\" declared Jimmy hotly, \"if THIS keeps\nup.\"He paced to and fro like an infuriated lion.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary grabbed the milk there.\"Dearest,\" said Aggie, \"you look almost imposing.\"\"Nonsense,\" interrupted Zoie, who found Jimmy unusually ridiculous.\"If\nI'd known that Jimmy was going to put such an idea into Alfred's head,\nI'd have got the two in the first place.\"Sandra moved to the bedroom.\"Of course she will,\" answered Zoie, leaving Jimmy entirely out of\nthe conversation.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.\"She's as poor as a church mouse.What could she do with one twin, anyway?\"A snort of rage from Jimmy did not disturb Zoie's enthusiasm.She\nproceeded to elaborate her plan.\"I'll adopt them,\" she declared, \"I'll leave them all Alfred's money.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Think of Alfred having real live twins for keeps.\"Sandra moved to the kitchen.\"It would be nice, wouldn't it?\"Zoie turned to Jimmy, as though they were on the best of terms.Before Jimmy could declare himself penniless, Aggie answered for him\nwith the greatest enthusiasm, \"He has a whole lot; he drew some today.\"Mary left the milk.exclaimed Zoie to the abashed Jimmy, and then she continued in a\nmatter-of-fact tone, \"Now, Jimmy,\" she said, \"you go give the washwoman\nwhat money you have on account, then tell her to come around here in the\nmorning when Alfred has gone out and I'll settle all the details with\nher.Go on now, Jimmy,\" she continued, \"you don't need another letter.\"Mary travelled to the bathroom.\"No,\" chimed in Aggie sweetly; \"you know her now, dear.\"Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary travelled to the hallway.\"Oh, yes,\" corroborated Jimmy, with a sarcastic smile and without\nbudging from the spot on which he stood, \"", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the office.asked Zoie, astonished that Jimmy was not starting\non his mission with alacrity.Daniel went to the garden.\"You know what happened the last time you hesitated,\" warned Aggie.Sandra went back to the hallway.\"I know what happened when I DIDN'T hesitate,\" ruminated Jimmy, still\nholding his ground.Zoie's eyes were wide with surprise.\"You don't mean to say,\" she\nexclaimed incredulously, \"that you aren't GOING--after we have thought\nall this out just to SAVE you?\"Mary journeyed to the bathroom.\"Say,\" answered Jimmy, with a confidential air, \"do me a favour, will\nyou?\"But, Jimmy----\" protested both women simultaneously; but before they\ncould get further Alfred's distressed voice reached them from the next\nroom.Mary went back to the garden.Mary travelled to the hallway.John went to the garden.CHAPTER XVIII\n\nWhat seemed to be a streak of pink through the room was in reality Zoie\nbolting for the bed.While Zoie hastened to snuggle comfortably under the covers, Aggie tried\nwithout avail to get Jimmy started on his errand.Sandra travelled to the garden.Therefore, I waited for you boys to eat your supper before\nI asked for mine.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re all right, anyhow!\u201d shouted Jimmie.Daniel went to the office.\u201cBut it seems that your meal was long-delayed,\u201d Sam went on, with a\nlittle shrug of disgust.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\u201cI lay there in the long grass and waited,\nhoping against hope.Then in a short time\nI heard cries of terror and supplication.John took the football there.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Then your two friends rushed\nout to your assistance.John discarded the football.Then, being entirely under the influence of\nhunger and not responsible for my acts, I crawled into one of the tents\nand began helping myself to the provisions.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd you were there when the savages flocked down upon us?\u201d asked Carl.Sandra went to the kitchen.\u201cYou saw what took place after that?\u201d\n\n\u201cI was there and I saw,\u201d was the reply.John went to the office.\u201cWhen you boys came running back\nto the machines I stood ready to defend you with my life and two\nautomatic revolvers which I had found while searching through the\nprovisions.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.When you sprang into the machines and slipped away, leaving\nthe savages still hungry, I felt that my last hour had come.However, I\nclung to the guns and a can of a superior brand of beans put up at\nBattle Creek, Michigan.\u201d\n\n\u201cHow did you come out with the Indians?\u201d asked Carl.\u201cDid you tell them\nthe story of your life?\u201d\n\n\u201cHardly!\u201d was the laughing reply.\u201cI appeared at the door of the tent in\na chastened mood, it is true, ready for peace or war, but when I saw the\nsavages lying upon their hands and elbows, faces bowed", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\u201cThe machines did it!\u201d replied Sam.John travelled to the bathroom.\u201cThe Indians bowed their heads for a\nlong time, and then gazed in awe at the disappearing aeroplanes.John travelled to the hallway.As I\nsaid a moment ago, they were Buffaloed.When they saw me standing at the\ndoor of the tent, they looked about for another machine.So did I for a\nmatter of fact, for I thought I needed one just about then!\u201d\n\n\u201cCan you run a machine?\u201d asked Carl.Mary picked up the milk there.\u201cSure I can run a machine!\u201d was the reply.\u201cI can run anything from a\nrailroad train to a race with a township constable.Well, when the\nmachines disappeared, the savages vanished.Not a thing about the camp\nwas touched.I appointed myself custodian, and decided to remain here\nuntil you came back after your tents.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen where are you going?\u201d asked Carl.\u201cWith your permission, I will place three days\u2019 provisions under my belt\nand be on my way.\u201d\n\n\u201cNot three days\u2019 supplies all at once?\u201d questioned Jimmie.\u201cAll at once!\u201d replied Sam.The two boys consulted together for a moment, and then Jimmie said:\n\n\u201cIf you\u2019ll help us pack the tents and provisions on the machine, we\u2019ll\ntake you back to Quito with us.Mary went back to the bedroom.That is, if the _Louise_ will carry so\nmuch weight.I think she will, but ain\u2019t sure.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt surely will be a treat to ride in the air again!\u201d declared the\ntramp.\u201cIt has been a long time since Louis Havens kicked me out of his\nhangar on Long Island for getting intoxicated and filling one of the\ntanks with beer instead of gasoline.\u201d\n\nThe boys smiled at each other significantly, for they well remembered\nMr.Havens\u2019 story of the tramp\u2019s rather humorous experience at the Long\nIsland establishment.Sandra took the football there.However, they said nothing to Sam of this.\u201cAnd, in the meantime,\u201d the tramp said, pointing upward, \u201cwe may as well\nwait here until we ascertain what that other machine is doing in the air\nat this time of night!\u201d\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER VI.Shortly after midnight Ben was awakened by a noise which seemed to come\nfrom the door of his room.Sandra moved to the office.Half asleep as he was, it came to his\nconsciousness like the sparkling of a motor.There was the same sharp\ntick, tick, tick, with regular pauses between.As he sat up in bed and listened, however, the sounds resolved\nthemselves into the rattle of one metal against another.In a minute he\nknew that some one unfamiliar with the lock of his door was moving the\nstem of a key against the metal plate which surrounded the", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the garden.Then he heard the bolt shoot back and the door opened.Daniel took the football there.There was an\nelectric switch on the wall within reach of his hand, and in a second\nthe room was flooded with light.John went back to the kitchen.The person who stood in the center of\nthe floor, halfway between the doorway and the bed, was an entire\nstranger to the boy.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra went to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.He was dressed in clothing which would not have\nbeen rejected by the head waiter of one of the lobster palaces on\nBroadway, and his manner was pleasing and friendly.Sandra went to the kitchen.He smiled and dropped into a chair, holding out both hands when he saw\nBen\u2019s eyes traveling from himself to an automatic revolver which lay on\na stand at the head of the bed.John travelled to the bathroom.\u201cOf course,\u201d he said, then, as Ben sat down on the edge of the bed, \u201cyou\nwant to know what I\u2019m doing here.\u201d\n\n\u201cNaturally!\u201d replied the boy.The man, who appeared to be somewhere near the age of twenty-five, drew\na yellow envelope from his pocket and tossed it over to Ben.\u201cI am manager at the Quito telegraph office!\u201d he said.Daniel went to the garden.\u201cAnd I received\nthis despatch for you just before twelve o\u2019clock.Mary went to the garden.Mary grabbed the apple there.In addition to this I\nreceived a personal message from Mr.Read your message and then\nI will show you mine!\u201d\n\nBen opened the envelope and read:\n\n\u201cBe sure and wait for me at the point where this message is delivered.Complications which can only be explained in person!\u201d\n\nThe manager then passed his own despatch over to the boy.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John went to the hallway.It read as\nfollows:\n\n\u201cMr.John journeyed to the office.Charles Mellen, Manager: Spare no expense in the delivery of the\nmessage to Ben Whitcomb.Sandra went back to the bedroom.If necessary, wire all stations on your circuit\nfor information regarding aeroplanes.If Whitcomb is at Quito, kindly\ndeliver this message in person, and warn him to be on the watch for\ntrouble.I hope to reach your town within twenty-four hours.\u201d\n\n\u201cNow for an explanation regarding my surreptitious entrance into your\nsleeping room,\u201d Mellen went on.Daniel discarded the football.My spirits are low and my scores are not high,\n  But day after day we've soaked turf and grey sky,\n  And I shan't have a chance till the wickets get dry,\n    Oh willow, wet-willow, wet-willow!!!\"John went back to the garden.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.*       *       *       *       *\n\nINVALIDED!_Deplorable Result of the Forecast of", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Weather\nGirl._\n\n[Illustration: FORECAST.--Fair, warmer.ACTUAL\nWEATHER.--Raining cats and dogs._Moral._--Wear a mackintosh over your\nclassical costume.]*       *       *       *       *\n\nA Question of \"Rank.\"Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel got the milk there.\"His Majesty King Grouse, noblest of game!\"Mary travelled to the bathroom.Replied the Guest, with dryness,--\n  \"I think that in _this_ house the fitter name\n    Would be His Royal _Highness_!\"Daniel discarded the milk there.*       *       *       *       *\n\nESSENCE OF PARLIAMENT.EXTRACTED FROM THE DIARY OF TOBY, M.P._House of Commons, Monday, August 20._--ASHMEAD-BARTLETT (Knight) is the\nCASABIANCA of Front Opposition Bench.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Now his\nopportunity; will show jealous colleagues, watchful House, and\ninterested country, how a party should be led.Had an innings on\nSaturday, when, in favourite character of Dompter of British and other\nLions, he worried Under Secretaries for Foreign Affairs and the\nColonies.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary moved to the office.In fact what happened seems to\nconfirm quaint theory SARK advances.John moved to the bathroom.Daniel got the milk there.Says he believes those two astute young men, EDWARD GREY and SYDNEY\nBUXTON, \"control\" the Sheffield Knight.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Moreover, things are managed so well both at\nForeign Office and Colonial Office that they have no opportunity of\ndistinguishing themselves.The regular representatives on the Front\nOpposition Bench of Foreign Affairs and Colonies say nothing;\npatriotically acquiescent in management of concerns in respect of which\nit is the high tradition of English statesmanship that the political\ngame shall not be played.Daniel left the milk.In such circumstances no opening for able\nyoung men.Daniel picked up the milk there.But, suppose they could induce some blatant, irresponsible\nperson, persistently to put groundless questions, and make insinuations\nderogatory to the character of British statesmen at home and British\nofficials abroad?Then they step in, and, amid applause on both sides of\nHouse, knock over the intruder.Sort of game of House of Commons\nnine-pins.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra went back to the office.Nine-pin doesn't care so that it's noticed; admirable\npractice for young Parliamentary Hands.John journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel put down the milk.Mary grabbed the football there.Daniel grabbed the milk there._Invaluable to Budding Statesmen._]\n\nThis is SARK'John journeyed to the hallway.Daniel left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Fancy much\nsimpler one might be found.Mary moved to the office.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.To-night BARTLETT-ELLIS in better luck.Turns upon ATTORNEY-GENERAL; darkly hints that escape of JABEZ was a\nput-up job, of which Law Officers of the Crown might, an' they would,\ndisclose some interesting particulars.Mary went back to the garden.RIGBY, who, when he bends his\nstep towards House of Commons, seems to leave all his shrewdness and\nknowledge of the world in his chambers, rose to the fly; played\nBASHMEAD-ARTLETT'S obvious game by getting angry, and delivering long\nspeech whilst progress of votes, hitherto going on swimmingly, was\narrested for fully an hour._Business done._--Supply voted with both hands._Tuesday._--A precious sight, one worthy of the painter's or sculptor's\nart, to see majestic figure of SQUIRE OF MALWOOD standing between House\nof Lords and imminent destruction.Irish members and Radicals opposite\nhave sworn to have blood of the Peers.SAGE OF QUEEN ANNE'S GATE is\ntaking the waters elsewhere.Sat up\nall last night, the Radicals trying to get at the Lords by the kitchen\nentrance; SQUIRE withstanding them till four o'clock in the morning.Mary travelled to the hallway.Education Vote on, involving expenditure of six\nmillions and welfare of innumerable children.Afterwards the Post Office\nVote, upon which the Postmaster-General, ST.John went to the garden.Sandra travelled to the garden.ARNOLD-LE-GRAND, endeavours\nto reply to HENNIKER-HEATON without betraying consciousness of bodily\nexistence of such a person.These matters of great and abiding interest;\nbut only few members present to discuss them.Daniel went to the office.The rest waiting outside\ntill the lists are cleared and battle rages once more round citadel of\nthe Lords sullenly sentineled by detachment from the Treasury Bench.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John took the football there.Daniel grabbed the milk there.When engagement reopened SQUIRE gone for his holiday trip, postponed by\nthe all-night sitting, JOHN MORLEY on guard.John discarded the football.Breaks force of assault by\nprotest that the time is inopportune.Sandra went to the kitchen.John went to the office.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.By-and-by the Lords shall be\nhanded over to tender mercies of gentlemen below gangway.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Not just now,\nand not in this particular way.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.CHIEF SECRETARY remembers famous case of\nabsentee landlord not to be intimidated by the shooting of his agent.Daniel moved to the garden.So\nLords, he urges, not to be properly punished for throwing out Evicted\nTenants Bill by having the salaries of the charwomen docked, and BLACK\nROD turned out to beg his bread.Radicals at least not to be denied satisfaction of division.Daniel dropped the milk.Sal", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "_Wednesday._--The SQUIRE OF MALWOOD at last got off for his well-earned\nholiday.Carries with him consciousness of having done supremely well\namid difficulties of peculiar complication.As JOSEPH in flush of\nunexpected and still unexplained frankness testified, the Session will\nin its accomplished work beat the record of any in modern times.The\nSQUIRE been admirably backed by a rare team of colleagues; but in House\nof Commons everything depends on the Leader.Sandra took the milk there.Had the Session been a\nfailure, upon his head would have fallen obloquy.As it has been a\nsuccess, his be the praise.\"Well, good bye,\" said JOHN MORLEY, tears standing in his tender eyes as\nhe wrung the hand of the almost Lost Leader.There are a good many of us here worth a poet's attention.SARK\nsays the thing is easy enough.\"Toss 'em off in no time,\" says he.\"There's the SQUIRE now, who has not lately referred to his Plantagenet\nparentage.Apostrophising him in Committee on Evicted Tenants Bill one\nmight have said:--\n\n  SQUIRE, noble hearted, shine, for ever shine;\n  Though not of hallowed yet of royal line.\"Sandra journeyed to the garden._Business done._--Appropriation Bill read second time.Sir WILFRID LAWSON and others said \"Dam.\"Sandra dropped the milk there._Saturday._--Appropriation Bill read third time this morning.Prorogation served with five o'clock tea.said one of the House of Commons waiters loitering at the\ngateway of Palace Yard and replying to inquiring visitor from the\ncountry.[Illustration: THE IMPERIAL SHEFFIELD NINE-PIN.*       *       *       *       *\n\nTO DOROTHY.(_My Four-year-old Sweetheart._)\n\n  To make sweet hay I was amazed to find\n    You absolutely did not know the way,\n  Though when you did, it seemed much to your mind\n                  To make sweet hay.You were kind\n  Enough to answer, \"Why, _of course_, you may.\"I kissed your pretty face with hay entwined,\n  We made sweet hay.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.But what will Mother say\n    If in a dozen years we're still inclined\n                  To make sweet hay?*       *       *       *       *\n\n[Transcriber's Note:\n\nAlternative spellings retained.In either case an obvious duty waits thee:\n If thou regard'st me as an alien here,\n Learn to prefer to mine the good of Rome;\n If as a father--reverence my commands.couldst thou look into my inmost soul,\n And see how warm it burns with love and duty", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the kitchen._Reg._ Could I explore the secrets of thy breast,\n The virtue I would wish should flourish there\n Were fortitude, not weak, complaining love._Pub._ If thou requir'st my _blood_, I'll shed it all;\n But when thou dost enjoin the harsher task\n That I should labour to procure thy death,\n Forgive thy son--he has not so much virtue.John moved to the bathroom._Reg._ Th' important hour draws on, and now my soul\n Loses her wonted calmness, lest the Senate\n Should doubt what answer to return to Carthage.Mary travelled to the garden.look down propitious on her,\n Inspire her Senate with your sacred wisdom,\n And call up all that's Roman in their souls!Sandra moved to the office._Enter_ MANLIUS (_speaking_).See that the lictors wait, and guard the entrance--\n Take care that none intrude.Mary travelled to the hallway._Reg._                         Ah!Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel went to the bathroom._Man._                     Where, where is Regulus?The great, the godlike, the invincible?Sandra got the apple there.Oh, let me strain the hero to my breast.--\n\n _Reg._ (_avoiding him._)\n Manlius, stand off, remember I'm a slave!Daniel put down the milk.John got the milk there._Man._                    I am something more:\n I am a man enamour'd of thy virtues;\n Thy fortitude and courage have subdued me.I _was_ thy _rival_--I am _now_ thy _friend_;\n Allow me that distinction, dearer far\n Than all the honours Rome can give without it._Reg._ This is the temper still of noble minds,\n And these the blessings of an humble fortune.Had I not been a _slave_, I ne'er had gain'd\n The treasure of thy friendship.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary went to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway._Man._                           I confess,\n Thy grandeur cast a veil before my eyes,\n Which thy reverse of fortune has remov'd.Oft have I seen thee on the day of triumph,\n A conqueror of nations, enter Rome;\n Now, thou hast conquer'd fortune, and thyself.Thy laurels oft have mov'd my soul to envy,\n Thy chains awaken my respect, my reverence;\n Then Regulus appear'd a hero to me,\n He rises now a god._Reg._                    Manlius, enough.Sandra put down the apple.Cease thy applause; 'tis dang'rousSandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra picked up the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Bless'd be the gods, who gild my latter days\n With the bright glory of the Consul's friendship!_Man._ Forbid it, Jove!Mary grabbed the football there.said'st thou thy _latter_ days?May gracious heav'n to a far distant hour\n Protract thy valued life!Be it _my_ care\n To crown the hopes of thy admiring country,\n By giving back her long-lost hero to her.John journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the hallway.I will exert my power to bring about\n Th' exchange of captives Africa proposes._Reg._ Manlius, and is it thus, is this the way\n Thou dost begin to give me proofs of friendship?if thy love be so destructive to me,\n What would thy hatred be?Shall I then lose the profit of my wrongs?Be thus defrauded of the benefit\n I vainly hop'd from all my years of bondage?John journeyed to the bedroom.I did not come to show my chains to Rome,\n To move my country to a weak compassion;\n I came to save her _honour_, to preserve her\n From tarnishing her glory; came to snatch her\n From offers so destructive to her fame.either give me proofs more worthy\n A Roman's friendship, or renew thy hate._Man._ Dost thou not know, that this exchange refus'd,\n Inevitable death must be thy fate?_Reg._ And has the name of _death_ such terror in it,\n To strike with dread the mighty soul of Manlius?Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.'Tis not _to-day_ I learn that I am mortal.The foe can only take from Regulus\n What wearied nature would have shortly yielded;\n It will be now a voluntary gift,\n 'Twould then become a tribute seiz'd, not offer'd.Mary discarded the football.Yes, Manlius, tell the world that as I liv'd\n For Rome alone, when I could live no longer,\n 'Twas my last care how, dying, to assist,\n To save that country I had liv'd to serve.Mary went to the bedroom.Hast thou then sworn, thou awfully good man,\n Never to bless the Consul with thy friendship?_Reg._ If thou wilt love me, love me like a _Roman_.Sandra went back to the hallway.These are the terms on which I take thy friendship.We both must make a sacrifice to Rome,\n I of my life, and thou of _Regulus_:\n One must resign his being, one his friend.It is but just, that what procures our country\n Such real blessings, such substantial good,\n Should cost thee something--I shall lose but little.Mary journeyed to the garden.but promise, ere thou goest,\n With all the Consular authority,\n Thou wilt support my counsel in the Senate.Mary grabbed the milk there.If thou art willing to accept these terms,\n With transport I embrace thy proffer'd friendship._Man._ (_after a pause._) Yes, I do promise.John moved to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the kitchen._Reg._", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Ye never gave, in all your round of blessing,\n A gift so greatly welcome to my soul,\n As Manlius' friendship on the terms of honour!_Reg._ My friend, there's not a moment to be lost;\n Ere this, perhaps, the Senate is assembled.John went back to the office.To thee, and to thy virtues, I commit\n The dignity of Rome--my peace and honour.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary took the apple there._Reg._                       Farewell, my friend!_Man._ The sacred flame thou hast kindled in my soul\n Glows in each vein, trembles in every nerve,\n And raises me to something more than man.My blood is fir'd with virtue, and with Rome,\n And every pulse beats an alarm to glory.John went back to the hallway.Mary grabbed the milk there.Who would not spurn a sceptre when compar'd\n With chains like thine?Thou man of every virtus,\n O, farewell!_Reg._ Now I begin to live; propitious heaven\n Inclines to favour me.----Licinius here?_Lic._ With joy, my honour'd friend, I seek thy presence._Lic._                   Because my heart once more\n Beats high with flattering hope.Daniel moved to the bedroom.In thy great cause\n I have been labouring._Reg._                 Say'st thou in _my_ cause?Mary dropped the apple there._Lic._ In thine and Rome's.Sandra grabbed the football there.Couldst thou, then, think so poorly of Licinius,\n That base ingratitude could find a place\n Within his bosom?--Can I, then, forget\n Thy thousand acts of friendship to my youth?Mary travelled to the garden.Roxie's forehead rested upon\nthe palm of her left hand, elbow on the table.Mary went back to the hallway.Profound reflections\nare passing through her brain; they carry her back to the days of her\nchildhood.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Oh, how she loved Suza; the little bright eyes gazed upon\nher and the red lips pronounced the inaudible sound, \u201c_dear sister_.\u201d\n \u201cYes, I will write,\u201d said Roxie, mentally.She takes the gold pen in\nher right hand, adjusting the paper with her left, she _paused_ to\nthank from the bottom of her heart old Ben Robertson, who in the country\nschool had taught her the art of penmanship.Sandra went back to the hallway._Hush!_ did the hall bell\nring?In a few minutes a servant appeared at the door and announced the\nname of Aunt Patsy Perkins.\u201cAdmit Aunt Patsy--tell her your mistress is at home,\u201d said Roxie,\nrising from the table.Aunt Patsy Perkins was floating upon the surface of upper-tendom\nin Chicago.Sandra put down the football.She understood allSandra went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra picked up the apple there.The visitor enters the room; Roxie offers Aunt Patsy an easy chair;\nAunt Patsy is wiping away the perspiration with a fancy kerchief, in one\nhand, and using the fan with the other.Sandra put down the apple.Sandra moved to the bathroom.When seated she said:\n\n\u201cI must rest a little, for I have something to tell you, and I will\ntell you now what it is before I begin.Daniel went to the kitchen.Old Perkins has no more love for\nstyle than I have for his _dratted poor kin_.But as I was going to tell\nyou, Perkins received a letter from Indiana, stating this Cousin Sally\nwished to make us a visit.Sandra went to the bedroom.She's a plain, poor girl, that knows no more\nof style than Perkins does of a woman's comforts.John went to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.I'll tell you what\nit is, Mrs.Daymon, if she does come, if I don't make it hot for old\nPerkins, it'll be because I can't talk.Sandra took the milk there.Sandra went to the office.A woman has nothing but her\ntongue, and while I live I will use mine.\u201d\n\nThen pointing her index finger at Roxie, continued: \u201cI will tell you\nwhat it is Mrs.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Sandra put down the milk.Daymon, take two white beans out of one hull, and place\nthem on the top of the garden fence, and then look at 'em across the\ngarden, and if you can tell which one is the largest, you can seen what\ndifference there is in the way old Perkins hates style and I hate his\n_dratted poor kin_.What wealthy families are to do in this city, God\nonly knows.I think sometimes old Perkins is a _wooden man_, for, with\nall my style, I can make no more impression on h-i-m, than I can upon\nan oak stump, Mrs.John went to the bathroom.John journeyed to the bedroom.What if he did make a thousand dollars last\nweek, when he wants to stick his _poor kin_ 'round me, like stumps in a\nflower garden.\u201d At this point Roxie ventured to say a word.Mary went to the bathroom.John picked up the apple there.\u201cAunt Patsy,\nI thought Jim was kinsfolk on your side of the house.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, but honey, I am good to Jim, poor soul, he knows it,\u201d said Aunt\nPatsy gravely, and then she paused.Jim was a poor boy, eighteen years old, and the son of Aunt Patsy's dear\nbrother, long since laid under the dark green sod of Indiana.Mary got the football there.Mary went to the hallway.The poor\nboy, hearing of the wealth of his Aunt Patsy, had come to Chicago and\nwas working on the streets, poorly clad.Aunt Patsy would sometimes give him a few dollars, as you would throw\na bone to a dog, requesting him", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the apple there.Aunt Patsy said emphatically, as she left the Daymon palace, \u201cI'll tell\nyou what it is, Mrs.Daymon, I'm goin' home to study human nature,\nand if I don't find some avenue to reach old Perkim, I shall take the\nliberty to insult the first one of his _dratted poor kin_ that sets foot\nin my house.\u201d\n\nAfter Aunt Patsy left, Roxie thought no more of her letter of inquiry,\nand company engaged her attention for some days until the subject passed\nentirely out of her mind.Soon after these events Roxie died with the cholera--leaving an only\ndaughter--and was buried as ignorant of the fate of her sister as the\nstone that now stands upon her grave.We must now turn back more than a decade, which brings us to the burning\nof the steamboat Brandywine, on the Mississippi river.Daniel went back to the bathroom.The boat was\nheavily freighted, with a large number of passengers on board; the\norigin of the fire has never been positively known; it was late in\nthe night, with a heavy breeze striking the boat aft, where the fire\noccurred.John journeyed to the garden.In a short time all on board was in confusion; the pilot, from\nthe confusion of the moment, or the lack of a proper knowledge of the\nriver, headed the boat for the wrong shore, and she ran a-ground on\na deep sand bar a long way from shore and burned to the waters' edge;\nbetween the two great elements of fire and water many leaped into the\nriver and were drowned, and some reached the shore on pieces of\nthe wreck.Among those fortunate enough to reach the shore was an\nEnglishman, who was so badly injured he was unable to walk; by the more\nfortunate he was carried to the cabin of a wood cutter, where he soon\nafter died.Daniel went back to the hallway.When he fully realized the situation he called for ink and paper; there\nwas none on the premises; a messenger was dispatched to the nearest\npoint where it was supposed the articles could be obtained, but he was\ntoo late.Mary moved to the bedroom.When the last moments came the dying man made the following\nstatement: \u201cMy name is John A. Lasco.I have traveled for three years\nin this country without finding the slightest trace of the object of\nmy search--an only and a dear sister.Her name is Susan Lasco; with our\nfather she left the old country many years ago.Daniel left the apple.They were poor.--the\nfamily fortune being held in abeyance by the loss of some papers.Sandra took the football there.I\nremained, but our father gave up all hope and emigrated to America,\ntaking Susan with him.Sandra discarded the football there.\"This declaration produced the effect I intended,\" wrote Morris.Sandra took the football there.The\neffect was indeed swift On October 3d, Amar, after the doors of the\nConvention were locked, read the memorable accusation against the\nGirondins, four weeks before their execution.In that paper he denounced\nBrissotJohn travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In this denunciation Paine had the honor to be included.\"At that same time the Englishman Thomas Paine, called by the faction\n[Girondin] to the honor of representing the French nation, dishonored\nhimself by supporting the opinion of Brissot, and by promising us in his\nfable the dissatisfaction of the United States of America, our natural\nallies, which he did not blush to depict for us as full of veneration\nand gratitude for the tyrant of France.\"John got the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.On October 19th the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Deforgues, writes to\nMorris:\n\n\"I shall give the Council an account of the punishable conduct of their\nagent in the United States [Genet], and I can assure you beforehand that\nthey will regard the strange abuse of their confidence by this agent, as\nI do, with the liveliest indignation.Daniel went back to the bedroom.The President of the United States\nhas done justice to our sentiments in attributing the deviations of the\ncitizen Genet to causes entirely foreign to his instructions, and we\nhope that the measures to be taken will more and more convince the head\nand members of your Government that so far from having authorized the\nproceedings and manoeuvres of Citizen Genet our only aim has been to\nmaintain between the two nations the most perfect harmony.\"One of \"the measures to be taken\" was the imprisonment of Paine, for\nwhich Amar's denunciation had prepared the way.John left the milk.For Robespierre had successfully attacked Amar's report for\nextending its accusations beyond the Girondins.Daniel got the apple there.How then could an\naccusation be made against Paine, against whom no charge could be\nbrought, except that he had introduced a French minister to his friends\nin America!A deputy must be formally accused by the Convention before\nhe could be tried by the Revolutionary Tribunal.Sandra picked up the milk there.An indirect route must\nbe taken to reach the deputy secretly accused by the American Minister,\nand the latter had pointed it out by alluding to Paine as an influence\n\"from across the channel.\"There was a law passed in June for the\nimprisonment of foreigners belonging to countries at war with France.Paine had not been liable to\nthis law, being a deputy, and never suspected of citizenship in the\ncountry which had outlawed him, until Morris suggested it.Could he\nbe got out of the Convention the law might be applied to him without\nnecessitating any public accusation and trial, or anything more than an\nannouncement to the Deputies.Sandra went to the bathroom.Christmas day was celebrated by the\nterrorist Bourdon de l'Oise with a denunciation of Paine: \"They have\nboasted the patriotism of Thomas Paine._Eh bien!_ Since the Brissotins\ndisappeared from the bosom of this Convention he has not set foot in it.And I know that he has intrigued with a former agent of the bureau of\nForeign Affairs.\"John went to the bathroom.This accusation could only have come from the American\nMinister and the Minister of Foreign Affairs--from Gouverneur Morris and\nDeforgues.Genet was the only", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "That accusation is associated with the terrorist's charge\nthat Paine had declined to unite with the murderous decrees of the\nConvention.After the speech of Bourdon de l'Oise, Bentabole moved the \"exclusion\nof foreigners from every public function during the war.\"Bentabole was\na leading member of the Committee of General Surety.John grabbed the football there.\"The Assembly,\"\nadds _The Moniteur_, \"decreed that no foreigner should be admitted to\nrepresent the French people.\"The Committee of General Surety assumed\nthe right to regard Paine as an Englishman; and as such out of the\nConvention, and consequently under the law of June against aliens\nof hostile nations.He was arrested next day, and on December 28th\ncommitted to the Luxembourg prison.John journeyed to the office.A TESTIMONY UNDER THE GUILLOTINE\n\nWhile Paine was in prison the English gentry were gladdened by a rumor\nthat he had been guillotined, and a libellous leaflet of \"The Last Dying\nWords of Thomas Paine\" appeared in London.Paine was no less confident\nthan his enemies that his execution was certain--after the denunciation\nin Amar's report, October 3d--and did indeed utter what may be regarded\nas his dying words--\"The Age of Reason.\"This was the task which he\nhad from year to year adjourned to his maturest powers, and to it he\ndedicates what brief remnant of life may await him.That completed, it\nwill be time to die with his comrades, awakened by his pen to a dawn now\nred with their blood.The last letter I find written from the old Pompadour mansion is to\nJefferson, under date of October 20th:\n\n\"Dear Sir,--I wrote you by Captain Dominick who was to sail from Havre\nabout the 20th of this month.Since my letter by Dominick I am every day\nmore convinced and impressed with the propriety of Congress sending\nCommissioners to Europe to confer with the Ministers of the Jesuitical\nPowers on the means of terminating the war.The enclosed printed paper\nwill shew there are a variety of subjects to be taken into consideration\nwhich did not appear at first, all of which have some tendency to put\nan end to the war.I see not how this war is to terminate if some\nintermediate power does not step forward.There is now no prospect that\nFrance can carry revolutions thro' Europe on the one hand, or that the\ncombined powers can conquer France on the other hand.It is a sort\nof defensive War on both sides.This being the case how is the War\nto close?Neither side will ask for peace though each may wish it.I\nbelieve that England and Holland are tired of the war.The next day he was fiercely attacked by\nthe Confederate force now strongly reenforced by Mahone.Mahone forced his way through the skirmish line and then\nturned and fought his opponents from their rear.Another of his divisions\nstruck the Union right wing.In this extremity two thousand of Warren's\ntroops were captured and all would have been lost but for the timely\narrival of Burnside's men.Two days later the S", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the milk there.The dashing\nMahone again came forward with his usual impetuousness, but the blue line\nfinally drove Lee's men back.Daniel discarded the milk.And so the Weldon Railroad fell into the\nhands of General Grant.John went back to the bedroom.Hancock, with the Second Corps, returned from the\nnorth bank of the James and set to work to assist in destroying the\nrailway, whose loss was a hard blow to General Lee.Daniel moved to the kitchen.It was not to be\nexpected that the latter would permit this work to continue unmolested and\non the 25th of August, A. P. Hill suddenly confronted Hancock, who\nentrenched himself in haste at Ream's Station.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel picked up the apple there.This did not save the\nSecond Corps, which for the first time in its glorious career was put to\nrout.Sandra journeyed to the office.Their very guns were captured and turned upon them.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra left the milk.In the following weeks there were no actions of importance except that in\nthe last days of September Generals Ord and Birney, with the Army of the\nJames, captured Fort Harrison, on the north bank of that river, from\nGenerals Ewell and Anderson.The Federals were anxious to have it, since\nit was an excellent vantage point from which to threaten Richmond.Meanwhile Grant was constantly extending his line to the west and by the\nend of October it was very close to the South Side Railroad.John went back to the garden.Daniel left the apple.Daniel took the apple there.On the 27th\nthere was a hard fight at Hatcher's Run, but the Confederates saved the\nrailway and the Federals returned to their entrenchments in front of\nPetersburg.Mary went to the bathroom.The active struggle now ceased, but Lee found himself each day in more\ndesperate straits.John got the football there.Mary moved to the office.Daniel put down the apple.Sheridan had played sad havoc with such sources of\nsupply as existed in the rich country to the northwest.The Weldon\nRailroad was gone and the South Side line was in imminent danger.Many went home for the winter on a promise\nto return when the spring planting was done.Lee was loath to let them go,\nbut he could ill afford to maintain them, and the very life of their\nfamilies depended upon it.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Those who remained at Petersburg suffered\ncruelly from hunger and cold.They looked forward to the spring, although\nit meant renewal of the mighty struggle.The Confederate line had been\nstretched to oppose Grant's westward progress until it had become the\nthinnest of screens.A man lost to Lee was almost impossible to replace,\nwhile the bounties offered in the North kept Grant's ranks full.[Illustration: MAHONE, \"THE HERO OF THE CRATER\"\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]General William Mahone, C. S. A. It was through the promptness and valor\nof General Mahone that the Southerners, on July 30, 1864, were", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.On\nthe morning of the explosion there were but eighteen thousand Confederates\nleft to hold the ten miles of lines about Petersburg.Everything seemed to\nfavor Grant's plans for the crushing of this force.John went to the kitchen.Immediately after the\nmine was sprung, a terrific cannonade was opened from one hundred and\nfifty guns and mortars to drive back the Confederates from the breach,\nwhile fifty thousand Federals stood ready to charge upon the\npanic-stricken foe.But the foe was not panic-stricken long.Sandra went back to the office.Colonel\nMcMaster, of the Seventeenth South Carolina, gathered the remnants of\nGeneral Elliott's brigade and held back the Federals massing at the Crater\nuntil General Mahone arrived at the head of three brigades.At once he\nprepared to attack the Federals, who at that moment were advancing to the\nleft of the Crater.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Daniel picked up the apple there.Daniel went to the hallway.John moved to the office.In his inspiring\npresence it swept with such vigor that the Federals were driven back and\ndared not risk another assault.Mary picked up the football there.Mary put down the football there.At the Crater, Lee had what Grant\nlacked--a man able to direct the entire engagement.Mary picked up the football there.[Illustration: WHAT EIGHT THOUSAND POUNDS OF POWDER DID\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.The Crater, torn by the mine within Elliott's Salient.At dawn of July 30,\n1864, the fifty thousand Federal troops waiting to make a charge saw a\ngreat mass of earth hurled skyward like a water-spout.As it spread out\ninto an immense cloud, scattering guns, carriages, timbers, and what were\nonce human beings, the front ranks broke in panic; it looked as if the\nmass were descending upon their own heads.Daniel put down the apple.The men were quickly rallied;\nacross the narrow plain they charged, through the awful breach, and up the\nheights beyond to gain Cemetery Ridge.Mary moved to the kitchen.John moved to the hallway.But there were brave fighters on\nthe other side still left, and delay among the Federals enabled the\nConfederates to rally and re-form in time to drive the Federals back down\nthe steep sides of the Crater.There, as they struggled amidst the\nhorrible debris, one disaster after another fell upon them.John journeyed to the kitchen.Huddled\ntogether, the mass of men was cut to pieces by the canister poured upon\nthem from well-planted Confederate batteries.At last, as a forlorn hope,\nthe <DW52> troops were sent forward; and they, too, were hurled back into\nthe Crater and piled upon their white comrades.[Illustration: FORT MAHONE--\"FORT DAMNATION\"\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.[Illustration: RIVES' SALIENT]\n\n[Illustration: TRAVERSES AGAINST CROSS-", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the bedroom.Dotted with formidable fortifications such as these, Confederate works\nstretched for ten miles around Petersburg.Fort Mahone was situated\nopposite the Federal Fort Sedgwick at the point where the hostile lines\nconverged most closely after the battle of the Crater.Owing to the\nconstant cannonade which it kept up, the Federals named it Fort Damnation,\nwhile Fort Sedgwick, which was no less active in reply, was known to the\nConfederates as Fort Hell.Gracie's salient, further north on the\nConfederate line, is notable as the point in front of which General John\nB. Gordon's gallant troops moved to the attack on Fort Stedman, the last\ndesperate effort of the Confederates to break through the Federal cordon.The views of Gracie's salient show the French form of chevaux-de-frise, a\nfavorite protection against attack much employed by the Confederates.[Illustration: AN AFTERNOON CONCERT AT THE OFFICERS' QUARTERS, HAREWOOD\nHOSPITAL, NEAR WASHINGTON\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.Mary travelled to the hallway.Hospital life for those well enough to enjoy it was far from dull.He was still a member of the firm, however, and it\nwas apparently about this fact that Mr.He took a seat beside Horace\u2019s desk, after shaking hands coldly with the\nyoung man, and said without ceremony:\n\n\u201cI haven\u2019t had a chance before to see you alone.John journeyed to the bedroom.It wouldn\u2019t do to talk\nover at the store--your father\u2019s in and out all the while, more out than\nin, by the way--and Tracy\u2019s been here every day since you joined him.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s out of town to-day,\u201d remarked Horace.Do you know that your father has\noverdrawn his income account by nearly eleven thousand dollars, and that\nthe wrong side of his book hasn\u2019t got room for more than another year\nor so of that sort of thing?In fact, it wouldn\u2019t last that long if I\nwanted to be sharp with him.\u201d\n\nThe words were spoken very calmly, but they took the color as by a flash\nfrom Horace\u2019s face.He swung his chair round, and, looking Tenney in the\neyes, seemed spell-bound by what he saw there.Mary got the football there.The gaze was sustained\nbetween the two men until it grew to be like the experiment of two\nschool-children who try to stare each other down, and under its strain\nthe young lawyer felt himself putting forth more and more exertion to\nhold his own.Daniel went to the bathroom.\u201cI thought I would tell you,\u201d added the hardware merchant, settling\nhimself back in the chair and crossing his thin legs, and seemingly\nfinding it no effort to continue looking his companion out of\ncountenance.Mary moved to the kitchen.\u201cYes, I thought you ought to know.I suppose he hasn\u2019t said\nanything to you about it.\u201d\n\n\ufffd", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the bedroom.The last thing he ever wants to talk about is\nbusiness, least of all his own.They tell a story about a man who used\nto say, \u2018Thank God, that\u2019s settled!\u2019 whenever he got a note renewed.Mary got the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.He\nmust have been a relation of the General\u2019s.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s Sheridan that that\u2019s ascribed to,\u201d said Horace, for the sake of\nsaying something.Mary moved to the office.\u201cWhat, \u2018Little Phil\u2019?John went back to the hallway.I thought he had more sense.\u201d\n\nThere was something in this display of ignorance which gave Horace\nthe courage to face his visitor once more.\u201cNobody knows better than you do,\u201d he said, finding increased\nself-control with every word, now that the first excitement was over,\n\u201cthat a great deal of money has been made in that firm of yours.I\nshall be glad to investigate the conditions under which the business has\ncontrived to make you rich and your partner poor.\u201d\n\nMr.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Tenney seemed disagreeably surprised at this tone.\u201cDon\u2019t talk\nnonsense,\u201d he said with passing asperity.John journeyed to the kitchen.\u201cOf course you\u2019re welcome.If a man makes four thousand dollars and spends\nseven thousand dollars, what on earth has his partner\u2019s affairs to\ndo with it?Sandra went to the kitchen.I live within my income and attend to my business, and he\ndoesn\u2019t do either.That\u2019s the long and short of it.\u201d\n\nThe two men talked together on this subject for a considerable time,\nHorace alternating between expressions of indignation at the fact that\nhis father had become the unedifying tail of a concern of which he once\nwas everything, and more or less ingenious efforts to discover what way\nout of the difficulty, if any, was offered.Sandra got the milk there.Tenney remained unmoved\nunder both, and at last coolly quitted the topic altogether.Mary travelled to the bedroom.\u201cYou ought to do well here,\u201d he said, ignoring a point-blank question\nabout how General Boyce\u2019s remaining interest could be protected.\u201cThessaly\u2019s going to have a regular boom before long.Mary moved to the kitchen.You\u2019ll see this\nplace a city in another year or two.Mary dropped the apple there.We\u2019ve got population enough now,\nfor that matter, only it\u2019s spread out so.Sandra put down the milk.How did you come to go in with\nTracy?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy shouldn\u2019t I?John went back to the bathroom.John moved to the bedroom.He\u2019s the best man here, and starting alone is the\nslowest kind of slow work.\u201d\n\nMr.Tenney smiled a little, and put the tips of his fingers together\ngently.Mary got the apple there.\u201cTracy and I don\u2019t hitch", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the bathroom.\u201cI took a\ndownright fancy to him when I first came in from Sidon Hill, but he\u2019s\nsuch a curious, touchy sort of fellow.I asked him one day what church\nhe\u2019d recommend me to join; of course I was a stranger, and explained to\nhim that what I wanted was not to make any mistake, but to get into the\nchurch where there were the most respectable people who would be of use\nto me; and what do you think he said?He was huffed about it--actually\nmad!He said he\u2019d rather have given me a hundred dollars than had me ask\nhim that question; and after that he was cool, and so was I, and we\u2019ve\nnever had much to say to each other since then.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary went back to the office.Of course, there\u2019s no\nquarrel, you know.Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Only it strikes me he\u2019ll be a queer sort of man to\nget along with.A lawyer with cranks like that--why, you never know what\nhe\u2019ll do next.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s one of the best fellows alive,\u201d said Horace, with sharp emphasis.\u201cWhy, of course he is,\u201d replied Mr.\u201cBut that isn\u2019t business.John took the milk there.Take the General, for instance; he\u2019s a good fellow, too--in a different\nkind of way, of course--and see where it\u2019s landed him.Mary picked up the apple there.Look out for him and you are all right.John journeyed to the hallway.Tracy might be making\nfive or six times as much as he is, if he went the right way to work.He\ndoes more business and gets less for it than any other lawyer in town.Sandra went to the office.John journeyed to the garden.There\u2019s no sense in that.\u201d\n\n\u201cUpon my word, Mr.Mary put down the apple.Tenney,\u201d said Horace, after a moment\u2019s pause, in\nwhich he deliberately framed what he was going to say, \u201cI find it\ndifficult to understand why you thought it worth while to come here at\nall to-day: it surely wasn\u2019t to talk about Tracy; and the things I want\nto know about my father you won\u2019t discuss.What I see is this: that you were a\nprivate in the regiment my father was colonel of; that he made you a\nsort of adjutant, or something in the nature of a clerk, and so lifted\nyou out of the ranks; that during the war, when your health failed, he\ngave you a place in his business here at home, which lifted you out of\nthe farm; that a while later he made you a partner; and that gradually\nthe tables have been completely turned, until you are the colonel and\nhe is the private, you are rich and he is nearly insolvent.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel went to the kitchen.That is whatJohn discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "GENEALOGY OF THE REIGNING DYNASTY OF MOROCCO.Ali-Ben-Abou-Thaleb; died in 661 of the Christian Era; surnamed \"The\naccepted of God,\" of the most ancient tribe of Hashem, and husband of\nFatima, styled Ey-Zarah, or, \"The Pearl,\" only daughter of Mahomet.Hosein, or El-Hosein-es-Sebet, _i.e._ \"The Nephew;\" died in 1680;\nfrom him was derived the patronymic El-Hoseinee, which all the Shereefs\nbear,\n\n3.Hasan-el-Muthna, _i.e._ \"The Striker;\" died in 719; brother of\nMohammed, from whom pretended to descend, in the 16th degree, Mohammed\nBen Tumert, founder of the dynasty of the Almohadi, in 1120.Abdullah-el-Kamel, _i.e._ \"The Perfect;\" in 752, father of Edris, the\nprogenitor or founder of the dynasty of the Edristi in Morocco, and who\nhad six brothers.Mohammed, surnamed \"The pious and just soul;\" in 784, had five\nchildren who were the branches of a numerous family.(Between Mohammed\nand El-Hasem who follows, some assert that three gererations succeeded).El-Kasem, in 852; brother of Abdullah, from whom it is said the\nCaliphs of Egypt and Morocco are descended.Ali; in 970, (excluded from the genealogy published by Ali Bey, but\nnoted by several good authorities).El-Husan, in 1012.Abubekr El-Arfat, _i.e._ \"The Knower,\" in 1043.Hasan, in 1132; brother of a Mohammed, who emigrated to Morocco.Abou-el-Kasem Abd Errahman, in 1207.El-Kaseru, in 1271, brother of Ahmed, who also emigrated into\nAfrica, and was father of eight children, one of whom was:\n\n21.El-Hasan, who, in 1266, upon the demand of a tribe of Berbers of\nMoghrawa, was sent by his father into the kingdom of Segelmesa (now\nTafilett) and Draha, where, through his descendants, he became the\ncommon progenitor of the Maroquine Shereefs.El-Hasan, in 1391, by his son, Mohammed, he became grandfather of\nHosem, who, during 1507, founded the first dynasty of the Hoseinee\nShereefs in Segelmesa, and the extreme south of Morocco, which dynasty,\nafter twelve years, made itself master of the kingdom of Morocco.Ali-es-Shereef, _i.e._ \"The noble,\" died in 1437, was the first to\nassume this name, and had, after forty years elapsed, two sons, the\nfirst, Muley Mahommed, by a concubine, and the second:Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary went to the office.John went to the garden.Yousef, by a legitimate wife; he retired into Arabia, where he died\nin 1485.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.It was said of Yousef, that no child was born to him until his\neightieth year, when he had five children, the first born of which was,\n\n26.Daniel got the milk there.Ali, who died in 1527, and had at least, eighty male children.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mohammed, in 1691, brother of Muley Meherrez, a famous brigand, and\nafterwards a king of Tafilett: this Mohammed was father of many\nchildren, and among the rest--\n\n28.Ali, who was called by his uncle from Zambo (?)John moved to the kitchen.Sandra went to the bathroom.into\nMoghrele-el-Aksa Morocco about the year 1620, and died in 1632, after\nhaving founded the second, and present, dynasty of the Hoseinee\nShereefs, surnamed the _Filei_,\n\n29.Muley Shereeff, died in 1652; he had eighty sons, and a hundred\nand twenty-four daughters.Mary travelled to the office.Muley Yezeed, who assumed the surname of El-Mahdee _i.e._ \"the\ndirector,\" in 1792.Sandra went back to the office.Mary went to the kitchen.Muley Hisham, in 1794.Muley Suleiman, in 1822.Muley Abd Errahman, nephew of Muley Suleiman and eldest son of\nMuley Hisham, the reigning Shereefian prince.Mary went back to the hallway.[5]\n\nIn the Shereefian lineage of Muley Suleiman, copied for Ali Bey by the\nEmperor himself, and which is very meagre and unsatisfactory, we miss\nthe names of the two brothers, the Princes Yezeed and Hisham, who\ndisputed the succession on the death of their father, Sidi Mohammed\nwhich happened in April 1790 or 1789, when the Emperor was on a military\nexpedition to quell the rebellion of his son, Yezeed--the tyrant whose\nbad fame and detestable cruelties filled with horror all the North\nAfrican world.Daniel discarded the milk.The Emperor Suleiman evidently suppressed these names, as\ndisfiguring the lustre of the holy pedigree; although Yezeed was the\nhereditary prince, and succeeded his father three days after his death,\nbeing proclaimed Sultan at Salee with accustomed pomp and magnificence.This monster in human shape, having excited a civil war against himself\nby his horrid barbarities, was mortally wounded by a poisoned arrow,\nshot from a secret hand, and died in February 1792, the 22nd month of\nhis reign, and 44th year of his age.On being struck with the fatal weapon, he was carried to his palace at\nDar-el-Beida, where he only survived a single day; but yet during this\nbrief period, and whilstSandra picked up the football there.Mary moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary went to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the garden.Yezeed was of\ncourse, not buried at the cross-roads, (Heaven forefend!)Daniel dropped the football.Sandra travelled to the office.or in a\ncemetery for criminals and infidels, for being a Shereef, and divine\n(not royal) blood running in his veins, he was interred with great\nsolemnities at the mosque of _Kobah Sherfah_ (tombs of the Shereefs),\nbeside the mausoleums wherein repose the awful ashes of the princes and\nkings, who, in ages gone by, have devastated the Empire of Morocco, and\ninflicted incalculable miseries on its unfortunate inhabitants, whilst\nplenarily exercising their divine right, to do wrong as sovereigns, or\nas invested with inviolable Shereefian privileges as lineal successors\nof the Prophets of God!Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra moved to the bedroom.[6]\n\nA civil war still followed this monster's death, and the empire was rent\nand partitioned into three portions, in each of which a pretender\ndisputed for the possession of the Shereefian throne.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.The poor people\nhad now three tyrants for one.Daniel journeyed to the garden.The two grand competitors, however, were\nMuley Hisham, who was proclaimed Sultan in the south at Morrocco and\nSous, and Muley Suleiman, who was saluted as Emperor in the north at\nFez.Sandra moved to the kitchen.In 1795, Hisham retired to a sanctuary where he soon died, and then\nMuley Suleimau was proclaimed in the southern provinces\nEmir-el-Monmeneen, and Sultan of the whole empire.Muley Suleiman proved to be a good and patriotic prince, \"the Shereef of\nShereefs,\" whilst he maintained, by a just administration, tranquility\nin his own state, and cultivated peace with Europe.Mary left the milk.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.A haunting sense of familiarity floated across his\nmemory.Mary travelled to the hallway.\"Let's go nearer,\" he said, \"and quietly.\"With extreme caution they made about two-thirds of the distance when a\nhowl from an Indian dog revealed their presence.At once the speaker\nwho had been standing in the firelight sank crouching to the ground.Daniel grabbed the football there.Instantly Cameron ran forward a few swift steps and, like a hound upon\na deer, leapt across the fire and fair upon the crouching Indian, crying\n\"Call the Police, Martin!\"Martin sprang into the\nmiddle of an excited group of Indians.Mary travelled to the office.Two of them threw themselves\nupon him, but with a hard right and left he laid them low and, seizing\na stick of wood, sprang toward two others who were seeking to batter the\nlife out of Cameron as he lay gripping his enemy by the throat with one\nhand and with the other by the wrist to check a knife thrust.SwingingMary moved to the hallway.Daniel put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Immediately upon the approach of the Police the\nIndians ceased the fight and all that could faded out of the light into\nthe black night around them, while the Indian who continued to struggle\nwith incredible fury to free himself from Cameron's grip suddenly became\nlimp and motionless.Sandra went back to the bedroom.\"Why, it's you, doctor,\nand where--?Daniel went back to the garden.The incidents leading up to the present\nsituation were briefly described by the doctor.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"I can't get this fellow free,\" said the Sergeant, who was working hard\nto release the Indian's throat from the gripping fingers.He turned\nCameron over on his back.Blood was pouring\nfrom his mouth and nose, but his fingers like steel clamps were gripping\nthe wrist and throat of his foe.John moved to the bathroom.Mary went to the bedroom.\"No,\" said Martin, with his hand upon Cameron's heart.You can't loosen his fingers till he revives.The blow that knocked him\nsenseless set those fingers as they are and they will stay set thus till\nreleased by returning consciousness.\"shouted the Superintendent to the slim\nyoung constable.Mary travelled to the office.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Gradually as the water was splashed upon his face Cameron came back to\nlife and, relaxing his fingers, stretched himself with a sigh as of vast\nrelief and lay still.cried the Sergeant, dashing the rest of\nthe water into the face of the Indian lying rigid and motionless on the\nground.John went to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the garden.Daniel grabbed the apple there.A long shudder ran through the Indian's limbs.John travelled to the kitchen.Clutching at\nhis throat with both hands, he raised himself to a sitting posture, his\nbreath coming in raucous gasps, glared wildly upon the group, then sank\nback upon the ground, rolled over upon his side and lay twitching and\nbreathing heavily, unheeded by the doctor and Police who were working\nhard over Cameron.\"No bones broken, I think,\" said the doctor, feeling the battered head.\"Here's where the blow fell that knocked him out,\" pointing to a ridge\nthat ran along the side of Cameron's head.\"A little lower, a little\nmore to the front and he would never have moved.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John picked up the milk there.Cameron opened his eyes, struggled to speak and sank back again.Mary moved to the bathroom.Could you\nget a little brandy, Sergeant?\"Again the slim young constable rushed toward the Barracks and in a few\nmoments returned with the spirits.John grabbed the football there.After taking a sip of the brandy\nCameron again opened his eyes and managed to say \"Don't--\"\n\n\"All right, old chap,\" said the doctor.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.But as once more Cameron opened his eyes the agony of the\nappeal in them aroused the doctor's attention.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.The appealing eyes closed, then, opening again,Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.John left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Once more with painful effort Cameron managed to utter the word\n\"Copperhead.\"ejaculated the Superintendent in a low tense voice,\nspringing to his feet and turning toward the unconscious Indian.he\nshouted, \"Call out the whole Force!Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Surround this camp and hold every\nIndian.Search every teepee for this fellow who was lying here.Leaving Cameron to the doctor, who in a few minutes became\nsatisfied that no serious injury had been sustained, he joined in the\nsearch with fierce energy.The teepees were searched, the squaws and\npapooses were ruthlessly bundled out from their slumbers and with the\nIndians were huddled into the Barracks.But of the Sioux Chief there was\nno sign.Sandra took the milk there.Within a quarter of an hour half\na dozen mounted constables were riding off in different directions to\ncover the main trails leading to the Indian reserves and to sweep a wide\ncircle about the town.\"They will surely get him,\" said Dr.\"Not much chance of it,\" growled Cameron, to whom with returning\nconsciousness had come the bitter knowledge of the escape of the man\nhe had come to regard as his mortal enemy.John took the football there.Early one morning, ten days later, I find her preparing for her\nconfinement.A silk network is first spun on the ground, covering an\nextent about equal to the palm of one's hand.It is coarse and\nshapeless, but firmly fixed.This is the floor on which the Spider\nmeans to operate.On this foundation, which acts as a protection from the sand, the\nLycosa fashions a round mat, the size of a two-franc piece and made of\nsuperb white silk.With a gentle, uniform movement, which might be\nregulated by the wheels of a delicate piece of clockwork, the tip of\nthe abdomen rises and falls, each time touching the supporting base a\nlittle farther away, until the extreme scope of the mechanism is\nattained.Then, without the Spider's moving her position, the oscillation is\nresumed in the opposite direction.By means of this alternate motion,\ninterspersed with numerous contacts, a segment of the sheet is\nobtained, of a very accurate texture.When this is done, the Spider\nmoves a little along a circular line and the loom works in the same\nmanner on another segment.The silk disk, a sort of hardy concave paten, now no longer receives\nanything from the spinnerets in its centre; the marginal belt alone\nincreases in thickness.The piece thus becomes a bowl-shaped porringer,\nsurrounded by a wide, flat edge.With one quick emission, the viscous,\npale-yellow eggs are laid in the basin, where they heap together in the\nshape of a globe which projects largely outside the cavity.The\nspinnerets are once more set going.John moved to the kitchen.With short movements, as the tip of\nthe abdomen rises and falls to weave the round mat, they cover up the\nexposed hemisphere.The result is a pill set in the middle of a\ncircular carpet.The legs, hitherto idle, are now working.They take up", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.At the same time the fangs grip this sheet, lift it\nby degrees, tear it from its base and fold it over upon the globe of\neggs.The whole edifice totters, the floor\ncollapses, fouled with sand.By a movement of the legs, those soiled\nshreds are cast aside.Daniel took the apple there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Briefly, by means of violent tugs of the fangs,\nwhich pull, and broom-like efforts of the legs, which clear away, the\nLycosa extricates the bag of eggs and removes it as a clear-cut mass,\nfree from any adhesion.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bedroom.It is a white-silk pill, soft to the touch and glutinous.Sandra went back to the hallway.Its size is\nthat of an average cherry.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John journeyed to the kitchen.An observant eye will notice, running\nhorizontally around the middle, a fold which a needle is able to raise\nwithout breaking it.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.This hem, generally undistinguishable from the\nrest of the surface, is none other than the edge of the circular mat,\ndrawn over the lower hemisphere.Daniel left the apple.Daniel got the apple there.John travelled to the office.The other hemisphere, through which\nthe youngsters will go out, is less well fortified: its only wrapper is\nthe texture spun over the eggs immediately after they were laid.Sandra discarded the milk.The work of spinning, followed by that of tearing, is continued for a\nwhole morning, from five to nine o'clock.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra went back to the hallway.Worn out with fatigue, the\nmother embraces her dear pill and remains motionless.Sandra got the football there.Daniel put down the apple.I shall see no\nmore to-day.Next morning, I find the Spider carrying the bag of eggs\nslung from her stern.Henceforth, until the hatching, she does not leave go of the precious\nburden, which, fastened to the spinnerets by a short ligament, drags\nand bumps along the ground.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bedroom.Mary grabbed the apple there.With this load banging against her heels,\nshe goes about her business; she walks or rests, she seeks her prey,\nattacks it and devours it.Mary put down the apple.Should some accident cause the wallet to\ndrop off, it is soon replaced.The spinnerets touch it somewhere,\nanywhere, and that is enough: adhesion is at once restored.When the work is done, some of them emancipate themselves, think they\nwill have a look at the country before retiring for good and all.Sandra moved to the garden.It is\nthese whom we meet at times, wandering aimlessly and dragging their bag\nbehind them.Sandra left the milk.Sooner or later, however, the vagrants return home; and\nthe month of August is not over beforeSandra went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I am able\nto procure as many as I want and, with them, to indulge in certain\nexperiments of the highest interest.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.It is a sight worth seeing, that of the Lycosa dragging her treasure\nafter her, never leaving it, day or night, sleeping or waking, and\ndefending it with a courage that strikes the beholder with awe.Mary took the apple there.If I\ntry to take the bag from her, she presses it to her breast in despair,\nhangs on to my pincers, bites them with her poison-fangs.I can hear\nthe daggers grating on the steel.No, she would not allow herself to be\nrobbed of the wallet with impunity, if my fingers were not supplied\nwith an implement.By dint of pulling and shaking the pill with the forceps, I take it\nfrom the Lycosa, who protests furiously.I fling her in exchange a pill\ntaken from another Lycosa.Sandra went back to the kitchen.It is at once seized in the fangs, embraced\nby the legs and hung on to the spinneret.Mary went back to the office.Sandra took the milk there.Her own or another's: it is\nall one to the Spider, who walks away proudly with the alien wallet.Mary discarded the apple.This was to be expected, in view of the similarity of the pills\nexchanged.A test of another kind, with a second subject, renders the mistake more\nstriking.Mary got the apple there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.I substitute, in the place of the lawful bag which I have\nremoved, the work of the Silky Epeira.The colour and softness of the\nmaterial are the same in both cases; but the shape is quite different.John went to the bedroom.The stolen object is a globe; the object presented in exchange is an\nelliptical conoid studded with angular projections along the edge of\nthe base.The Spider takes no account of this dissimilarity.Sandra dropped the milk there.She\npromptly glues the queer bag to her spinnerets and is as pleased as\nthough she were in possession of her real pill.My experimental\nvillainies have no other consequence beyond an ephemeral carting.Mary put down the apple.When\nhatching-time arrives, early in the case of Lycosa, late in that of the\nEpeira, the gulled Spider abandons the strange bag and pays it no\nfurther attention.Let us penetrate yet deeper into the wallet-bearer's stupidity.After\ndepriving the Lycosa of her eggs, I throw her a ball of cork, roughly\npolished with a file and of the same size as the stolen pill.Daniel went back to the hallway.She\naccepts the corky substance, so different from the silk purse, without\nthe least demur.One would have thought that she would recognize her\nmistake with those eight eyes of hers, which gleam like precious\nstones.Lovingly she embraces the\ncork ball, fondles it with her palpi, fastens it to her spinnerets and\nthenceforth drags it after her as though", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John got the football there.John left the football.In the purple sky above me showing dark against the starlight,\n   Long wavering flights of homeward birds fly low,\n   They cry each one to the other, and their weird and wistful calling,\n   Makes most melancholy music as they go.Oh, my dearest hasten, hasten!Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.Already\n   Have I heard the jackals' first assembling cry,\n   And among the purple shadows of the mangroves and the marshes\n   Fitful echoes of their footfalls passing by.Sandra travelled to the office.my arms are empty, and so weary for your beauty,\n   I am thirsty for the music of your voice.Daniel got the apple there.John got the football there.Come to make the marshes joyous with the sweetness of your presence,\n   Let your nearing feet bid all the sands rejoice!John left the football.My hands, my lips are feverish with the longing and the waiting\n   And no softness of the twilight soothes their heat,\n   Till I see your radiant eyes, shining stars beneath the starlight,\n   Till I kiss the slender coolness of your feet.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John moved to the bathroom.Ah, loveliest, most reluctant, when you lay yourself beside me\n   All the planets reel around me--fade away,\n   And the sands grow dim, uncertain,--I stretch out my hands towards you\n   While I try to speak but know not what I say!John went to the office.I am faint with love and longing, and my burning eyes are gazing\n   Where the furtive Jackals wage their famished strife,\n   Oh, your shadow on the mangroves!Mary took the milk there.and your step upon the sandhills,--\n   This is the loveliest evening of my Life!John journeyed to the garden.Thoughts: Mahomed Akram\n\n   If some day this body of mine were burned\n   (It found no favour alas!Sandra went to the garden.with you)\n   And the ashes scattered abroad, unurned,\n   Would Love die also, would Thought die too?But who can answer, or who can trust,\n       No dreams would harry the windblown dust?Daniel grabbed the football there.Were I laid away in the furrows deep\n   Secure from jackal and passing plough,\n   Would your eyes not follow me still through sleep\n   Torment me then as they torture now?Mary discarded the milk.Sandra moved to the office.Would you ever have loved me, Golden Eyes,\n       Had I done aught better or otherwise?Mary got the milk there.Was I overspeechful, or did you yearn\n   When I sat silent, for songs or speech?Ah, Beloved, I had been so apt to learn,\n   So apt, had you only cared to teach.Mary moved to the garden.Mary left the milk.Daniel dropped the apple.ButSandra went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "That drifts in its lonely orbit far\n   Away from your soft, effulgent light\n   In outer planes of Eternal night?Prayer\n\n   You are all that is lovely and light,\n     Aziza whom I adore,\n   And, waking, after the night,\n     I am weary with dreams of you.Mary grabbed the milk there.John picked up the apple there.Every nerve in my heart is tense and sore\n     As I rise to another morning apart from you.Mary went to the bathroom.I dream of your luminous eyes,\n     Aziza whom I adore!Daniel moved to the garden.Of the ruffled silk of your hair,\n   I dream, and the dreams are lies.But I love them, knowing no more\n     Will ever be mine of you\n   Aziza, my life's despair.John put down the apple.I would burn for a thousand days,\n   Aziza whom I adore,\n   Be tortured, slain, in unheard of ways\n     If you pitied the pain I bore.Mary left the milk.Your bright eyes, fastened on other things,\n   Are keener to sting my soul, than scorpion stings!You are all that is lovely to me,\n     All that is light,\n   One white rose in a Desert of weariness.John went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.I only live in the night,\n   The night, with its fair false dreams of you,\n     You and your loveliness.Mary picked up the milk there.Give me your love for a day,\n             A night, an hour:\n           If the wages of sin are Death\n             I am willing to pay.Sandra moved to the bedroom.What is my life but a breath\n       Of passion burning away?O Aziza whom I adore,\n     Aziza my one delight,\n       Only one night, I will die before day,\n     And trouble your life no more.Mary left the milk.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the bedroom.The Aloe\n\n   My life was like an Aloe flower, beneath an orient sky,\n   Your sunshine touched it for an hour; it blossomed but to die.Torn up, cast out, on rubbish heaps where red flames work their will\n   Each atom of the Aloe keeps the flower-time fragrance still.Memory\n\n   How I loved you in your sleep,\n   With the starlight on your hair!The touch of your lips was sweet,\n     Aziza whom I adore,\n   I lay at your slender feet,\n     And against their soft palms pressed,\n   I fitted my face to rest.As winds blow over the sea\n     From Citron gardens ashore,\n   Came, through your scDaniel journeyed to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John went to the bathroom.My lips grew arid and dry,\n     My nerves were tense,\n   Though your beauty soothe the eye\n     It maddens the sense.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John journeyed to the kitchen.Every curve of that beauty is known to me,\n   Every tint of that delicate roseleaf skin,\n     And these are printed on every atom of me,\n   Burnt in on every fibre until I die.And for this, my sin,\n   I doubt if ever, though dust I be,\n   The dust will lose the desire,\n   The torment and hidden fire,\n   Of my passionate love for you.Aziza whom I adore,\n   My dust will be full of your beauty, as is the blue\n   And infinite ocean full of the azure sky.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.In the light that waxed and waned\n   Playing about your slumber in silver bars,\n   As the palm trees swung their feathery fronds athwart the stars,\n   How quiet and young you were,\n   Pale as the Champa flowers, violet veined,\n   That, sweet and fading, lay in your loosened hair.How sweet you were in your sleep,\n   With the starlight on your hair!Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.Your throat thrown backwards, bare,\n   And touched with circling moonbeams, silver white\n     On the couch's sombre shade.MAURICE\n\nOh, will he be here soon?Mother dear, we'll start in a moment!Daniel went back to the office.JEANNE\n\nYes, yes, we'll start in a moment!Why such a dream, why such a dream?Sandra went back to the bathroom._A mice from the darkness, quite near._\n\nJEANNE\n\n_Frightened._\n\nWho is shouting?What a strange dream, what a terrible,\nterrible, terrible dream.John grabbed the milk there._Lowering her voice._\n\nI cannot--why are you torturing me?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nHe is dead, Jeanne!John grabbed the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the office.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nHe is dead, Jeanne.But I swear to you by God, Jeanne!--Belgium\nwill live.Weep, sob, you are a mother.I too am crying with\nyou--But I swear by God: Belgium will live!God has given me the\nlight to see, and I can see.Mary went to the hallway.A new Spring will come here, the trees will be covered with\nblossoms--I swear to you, Jeanne, they will be covered with\nblossoms!John went to the bathroom.And mothers will caress their children, and the sun\nwill shine upon their heads, upon their golden-haired little\nheads!I see my nation: Here it is advancing with palm\nleaves to meet God who has come to earth again.Weep, Jeanne,\nyou are a mother!John discarded the apple.Weep, unfortunate mother", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the bathroom.But there will be happy mothers here again--I see a new world,\nJeanne, I see a new life!Macloud shrugged his shoulders, helplessly.Sandra went back to the kitchen.John moved to the bathroom.XVI\n\nTHE MARABOU MUFF\n\n\nThe next two weeks passed uneventfully.The thieves did not manifest\nthemselves, and the Government authorities did nothing to suggest that\nthey had been informed of the Parmenter treasure.Mary picked up the milk there.Macloud had developed an increasing fondness for Miss Carrington's\nsociety, which she, on her part, seemed to accept with placid\nequanimity.John travelled to the garden.They rode, they drove, they walked, they sailed when the\nweather warranted--and the weather had recovered from its fit of the\nblues, and was lazy and warm and languid.Mary dropped the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.In short, they did everything\nwhich is commonly supposed to denote a growing fondness for each\nother.Daniel went back to the office.John moved to the hallway.Mary got the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.John picked up the football there.Croyden had been paid promptly for the Virginia Development Company\nbonds, and was once more on \"comfortable street,\" as he expressed it.Mary went to the kitchen.Mary dropped the milk.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.But he spoke no word of returning to Northumberland.John journeyed to the office.On the contrary,\nhe settled down to enjoy the life of the village, social and otherwise.He was nice to all the girls, but showed a marked preference for Miss\nCarrington; which, however, did not trouble his friend, in the least.Macloud was quite willing to run the risk with Croyden.He was\nconfident that the call of the old life, the memory of the girl that\nwas, and that was still, would be enough to hold Geoffrey from more\nthan firm friendship.He was not quite sure of himself, however--that\nhe wanted to marry.And he was entirely sure she had not decided\nwhether she wanted him--that was what gave him his lease of life; if\nshe decided _for_ him, he knew that he would decide for her--and\nquickly.Then, one day, came a letter--forwarded by the Club, where he had left\nhis address with instructions that it be divulged to no one.It was\ndated Northumberland, and read:\n\n  \"My dear Colin--\n\n  \"It is useless, between us, to dissemble, and I'm not going to\n  try it.Daniel went to the garden.I want to know whether Geoffrey Croyden is coming back to\n  Northumberland?Mary picked up the milk there.If he is not\n  coming and there is no one else--won't you tell me where you are?(I don't ask you to reveal his address, you see.)Mary left the milk.I shall come\n  down--if only for an hour, between trains--and give him his\n  chance.John travelled to the garden.It is radically improperMary travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.\"Sincerely,\n\n                                           \"Elaine Cavendish.\"Daniel put down the apple there.Mary went back to the bathroom.At dinner, Macloud casually remarked:\n\n\"I ought to go out to Northumberland, this week, for a short time,\nwon't you go along?\"\"I'm not going back to Northumberland,\" he said.\"I'll promise to come back\nwith you in two days at the most.\"\"You can easily find your\nway back.John moved to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.For me, it's easier to stay away from Northumberland, than to\ngo away from it, _again_.\"And Macloud, being wise, dropped the conversation, saying only:\n\n\"Well, I may not have to go.\"Daniel journeyed to the hallway.A little later, as he sat in the drawing-room at Carringtons', he\nbroached a matter which had been on his mind for some time--working\naround to it gradually, with Croyden the burden of their talk.Mary went back to the bedroom.When his\nopportunity came--as it was bound to do--he took it without\nhesitation.Daniel moved to the kitchen.\"Croyden had two reasons for leaving\nNorthumberland: one of them has been eliminated; the other is stronger\nthan ever.\"\"A woman who has plenty of money--more than she can ever\nspend, indeed.\"\"What was the\ntrouble--wouldn't she have him?\"Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"Her money--she has so much!--So much, that, in comparison, he is a\nmere pauper:--twenty millions against two hundred thousand.\"Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.\"If she be willing, I can't see why he is shy?\"\"He says it is all right for a poor girl to marry a rich man, but not\nfor a poor man to marry a rich girl.Daniel moved to the garden.John went back to the hallway.His idea is, that the husband\nshould be able to maintain his wife according to her condition.To\nmarry else, he says, is giving hostages to fortune, and is derogatory\nto that mutual respect which should exist between them.\"\"We all give hostages to fortune when we marry!\"\"What is it you want me to do?\"Mary moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.Sandra went to the bathroom.she asked hastily--\"or can I do\nanything?\"Mary left the apple.Mary moved to the bathroom.\"You can ask Miss Cavendish to visit you for a\nfew days.\"Mary went back to the office.\"Can you, by any possibility, mean Elaine Cavendish?\"\"That's exactly who I do mean--do you know her?\"Sandra travelled to the garden.\"After a fashion--we went to Dobbs Ferry together.\"Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel got the football there.\"She will thinkDaniel went to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"On the contrary, she'll think it more than kind--a positive favor.Daniel journeyed to the garden.You\nsee, she knows I'm with Croyden, but she doesn't know where; so she\nwrote to me at my Club and they forwarded it.Mary moved to the hallway.Croyden left\nNorthumberland without a word--and no one is aware of his residence but\nme.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.She asks that I tell her where _I_ am.While he talked on, telling the youth how to beat out a small blaze and\nhow to head off a large one, Wayland listened, but heard his instructions\nonly as he sensed the brook, as an accompaniment to Berea's voice, for as\nshe busied herself clearing away the dishes and putting the camp to\nrights, she sang.\"You're to have the tent,\" said her father, \"and we two huskies will\nsleep under the shade of this big fir.If you're ever caught out,\" he\nremarked to Wayland, \"hunt for one of these balsam firs; there's always a\ndry spot under them.John picked up the football there.And he showed him the sheltered circle\nbeneath the tree.\"You can always get twigs for kindling from their inner\nbranches,\" he added, \"or you can hew into one of these dead trees and get\nsome pitchy splinters.John discarded the football.There's material for everything you want if you\nknow where to find it.Shelter, food, fire are all here for us as they\nwere for the Indians.A ranger who needs a roof all the time is not worth\nhis bacon.\"So, one by one, the principles of camping were taught by the kindly old\nrancher; but the hints which the girl gave were quite as valuable, for\nWayland was eager to show her that he could be, and intended to be, a\nforester of the first class or perish in the attempt.McFarlane went farther and talked freely of the forest and what it meant\nto the government.\"We're all green at the work,\" he said, \"and we old\nchaps are only holding the fort against the thieves till you youngsters\nlearn how to make the best use of the domain.\"\"I can see that it takes more than technical training to enable a man to\nbe Supervisor of a forest,\" conceded Wayland.Daniel went to the hallway.When I first came on, it was mainly patrolling; but now,\nwith a half dozen sawmills, and these 'June Eleventh Homesteads,' and the\nnew ways of marking timber, and the grazing and free-use permits, the\noffice work has doubled.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John picked up the football there.Wait till\nColorado has two millions of people, and all these lower valleys are\nclamoring for water.John journeyed to the garden.Then you'll see a new party spring up--right here in\nour state.\"\"Let's stay here till the end of the\nweek,\" she suggested.\"I've always wanted to camp on this lake, and now\nI'm here I want time to enjoy it.\"Sandra went back to the bedroom.\"We'll stay", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The young people cut willow rods and went angling at the outlet of the\nlake with prodigious success.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Mary moved to the office.The water rippled with trout, and in half\nan hour they had all they could use for supper and breakfast, and,\nbehold, even as they were returning with their spoil they met a covey of\ngrouse strolling leisurely down to the lake's edge.Sandra journeyed to the office.\"It's like being on the Swiss Family Robinson's Island.I never was more\ncontent,\" he said, fervently.\"I wouldn't mind staying here all winter.\"Mary went to the bathroom.\"The snow falls four feet deep up here.It's\nlikely there's snow on the divide this minute, and camping in the snow\nisn't so funny.Some people got snowed in over at Deep Lake last year and\nnearly all their horses starved before they could get them out.This is a\nfierce old place in winter-time.\"Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"I can't imagine it,\" he said, indicating the glowing amphitheater which\ninclosed the lake.Sandra went to the office.\"See how warmly the sun falls into that high basin!It's all as beautiful as the Tyrol.\"Daniel travelled to the office.The air at the moment was golden October, and the dark clouds which lay\nto the east seemed the wings of a departing rather than an approaching\nstorm; and even as they looked, a rainbow sprang into being, arching the\nlake as if in assurance of peace and plenty, and the young people, as\nthey turned to face it, stood so close together that each felt the glow\nof the other's shoulder.Daniel went to the kitchen.The beauty of the scene seemed to bring them\ntogether in body as in spirit, and they fell silent.Mary went back to the bedroom.McFarlane seemed quite unconscious of any necromancy at work upon his\ndaughter.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.He smoked his pipe, made notes in his field-book, directing an\noccasional remark toward his apprentice, enjoying in his tranquil,\nmiddle-age way the beauty and serenity of the hour.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the garden.Mary picked up the apple there.\"This is the kind of thing that makes up for a hard day's ride,\" he said,\njocosely.As the sunset came on, the young people again loitered down to the\nwater's edge, and there, seated side by side, on a rocky knoll, watched\nthe phantom gold lift from the willows and climb slowly to the cliffs\nabove, while the water deepened in shadow, and busy muskrats marked its\nglossy surface with long silvery lines.Mischievous camp-birds peered at\nthe couple from the branches of the pines uttering satirical comment,\nwhile squirrels, frankly insolent, dropped cones upon their heads and\nbarked in saucy glee.Mary discarded the apple.Wayland forgot all the outside world, forgot that he wasJohn moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John took the apple there.John dropped the apple.He forgot his\nfatigue, his weakness.Daniel went back to the bathroom.He was the poet and the forest lover, and this the\nheart of the range.John grabbed the apple there.Lightly the golden glory rose till only the highest peaks retained its\nflame; then it leapt to the clouds behind the peaks, and gorgeously lit\ntheir somber sulphurous masses.The edges of the pool grew black as\nnight; the voice of the stream grew stern; and a cold wind began to fall\nfrom the heights, sliding like an invisible but palpable icy cataract.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the garden.John dropped the apple.I must go back and get\nsupper.\"John took the apple there.\"We don't need any supper,\" he protested.John dropped the apple.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"Father does, and you'll be hungry before morning,\" she retorted, with\nsure knowledge of men.John got the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.He turned from the scene reluctantly; but once at the camp-fire\ncheerfully gave his best efforts to the work in hand, seconding Berrie's\nskill as best he could.Daniel took the milk there.The next four dynasties are of _fain\u00e9ant_ kings, of\nwhom we know little, not \u201cCarent quia vate sacro,\u201d but because they were\nnot builders, and their memory is lost.The 11th and 12th usher in a new\nstate of affairs.John discarded the apple.The old Memphite pyramid-building kingdom had passed,\nwith its peaceful contentment, and had given place to a warlike\nidolatrous race of Theban kings, far more purely African, the prototypes\nof the great monarchy of the 18th and 19th dynasties, and having no\naffinity with anything we know of as existing in Asia in those times.Their empire lasted apparently for more than 300 years in Upper Egypt;\nbut for the latter portion of that period they do not seem to have\nreigned over the whole country, having been superseded in Lower Egypt by\nthe invasion of the hated Hyksos, or Shepherd kings, about the year 2300\nB.C., and by whom they also were finally totally overthrown.John moved to the kitchen.When we turn from the contemplation of the pyramids, and the monuments\ncontemporary with them, to examine those of the 12th dynasty, we become\nat once aware of the change which has taken place.Daniel left the milk there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Instead of the\npyramids, all of which are situated on the western side of the Nile, we\nhave obelisks, which, without a single exception, are found on its\neastern side towards the rising sun, apparently in contradistinction to\nthe valley of the dead, which was towards the side on which he set.Mary got the football there.The\nearliest and one of the finest of these obelisks is that still standing\nat Heliopolis, inscribed with the name of OsirtMary discarded the football.John journeyed to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.in height,\nwithout the pyramidion which crowns it, and is a splendid block of\ngranite, weighing 217 tons.It must have required immense skill to\nquarry it, to transport it from Syene, and finally, after finishing it,\nto erect it where it now stands and has stood for 4500 years.We find the sculptures of the same king at Wady Halfah, near the second\ncataract, in Nubia; and at Sarabout el Kadem, in the Sinaitic Peninsula.John journeyed to the kitchen.He also commenced the great temple of Karnac at Thebes, which in the\nhands of his successors became the most splendid in Egypt, and perhaps\nit is not too much to say the greatest architectural monument in the\nwhole world.John took the milk there.As might be expected, from our knowledge of the fact that the Hyksos\ninvasion took place so soon after his reign, none of his structural\nbuildings now remain entire in which we might read the story of his\nconquests, and learn to which gods of the Pantheon he especially devoted\nhimself.We must therefore fall back on Manetho for an account of his\n\u201cconquering all Asia in the space of nine years, and Europe as far as\nThrace.\u201d[46] While there is nothing to contradict this statement, there\nis much that renders it extremely probable.Sandra took the football there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.It is to this dynasty also that we owe the erection of the Labyrinth,\none of the most remarkable, as well as one of the most mysterious\nmonuments of Egypt.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.All Manetho tells us of this is, that Lampares, or\nM\u0153ris, \u201cbuilt it as a sepulchre for himself;\u201d and the information we\nderive from the Greeks on this subject is so contradictory and so full\nof the wonderful, that it is extremely difficult to make out either the\nplan or the purpose of the building.As long ago as 1843, the whole site\nwas excavated and thoroughly explored by the officers of the Prussian\nexpedition under Lepsius; but, like most of the information obtained by\nthat ill-conditioned party, such data as have been given are of the most\nunsatisfactory and fragmentary form.The position which Lepsius claimed\nfor the Labyrinth has been found by Mr.Petrie[47] to be incorrect; the\nremains supposed to be those of the walls and chambers are of much later\ndate, being only the houses and tombs of the population which destroyed\nthe great structure.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the hallway.The village thus created was established on the\nouter portion of the site when the destruction of the buildings was\nfirst commenced.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Petrie calculates that the Labyrinth was\nsymmetrical with the pyramid, and had the same axis: that it occupied a\nsite of about 1000 feet wide by 800 ft.John dropped the milk there.Sandra went back to the garden.deep; thus covering an area\nsufficiently large to accommodate all the Theban temples on the east\nbank,", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John moved to the kitchen.The essential\ndifference between the Labyrinth and all other temples was that it\nconsisted of a series of eighteen large peristylar courts with\nsanctuaries and other chambers.Of these, according to Herodotus, there\nwere six, side by side, facing north; six others, opposite, facing\nsouth, and a wall surrounding the whole.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Herodotus, however, was allowed\nto see portions only of the Labyrinth, probably those nearest to the\nentrance.Beyond this, on the north side, Mr.Mary moved to the garden.Petrie suggests the\nexistence of a third series of peristylar courts (described by Strabo),\nwith sanctuaries and other chambers, and south of these, halls of\ncolumns, and smaller halls, through which Strabo entered.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.In the hall of\ntwenty-seven columns, mentioned by Strabo, Mr.John journeyed to the garden.Petrie places the columns\nin one row to form a vestibule to the entrances to the courts similar to\nthe temple of Abydos.Sandra left the apple.The whole disposition of the plan, the style of\nthe courts and their peristyles must be conjectural, as no remains of\nblocks of stone or columns in sufficient preservation have been found on\nwhich to base a restoration.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.On some architrave blocks were found\ninscriptions of Amenemhat III.Sandra dropped the milk.Daniel took the milk there.A wild duck, with its half-fledged clutch, floated fearless from its\nsedgy shore.John grabbed the football there.More remote, a fishing heron stood motionless on a stone,\nintent on its expected prey; and the only other animated feature in the\nquiet scene was a fisherman who had just moored his little boat, and\nhaving settled his tackle, was slinging his basket on his arm and turning\nupward in the direction where I lay.Daniel went to the kitchen.I watched the old man toiling up\nthe steep, and as he drew nigh, hailed him, as I could not suffer him to\npass without learning at least the name, if it had one, of this miniature\nAmhara.He readily complied, and placing his fish-basket on the ground,\nseated himself beside it, not unwilling to recover his breath and recruit\nhis scanty stock of strength almost expended in the ascent.Daniel went to the hallway.\u201cWe call it,\u201d\nsaid he in answer to my query, \u201cthe Lake of the Ruin, or sometimes, to\nsuch as know the story, the Lake of the Lovers, after the two over whom\nthe tombstone is placed inside yon mouldering walls.John discarded the football.My grandfather told me, when a child, that he minded his grandfather\ntelling it to him, and for anything he could say, it might have come down\nmuch farther.Had I time, I\u2019d be proud to tell it to your honour, who\nseems a stranger in these parts, for it\u2019s not over long; but I have toJohn got the football there.John dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.When he had told his tale, he left me with many thanks\nfor the refection; and I descending to his boat, entered it, and with the\naid of a broken oar contrived to scull myself over to the island, the\nscene of the final fortunes of Connor O\u2019Rourke and Norah M\u2019Diarmod, the\nfaithful-hearted but evil-fated pair who were in some sort perpetuated in\nits name.Mary went back to the bedroom.John grabbed the milk there.John put down the milk.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.There, in sooth, within the crumbled walls, was the gravestone\nwhich covered the dust of him the brave and her the beautiful; and\nseating myself on the fragment of a sculptured capital, that showed\nhow elaborately reared the ruined edifice had been, I bethought me how\npoorly man\u2019s existence shows even beside the work of his own hands, and\nendeavoured for a time to make my thoughts run parallel with the history\nof this once-venerated but now forsaken, and, save by a few, forgotten\nstructure; but finding myself fail in the attempt, settled my retrospect\non that brief period wherein it was identified with the two departed\nlovers whose story I had just heard, and which, as I sat by their lowly\nsepulchre, I again repeated to myself.John got the milk there.Mary took the apple there.This lake, as my informant told me, once formed a part of the boundary\nbetween the possessions of O\u2019Rourke the Left-handed and M\u2019Diarmod the\nDark-faced, as they were respectively distinguished, two small rival\nchiefs, petty in property but pre-eminent in passion, to whom a most\nmagnificent mutual hatred had been from generations back \u201cbequeathed from\nbleeding sire to son\u201d--a legacy constantly swelled by accruing outrages,\nfor their paramount pursuits were plotting each other\u2019s detriment or\ndestruction, planning or parrying plundering inroads, inflicting or\navenging injuries by open violence or secret subtlety, as seemed more\nlikely to promote their purposes.Mary left the apple.John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the office.Daniel put down the football.John went back to the kitchen.At the name of an O\u2019Rourke, M\u2019Diarmod\nwould clutch his battle-axe, and brandish it as if one of the detested\nclan were within its sweep: and his rival, nothing behind in hatred,\nwould make the air echo to his deep-drawn imprecation on M\u2019Diarmod\nand all his abominated breed when any thing like an opportunity was\nafforded him.Sandra got the football there.John travelled to the hallway.Their retainers of course shared the same spirit of mutual\nabhorSandra discarded the football there.John left the milk.John grabbed the milk there.Mary went to the hallway.John moved to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.O\u2019Rourke had a son, an only one, who promised\nto sustain or even raise the reputation of the clan, for the youth knew\nnot what it was to blench before flesh and blood--his feet were over\nforemost, in the wolf-hunt or the foray, and in agility, in valour, or\nin vigour, none within the compass of a long day\u2019s travel could stand\nin comparison with young Connor O\u2019Rourke.Sandra moved to the office.John went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the hallway.Detestation of the M\u2019Diarmods\nhad been studiously instilled from infancy, of course; but although the\nyouth\u2019s cheek would flush and his heart beat high when any perilous\nadventure was the theme, yet, so far at least, it sprang more from\nthe love of prowess and applause than from the deadly hostility that\nthrilled in the pulses of his father and his followers.Sandra went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the garden.In the necessary\nintervals of forbearance, as in seed-time, harvest, or other brief\nbreathing-spaces, he would follow the somewhat analogous and bracing\npleasures of the chase; and often would the wolf or the stag--for shaggy\nforests then clothed these bare and desert hills--fall before his spear\nor his dogs, as he fleetly urged the sport afoot.John went to the bathroom.Daniel went to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.Daniel went to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the hallway.It chanced one evening\nthat in the ardour of pursuit he had followed a tough, long-winded stag\ninto the dangerous territory of M\u2019Diarmod.John got the milk there.Mary went to the office.A dozen times he thought, \"We must be nearly at the top,\"\nand then other and far higher ridges suddenly developed.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel grabbed the apple there.John put down the milk.Daniel dropped the apple.Occasionally the\nSupervisor was forced to unsling an ax and chop his way through a fallen\ntree, and each time the student hurried to the spot, ready to aid, but\nwas quite useless.He admired the ease and skill with which the older man\nput his shining blade through the largest bole, and wondered if he could\never learn to do as well.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"One of the first essentials of a ranger's training is to learn to swing\nan ax,\" remarked McFarlane, \"and you never want to be without a real\ntool.John took the apple there._I_ won't stand for a hatchet ranger.\"John went back to the office.Berrie called attention to the marks on the trees.John went back to the bedroom.\"This is the\ngovernment sign--a long blaze with two notches above it.You can trust\nthese trails; they lead somewhere.\"Daniel moved to the garden.\"As you ride a trail study how to improve it,\" added the Supervisor,\nsheathing his ax.John dropped the apple there.Wayland was sure ofSandra went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The girl laughed, but Wayland was appalled\nand stood transfixed watching McFarlane as he calmly extricated himself\nfrom the saddle of the fallen horse and chirped for him to rise.\"You act as if this were a regular part of the journey,\" Wayland said to\nBerrie.\"It's all in the day's work,\" she replied; \"but I despise a bog worse\nthan anything else on the trail.John went to the bathroom.I'll show you how to go round this one.\"John journeyed to the kitchen.Thereupon she slid from her horse and came tiptoeing back along the edge\nof the mud-hole.McFarlane cut a stake and plunged it vertically in the mud.\"That means\n'no bottom,'\" he explained.Wayland was dismounting when Berrie said: \"Stay on.Mary travelled to the hallway.Now put your horse\nright through where those rocks are.He felt like a child; but he did as she bid, and so came safely through,\nwhile McFarlane set to work to blaze a new route which should avoid the\nslough which was already a bottomless horror to the city man.This mishap delayed them nearly half an hour, and the air grew dark and\nchill as they stood there, and the amateur ranger began to understand how\nserious a lone night journey might sometimes be.John got the football there.\"What would I do if when\nriding in the dark my horse should go down like that and pin me in the\nmud?\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.\"Eternal watchfulness is certainly one of the\nforester's first principles.\"The sky was overshadowed now, and a thin drizzle of rain filled the air.The novice hastened to throw his raincoat over his shoulders; but\nMcFarlane rode steadily on, clad only in his shirtsleeves, unmindful of\nthe wet.John travelled to the bedroom.Berrie, however, approved Wayland's caution.\"That's right; keep\ndry,\" she called back.\"Don't pay attention to father, he'd rather get\nsoaked any day than unroll his slicker.Sandra moved to the office.You mustn't take him for model\nyet awhile.\"He no longer resented her sweet solicitude, although he considered\nhimself unentitled to it, and he rejoiced under the shelter of his fine\nnew coat.He began to perceive that one could be defended against a\nstorm.After passing two depressing marshes, they came to a hillside so steep,\nso slippery, so dark, so forbidding, that one of the pack-horses balked,\nshook his head, and reared furiously, as if to say \"I can't do it, and I\nwon't try.\"The forest was gloomy and\ncold, and apparently endless.After coaxing him for a time with admirable gentleness, the Supervisor,\nat Berrie's suggestion, shifted part of the load to her own saddle-horse,\nand they went on.Wayland, though incapable of comment--so great was the demand upon his\nlungs--was not too tired to admire the power and resolution of the girl,\nwho seemed not to suffer any special inconvenience from the rarefied", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The dryness of his open mouth, the throbbing of his troubled pulse, the\nroaring of his breath, brought to him with increasing dismay the fact\nthat he had overlooked another phase of the ranger's job.Daniel travelled to the garden.\"I couldn't\nchop a hole through one of these windfalls in a week,\" he admitted, as\nMcFarlane's blade again liberated them from a fallen tree.John picked up the milk there.Mary moved to the garden.\"To do office\nwork at six thousand feet is quite different from swinging an ax up here\nat timber-line,\" he said to the girl.\"I guess my chest is too narrow for\nhigh altitudes.\"\"Oh, you'll get used to it,\" she replied, cheerily.Mary went to the bathroom.\"I always feel it a\nlittle at first; but I really think it's good for a body, kind o'\nstretches the lungs.\"Mary moved to the bedroom.Nevertheless, she eyed him with furtive anxiety.He was beginning to be hungry also--he had eaten a very early\nbreakfast--and he fell to wondering just where and when they were to\ncamp; but he endured in silence.\"So long as Berrie makes no complaint my\nmouth is shut,\" he told himself.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.\"Surely I can stand it if she can.\"John moved to the hallway.Up and up the pathway looped, crossing minute little boggy meadows, on\nwhose bottomless ooze the grass shook like a blanket, descending steep\nravines and climbing back to dark and muddy <DW72>s.The forest was\ndripping, green, and silent now, a mysterious menacing jungle.Daniel picked up the football there.All the\nwarmth and magic of the golden forest below was lost as though it\nbelonged to another and sunnier world.Daniel discarded the football there.I know how to\nvalue the regard of my friends, and despise, from my soul, the threats of\nmy enemies.Mary travelled to the hallway.Whatever happens\nhere in your absence shall be managed with as much deference to your\nwishes, as the duty I owe to a higher power can possibly permit.\"Mary travelled to the garden.With this qualified promise Morton was obliged to rest satisfied.Daniel took the football there.Daniel moved to the bathroom.\"Our defeat will relieve the garrison,\" said he, internally, \"ere they\ncan be reduced to surrender at discretion; and, in case of victory, I\nalready see, from the numbers of the moderate party, that I shall have a\nvoice as powerful as Burley's in determining the use which shall be made\nof it.\"He therefore followed Balfour to the council, where they found\nKettledrummle adding to his lastly a few words of practical application.Daniel travelled to the office.John journeyed to the garden.When these were expended, Morton testified his willingness to accompany\nthe main body of the army, which was destined to drive the regular troops\nfrom Glasgow.John left the milk.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went to the garden.His companions in command were named, and the whole\nreceived a strengthening exhortation from the preachersMary travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Next morning, at break of day, the insurgent army broke up from their\nencampment, and marched towards Glasgow.It is not our intention to detail at length incidents which may be found\nin the history of the period.It is sufficient to say, that Claverhouse\nand Lord Ross, learning the superior force which was directed against\nthem, intrenched, or rather barricadoed themselves, in the centre of the\ncity, where the town-house and old jail were situated, with the\ndetermination to stand the assault of the insurgents rather than to\nabandon the capital of the west of Scotland.John moved to the office.The presbyterians made their\nattack in two bodies, one of which penetrated into the city in the line\nof the College and Cathedral Church, while the other marched up the\nGallowgate, or principal access from the south-east.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.John went back to the bathroom.Both divisions were\nled by men of resolution, and behaved with great spirit.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the office.But the\nadvantages of military skill and situation were too great for their\nundisciplined valour.Sandra went to the garden.Ross and Claverhouse had carefully disposed parties of their soldiers in\nhouses, at the heads of the streets, and in the entrances of closes, as\nthey are called, or lanes, besides those who were intrenched behind\nbreast-works which reached across the streets.Sandra grabbed the milk there.The assailants found their\nranks thinned by a fire from invisible opponents, which they had no means\nof returning with effect.John went to the hallway.It was in vain that Morton and other leaders\nexposed their persons with the utmost gallantry, and endeavoured to bring\ntheir antagonists to a close action; their followers shrunk from them in\nevery direction.And yet, though Henry Morton was one of the very last to\nretire, and exerted himself in bringing up the rear, maintaining order in\nthe retreat, and checking every attempt which the enemy made to improve\nthe advantage they had gained by the repulse, he had still the\nmortification to hear many of those in his ranks muttering to each other,\nthat \"this came of trusting to latitudinarian boys; and that, had honest,\nfaithful Burley led the attack, as he did that of the barricades of\nTillietudlem, the issue would have been as different as might be.\"Mary took the apple there.It was with burning resentment that Morton heard these reflections thrown\nout by the very men who had soonest exhibited signs of discouragement.Mary left the apple.The unjust reproach, however, had the effect of firing his emulation, and\nmaking him sensible that, engaged as he was in a perilous cause, it was\nabsolutely necessary that he should conquer or die.\"I have no retreat,\" he said to himself.Sandra put down the milk.\"All shall allow--even Major\nBellenden--even Edith--that in courage, at least, the rebel Morton was\nnot inferior to his father.\"Daniel journeyed to the garden.The condition of the army after the repulse was so undisciplined, and in", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Recruits, in the meanwhile,\ncame fast in, more moved by the extreme hardships of their own condition,\nand encouraged by the advantage obtained at Loudon-hill, than deterred by\nthe last unfortunate enterprise.Mary went to the kitchen.John went to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Many of these attached themselves\nparticularly to Morton's division.He had, however, the mortification to\nsee that his unpopularity among the more intolerant part of the\nCovenanters increased rapidly.The prudence beyond his years, which he\nexhibited in improving the discipline and arrangement of his followers,\nthey termed a trusting in the arm of flesh, and his avowed tolerance for\nthose of religious sentiments and observances different from his own,\nobtained him, most unjustly, the nickname of Gallio, who cared for none\nof those things.What was worse than these misconceptions, the mob of the\ninsurgents, always loudest in applause of those who push political or\nreligious opinions to extremity, and disgusted with such as endeavour to\nreduce them to the yoke of discipline, preferred avowedly the more\nzealous leaders, in whose ranks enthusiasm in the cause supplied the want\nof good order and military subjection, to the restraints which Morton\nendeavoured to bring them under.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.In short, while bearing the principal\nburden of command, (for his colleagues willingly relinquished in his\nfavour every thing that was troublesome and obnoxious in the office of\ngeneral,) Morton found himself without that authority, which alone could\nrender his regulations effectual.I sent to my house by my\nLord's order his shipp--[Qy.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.So to my father's, and did give him order about the buying of\nthis cloth to send to my Lord.But I could not stay with him myself, for\nhaving got a great cold by my playing the fool in the water yesterday I\nwas in great pain, and so went home by coach to bed, and went not to the\noffice at all, and by keeping myself warm, I broke wind and so came to\nsome ease.Sandra went back to the office.John took the football there.John journeyed to the kitchen.Rose and eat some supper, and so to bed again.John journeyed to the garden.Mary went to the hallway.My father came and drank his morning draft with me, and sat with me\ntill I was ready, and so he and I about the business of the cloth.John left the football.By and\nby I left him and went and dined with my Lady, who, now my Lord is gone,\nis come to her poor housekeeping again.Then to my father's, who tells me\nwhat he has done, and we resolved upon two pieces of scarlet, two of\npurple, and two of black, and L50 in linen.I home, taking L300 with me\nhome from Alderman Backwell's.After writing to my Lord to let him know\nwhat I had done I was going to bed, but there coming the purser of the\nKing's yacht for victualls presently, for the Duke of York is to go down\nto-morrow,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But no purser coming in the morning for them, and I\nhear that the Duke went last night, and so I am at a great loss what to\ndo; and so this day (though the Lord's day) staid at home, sending Will up\nand down to know what to do.John went to the bathroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.Sometimes thinking to continue my resolution\nof sending by the carrier to be at Deal on Wednesday next, sometimes to\nsend them by sea by a vessel on purpose, but am not yet come to a\nresolution, but am at a very great loss and trouble in mind what in the\nworld to do herein.The afternoon (while Will was abroad) I spent in\nreading \"The Spanish Gypsey,\" a play not very good, though commended much.At night resolved to hire a Margate Hoy, who would go away to-morrow\nmorning, which I did, and sent the things all by him, and put them on\nboard about 12 this night, hoping to have them as the wind now serves in\nthe Downs to-morrow night.Mary travelled to the hallway.John got the football there.To-bed with some quiet of mind, having sent\nthe things away.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Visited this morning by my old friend Mr.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the office.John went back to the kitchen.Carter, who staid and\nwent to Westminster with me, and there we parted, and I to the Wardrobe\nand dined with my Lady.Mary journeyed to the garden.So home to my painters, who are now about\npainting my stairs.So to the office, and at night we all went to Sir W.\nPen's, and there sat and drank till 11 at night, and so home and to bed.All this morning at home vexing about the delay of my painters, and\nabout four in the afternoon my wife and I by water to Captain Lambert's,\nwhere we took great pleasure in their turret-garden, and seeing the fine\nneedle-works of his wife, the best I ever saw in my life, and afterwards\nhad a very handsome treat and good musique that she made upon the\nharpsicon, and with a great deal of pleasure staid till 8 at night, and so\nhome again, there being a little pretty witty child that is kept in their\nhouse that would not let us go without her, and so fell a-crying by the\nwater-side.John journeyed to the bathroom.So home, where I met Jack Cole, who staid with me a good\nwhile, and is still of the old good humour that we were of at school\ntogether, and I am very glad to see him.John travelled to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.All the morning almost at home, seeing my stairs finished by the\npainters, which pleases me well.Mary dropped the apple.Mary took the apple there.Daniel moved to the hallway.Moore to Westminster Hall,\nit being term, and then by water to the Wardrobe, where very merry, and so\nhome to the office all the afternoon, and at night to the ExchangeMary went back to the office.John dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "So back again\nhome and at night to bed.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Thanks be to God I am very well again of my\nlate pain, and to-morrow hope to be out of my pain of dirt and trouble in\nmy house, of which I am now become very weary.One thing I must observe\nhere while I think of it, that I am now become the most negligent man in\nthe world as to matters of news, insomuch that, now-a-days, I neither can\ntell any, nor ask any of others.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.At home the greatest part of the day to see my workmen make an end,\nwhich this night they did to my great content.Daniel went to the office.Mary moved to the bathroom.Daniel went to the bedroom.This morning going to my father's I met him, and so he and I went\nand drank our morning draft at the Samson in Paul's Churchyard, and eat\nsome gammon of bacon, &c., and then parted, having bought some green\nSay--[A woollen cloth.Daniel grabbed the apple there.\"Saye clothe serge.\"--Palsgrave.]John journeyed to the garden.Mary picked up the football there.Home, and so to the Exchequer, where I met with my uncle\nWight, and home with him to dinner, where among others (my aunt being out\nof town), Mr.Mary dropped the football.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Norbury and I did discourse of his wife's house and land at\nBrampton, which I find too much for me to buy.John went back to the bathroom.Home, and in the afternoon\nto the office, and much pleased at night to see my house begin to be clean\nafter all the dirt.At noon went and\ndined with my Lord Crew, where very much made of by him and his lady.John took the milk there.Then\nto the Theatre, \"The Alchymist,\"--[Comedy by Ben Jonson, first printed in\n1612.]Sandra went back to the office.And that being done I met with\nlittle Luellin and Blirton, who took me to a friend's of theirs in\nLincoln's Inn fields, one Mr.John dropped the milk.Hodges, where we drank great store of\nRhenish wine and were very merry.Daniel moved to the office.So I went home, where I found my house\nnow very clean, which was great content to me.In the morning to church, and my wife not being well,\nI went with Sir W. Batten home to dinner, my Lady being out of town, where\nthere was Sir W. Pen, Captain Allen and his daughter Rebecca, and Mr.Mary journeyed to the office.After dinner to church all of us and had a very\ngood sermon of a stranger, and so I and the young company to walk first to\nGraye's Inn Walks, where great store of gallants, but above all the ladies\nthat I there saw, or ever did see, Mrs.Frances Butler (Monsieur\nL'Impertinent's sister) is the greatest beauty.T", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.He\ncarefully arranged his ammunition and loaded every rifle and\nfowling-piece which he had, strongly barricaded the doors and windows of\nhis house, and then sat quietly down to read his Bible.Mary put down the football.At sunset he saw\na large body of the police, with the green banner of Islam and Hikmut\nOollah Khan at their head, entering his compound.Tucker to surrender in the name of the Badshah of Delhi,\nand if he wished his life to be spared, he could have it on condition\nthat he accepted the religion of Mahommed.John moved to the garden.This he resolutely refused\nto do, and tried to reason with the police, to which they replied by a\nvolley.John went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Tucker returned the fire, and before the doors of his house\ncould be forced he had killed sixteen and wounded many more, when he\nfell pierced by both spears and bullets.Mary got the football there.So died the brave and\nGod-fearing Robert Tucker, the glory of the Bengal Civil Service, and\nthus ended the defence of Futtehpore by one solitary Englishman against\nhundreds of rebels.When the detachment of which my company formed part, marched through\nFuttehpore, it was rumoured that the Banda and Dinapore mutineers,\njoined by large bodies of _budmashes_,[2] numbering over ten thousand\nmen, with three batteries of regular artillery, mustering eighteen guns,\nhad crossed the Jumna, and were threatening our communications with\nAllahabad.Mary journeyed to the office.2, or Captain Cornwallis's company\nof the Ninety-Third, was left in the fort at Futtehpore to guard\nprovisions, etc., as that post had been greatly strengthened by a party\nof sappers and was formed into a depot for commissariat stores and\nammunition, which were being pushed on by every available mode of\nconveyance from Allahabad.Daniel got the apple there.John went back to the garden.We left Futtehpore on the 25th of October,\nand arrived at Cawnpore on the morning of the 27th, having marched the\nforty-six miles in two days.When we reached Cawnpore we found everything quiet, and Brigadier\nWilson, of the Sixty-Fourth Regiment, in command.Sandra moved to the hallway.Wheeler's immortal\nentrenchment was deserted, but a much stronger one had lately been\nbuilt, or rather was still under construction on the right (the\nCawnpore) bank of the Ganges, to protect the bridge of boats crossing\ninto Oude.Mary travelled to the bathroom.This place was constructed of strong and well-planned\nearthworks, and every available coolie in Cawnpore was at work, from\ndaylight till dark, strengthening the place.Bastions and ramparts were\nbeing constructed of every conceivable material, besides the usual\ngabions and fascines.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Bales of cotton were built into the ramparts, bags\nof every size and shape, soldiers' knMary moved to the office.Daniel discarded the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.On my recent visit to\nCawnpore I looked for this fort in vain.John got the football there.Eventually I learned from\nColonel Baddeley that it was some time ago dismantled and converted into\nthe Government Harness and Saddlery Factory, the ramparts having been\nlevelled and the ditch filled in with earth.Sandra got the milk there.The day before we reached Cawnpore, a strong column from Delhi had\narrived under command of Sir Hope Grant, and was encamped on the plain\nnear the spot where the railway station now stands.The detachment of\nthe Ninety-Third did not pitch tents, but was accommodated in some\nbuildings, on which the roofs were still left, near General Wheeler's\nentrenchment.My company occupied the _dak_ bungalow, which, on my\nrevisit to Cawnpore, appeared to me to have given place to the present\nVictoria Hotel.Sandra left the milk.After a few hours' rest, we were allowed to go out in parties of ten or\ntwelve to visit the horrid scene of the recent treachery and massacre.The first place my party reached was General Wheeler's so-called\nentrenchment, the ramparts of which at the highest places did not exceed\nfour feet, and were so thin that at the top they could never have been\nbullet-proof!John discarded the football.Sandra went to the garden.John travelled to the garden.The entrenchment and the barracks inside of it were\ncomplete ruins, and the only wonder about it was how the small force\ncould have held out so long.In the rooms of the building were still\nlying strewn about the remains of articles of women's and children's\nclothing, broken toys, torn pictures, books, pieces of music, etc.Sandra journeyed to the office.John journeyed to the bedroom.Among\nthe books, I picked up a New Testament in Gaelic, but without any name\non it.All the blank leaves had been torn out, and at the time I formed\nthe opinion that they had been used for gun-waddings, because, close\nbeside the Testament, there was a broken single-barrelled duck gun,\nwhich had evidently been smashed by a 9-pounder shot lying near.Mary travelled to the office.John moved to the office.I\nannexed the Testament as a relic, and still have it.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John moved to the bedroom.The Psalms and\nParaphrases in Gaelic verses are complete, but the first chapter of\nMatthew and up to the middle of the seventh verse of the second chapter\nare wanting.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Mary got the apple there.The Testament must have belonged to some Scotch Highlander\nin the garrison.I have more than once thought of sending it home to the\nHighland Society as a relic of the Mutiny.Sandra went back to the garden.From the entrenchment we went to the Suttee Chowrah _ghat_, where the\ndoomed garrison were permitted to embark in theSandra went to the kitchen.Mary dropped the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.We then went to see the slaughter-house in which the unfortunate women\nand children had been barbarously murdered, and the well into which\ntheir mangled bodies were afterwards flung.Mary went to the kitchen.As to the peculiarities of the religion of the Atlas Jews, they are said\nnot to have the Pentateuch and the law in the same order as Jews\ngenerally.They are unacquainted with Ezra, or Christ; they did not go\nto Babylon at the captivity, but were dispersed over Africa at that\nperiod.They are a species of Caraaites, or Jewish Protestants.Shadai\nis the name which they apply to the Supreme Being, when speaking of him.Their written law begins by stating that the world was many thousand\nyears old when the present race of men was formed, which, curiously\nenough, agrees with the researches of modern geology.The present race\nof men are the joint offspring of different and distinct human species.God, it is said, appeared to\nIshmael in a dream, and told him he must separate from Isaac, and go to\nthe desert, where he would make him a great nation.There would ever\nafter be enmity between the two races, as at this day there is the\ngreatest animosity between the Jews and Mahometans.The great nucleus of these Shelouh Jews is in _Jebel Melge_, or the vast\nridge of the Atlas capped with eternal snows; and they hold\ncommunications with the Jews of Ait Mousa, Frouga or Misfuva.They\nrarely descend to the plains or cities of the empire, and look upon the\nrest of the Jews of this country as heretics.John went to the bedroom.Isolation thus begets\nenmity and mistrust, as in other cases.A few years ago, a number came\nto Mogador, and were not at all pleased with their visit, finding fault\nwith everything among their brethren.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.These Jewish mountaineers are\nsupposed to be very numerous.So\nthey live in a wild independence, professing a creed as free as their\nown mountain airs.Sandra went back to the office.God, who made the hills, made likewise man's freedom\nto abide therein.Before taking leave of the Maroquine Israelites, I\nmust say something of their personal appearance.Both in Tangier and\nMogador, I was fortunate enough to be acquainted with families, who\ncould boast of the most perfect and classic types of Jewish female\nloveliness.John took the football there.Alas, that these beauties should be only charming _animals_,\ntheir minds and affections being left uncultivated, or converted into\ncaves of unclean and tormenting passions.John journeyed to the kitchen.The Jewesses, in general,\nuntil they become enormously stout and weighed down with obesity, are of\nextreme beauty.John journeyed to the garden.Most of them have fair complexions; their rose and\njasmine faces, their pure wax-like delicate features, and their\nexceedingly expressive and bewitching eyes, would fascinate the most\nfastidious", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But these Israelitish ladies, recalling the fair image of Rachel in the\nPatriarchal times of Holy Writ, and worthy to serve as models for a\nGrecian sculptor, are treated with savage disdain by the churlish Moors,\nand sometimes are obliged to walk barefoot and prostrate themselves\nbefore their ugly negress concubines.The male infants of Jews are\nengaging and goodlooking when young; but, as they grow up, they become\nordinary; and Jews of a certain age, are decidedly and most disgustingly\nugly.It is possible that the degrading slavery in which they usually\nlive, their continued habits of cringing servility, by which the\ncountenance acquires a sinister air and fiendishly cunning smirk, may\ncause this change in their appearance.But what contrasts we had of the\nbeauty of countenance and form in the Jewish society of Mogador!You\nfrequently see a youthful woman, nay a girl of exquisite beauty and\ndelicacy of features, married to an old wretched ill-looking fellow of\nsome sixty or seventy years of age, tottering over the grave, or an\nincurable invalid.To render them worse-looking, whilst the women may\ndress in any and the gayest colours, the men wear a dark blue and black\nturban and dress, and though this is prescribed as a badge of\noppression, they will often assume it when they may attire themselves in\nwhite and other livelier colours.However, men get used to their misery,\nand hug their chains.The Jews, at times, though but very rarely, avail themselves of their\nprivilege of four wives granted them in Mahometan countries, and a nice\nmess they make of it.Mary went to the office.I knew a Jew of this description in Tunis.John went to the garden.He was\na lively, jocose fellow, with a libidinous countenance, singing always\nsome catch of a song.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.He was a silk-mercer, and pretty well off.His\nhouse was small, and besides a common _salle-a-manger_, divided into\nfour compartments for his four wives, each defending her room with the\nferocity of a tigress.Two of them were of his own age, about fifty, and\ntwo not more than twenty.Daniel got the milk there.The two elder ones, I was told by his\nneighbours, were entirely abandoned by the husband, and the two younger\nones were always bickering and quarrelling, as to which of them should\nhave the greater favour of their common tyrant; the house a scene of\ntumult, disorder and indecency.Amongst the whole of the wives, there\nwas only one child, a boy, of course an immense pet, a little surly\nwretch; his growth smothered, his health nearly ruined, by the\noverattentions of the four women, whom he kicked and pelted when out of\nhumour.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John moved to the kitchen.This little imp was the fit type, or interpretation of the presiding\ngenius of polygamy.I once visited this happy family, this biting satire\non domestic bliss and the beauty", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.The women\nwere all sour, and busy at work, weaving or spinning cotton, \"Do you\nwork for your husband?\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.I asked,\n\n_The women_.--\"Thank Rabbi, no.\"Mary moved to the bedroom._Traveller_.--\"What do you do with your money?\"_The women_.--\"Spend it ourselves.\"Sandra took the football there._Traveller_.--\"How do you like to have only one husband among you four?\"Daniel went back to the bedroom._Traveller_.--\"Whose boy is that?\"_The women_.--\"It belongs to us all.\"_Traveller_.--\"Have you no other children?\"_The women_.--\"Our husband is good for no more than that.\"Whilst I was talking to these angelic creatures, their beloved lord was\nquietly stuffing capons, without hearing our polite discourse.A\nEuropean Jew who knew the native society of Jews well, represents\ndomestic bliss to be a mere phantom, and scarcely ever thought of, or\nsought after.These were Sherman's men, and under the watchful eye\nand in the inspiring presence of that general thousands of stalwart lads\nfrom the sparsely settled States were becoming the very bone and sinew of\nthe Federal fighting force.The men of Sherman, like their leader, were\nforging steadily to the front.They had become proficient in the fighting\nwhich knows no fear, in many hard-won combats in the early part of the\nwar.Greater and more magnificent conflicts awaited those who did not find\na hero's grave.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.[Illustration: A CAMP MEETING WITH A PURPOSE\n\nCOPYRIGHT 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]There was something of extreme interest taking place when this photograph\nwas taken at Corinth.With arms stacked, the soldiers are gathered about\nan improvised stand sheltered with canvas, listening to a speech upon a\nburning question of the hour--the employment of <DW52> troops in the\nfield.A question upon which there were many different and most decided\nopinions prevailing in the North, and but one nearly universal opinion\nholding south of Mason and Dixon's line.Daniel took the apple there.General Thomas, at the moment\nthis photograph was taken, was addressing the assembled troops on this\nsubject.Some prominent Southerners, among them General Patrick Cleburne,\nfavored the enrollment of <DW64>s in the Confederate army.[Illustration: LEADERS OF A GALLANT STAND AT STONE'S RIVER\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]Early in the war Carlin made a name\nfor himself as colonel of the Thirty-eighth Illinois Infantry, which was\nstationed at Pilot Knob, Missouri, and was kept constantly alert by the\nraids of Price and Jeff Thompson.Sandra moved to the garden.Carlin rose rapidly to be the commander\nof a brigade, and joined the forces in Tennessee in 1862.He distinguished\nhimself at Perryville and in the advance to Murfreesboro.At Stone's River\nhis brigade, almost surrounded, repulsed an overwhelming force of", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.This picture was taken a year after that battle, while the\nbrigade was in winter quarters at Ringgold, Georgia.Sandra picked up the apple there.The band-stand was\nbuilt by the General's old regiment.[Illustration: AN UNCEASING WORK OF WAR\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.Daniel dropped the football.Sandra discarded the apple.In the picture the contraband laborers often pressed into service by\nFederals are repairing the \"stringer\" track near Murfreesboro after the\nbattle of Stone's River.The long lines of single-track road, often\ninvolving a change from broad-gauge to narrow-gauge, were entirely\ninadequate for the movement of troops in that great area.John got the football there.In these\nisolated regions the railroads often became the supreme objective of both\nsides.Sandra got the apple there.When disinclined to offer battle, each struck in wild raids against\nthe other's line of communication.John went to the bathroom.Sections of track were tipped over\nembankments; rails were torn up, heated red-hot in bonfires, and twisted\nso that they could never be used again.The wrecking of a railroad might\npostpone a maneuver for months, or might terminate a campaign suddenly in\ndefeat.Mary journeyed to the garden.Each side in retreat burned its bridges and destroyed the railroad\nbehind it.Again advancing, each had to pause for the weary work of\nrepair.[Illustration: SKIRMISHERS AT CHANCELLORSVILLE.Sandra dropped the apple._Painted by J. W. Gies._\n\n  _Copyright, 1901, by Perrien-Keydel Co.,\n  Detroit, Mich., U. S. A._]\n\n\n\n\nFREDERICKSBURG--DISASTER FOR A NEW UNION LEADER\n\n    The Army of the Potomac had fought gallantly; it had not lost a single\n    cannon, all its attacks being made by masses of infantry; it had\n    experienced neither disorder nor rout.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra got the apple there.Daniel travelled to the garden.But the defeat was complete,\n    and its effects were felt throughout the entire country as keenly as\n    in the ranks of the army.Daniel moved to the bedroom.The little confidence that Burnside had been\n    able to inspire in his soldiers had vanished, and the respect which\n    everybody entertained for the noble character of the unfortunate\n    general could not supply its place.--_Comte de Paris, in \"History of\n    the Civil War in America.\"_\n\n\nThe silent city of military graves at Fredericksburg is a memorial of one\nof the bloodiest battles of the Civil War.The battle of Antietam had been\nregarded a victory by the Federals and a source of hope to the North,\nafter a wearisome period of inaction and defeats.John dropped the football.General George B.\nMcClellan, in command of the Army of the Potomac, failed to follow up this", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "President Lincoln's impatience was brought to a climax;\nMcClellan was relieved and succeeded by General Ambrose E. Burnside, who\nwas looked upon with favor by the President, and who had twice declined\nthis proffered honor.It was on November 5, 1862, nearly two months after\nAntietam, when this order was issued.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The Army of the Potomac was in\nsplendid form and had made plans for a vigorous campaign.On the 9th\nBurnside assumed command, and on the following day McClellan took leave of\nhis beloved troops.Burnside at once changed the whole plan of campaign, and decided to move\non Fredericksburg, which lay between the Union and Confederate armies.Daniel went to the kitchen.He\norganized his army into three grand divisions, under Generals Sumner,\nHooker, and Franklin, commanding the right, center, and left, and moved\nhis troops from Warrenton to Falmouth.A delay of some two weeks was due\nto the failure of arrival of the pontoons.In a council of war held on the\nnight of December 10th the officers under Burnside expressed themselves\nalmost unanimously as opposed to the plan of battle, but Burnside\ndisregarded their views and determined to carry out his original plans\nimmediately.After some delay and desultory fighting for two days, the\ncrossing of the army was effected by the morning of December 13th.By this\ntime General Robert E. Lee, commanding the Confederates, had his army\nconcentrated and entrenched on the hills surrounding the town.In their\nefforts to place their bridges the Federals were seriously hindered by the\nfiring of the Confederate sharpshooters--\"hornets that were stinging the\nArmy of the Potomac into a frenzy.\"The Confederate fire continued until\nsilenced by a heavy bombardment of the city from the Federal guns, when\nthe crossing of the army into Fredericksburg was completed without further\ninterference.The forces of Lee were in battle array about the town.Blaisdell, I'll send up my trunks to-morrow\nmorning.Mary got the milk there.And now good-night--and thank you.\"The woman, too, came to her feet, but her face\nwas surprised.\"Why, you haven't even seen your room yet!How do you\nknow you'll like it?\"There was a quizzical lift to his\neyebrows.Well--er--perhaps I will just take a look at--the room, though I'm not\nworrying any, I assure you.Sandra went back to the bathroom.I've no doubt it will be quite right, quite\nright,\" he finished, as he followed Mrs.Blaisdell to a door halfway\ndown the narrow hall.Mary went to the hallway.Five minutes later, once more on the street, he was walking home with\nBenny.It was Benny who broke the long silence that had immediately\nfallen between them.Smith, I'll bet ye YOU'll never be rich!\"Daniel moved to the bedroom.I'll never be--What do you mean, boy?\"\"'Cause you paid Aunt Jane what she asked the very first time.Why,\nAunt Jane never expects ter get what", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "She sells him\ngroceries in the store, sometimes, when Uncle Frank's away, ye know.Pa\nsays what she asks first is for practice--just ter get her hand in; an'\nshe expects ter get beat down.But you paid it, right off the bat.Didn't ye see how tickled Aunt Jane was, after she'd got over bein'\nsurprised?\"\"Why--er--really, Benny,\" murmured Mr.Mary travelled to the bedroom.\"Oh, yes, sir, you could have saved a lot every week, if ye hadn't bit\nso quick.Daniel grabbed the apple there.An' that's why I say you won't ever get rich.Savin''s what\ndoes it, ye know--gets folks rich.Daniel went to the garden.She says a penny\nsaved's good as two earned, an' better than four spent.\"John travelled to the office.\"That does look as\nif there wasn't much chance for me, doesn't it?\"Benny spoke soberly, and with evident sympathy.He spoke\nagain, after a moment, but Mr.Smith was, indeed, not a little abstracted all the way to Benny's home,\nthough his good-night was very cheerful at parting.Benny would have\nbeen surprised, indeed, had he known that Mr.Smith was thinking, not\nabout his foolishly extravagant agreement for board, but about a pair\nof starry eyes with wistful lights in them, and a blue dress, plainly\nmade.John Smith wrote the following letter to\nEdward D. Norton, Esq., Chicago:\n\nMY DEAR NED,--Well, I'm here.I've been here exactly six hours, and\nalready I'm in possession of not a little Blaisdell data for\nmy--er--book.James, their daughter, Bessie, and\ntheir son, Benny.Benny, by the way, is a gushing geyser of current\nBlaisdell data which, I foresee, I shall find interesting, but\nembarrassing, perhaps, at times.I've also seen Miss Flora, and Mrs.Jane Blaisdell and her daughter, Mellicent.Daniel left the apple.There's a \"Poor Maggie\" whom I haven't seen.But she isn't a Blaisdell.She's a Duff, daughter of the man who married Rufus Blaisdell's widow,\nsome thirty years or more ago.As I said, I haven't seen her yet, but\nshe, too, according to Mrs.Frank Blaisdell, must be a gushing geyser\nof Blaisdell data, so I probably soon shall see her.Why she's \"poor\" I\ndon't know.As for the Blaisdell data already in my possession--I've no comment to\nmake.Really, Ned, to tell the truth, I'm not sure I'm going to relish\nthis job, after all.In spite of a perfectly clear conscience, and the\nvirtuous realization that I'm here to bring nothing worse than a\nhundred thousand dollars apiece with the possible addition of a few\nmillions on their devoted heads--in spite of all thisJohn travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "However, I'm committed to the thing now, so I'll stuff it out, I\nsuppose,--though I'm not sure, after all, that I wouldn't chuck the\nwhole thing if it wasn't that I wanted to see how Mellicent will enjoy\nher pink dresses.How many pink dresses will a hundred thousand dollars\nbuy, anyway,--I mean PRETTY pink dresses, all fixed up with frills and\nfurbelows?As ever yours,\n\nSTAN--er--JOHN SMITH.CHAPTER IV\n\nIN SEARCH OF SOME DATES\n\n\nVery promptly the next morning Mr.John Smith and his two trunks\nappeared at the door of his new boarding-place.Jane Blaisdell\nwelcomed him cordially.She wore a high-necked, long-sleeved gingham\napron this time, which she neither removed nor apologized for--unless\nher cheerful \"You see, mornings you'll find me in working trim, Mr.Sandra travelled to the office.Mellicent, her slender young self enveloped in a similar apron, was\ndusting his room as he entered it.She nodded absently, with a casual\n\"Good-morning, Mr.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Even the\nplacing of the two big trunks, which the shuffling men brought in, won\nfrom her only a listless glance or two.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Then, without speaking again,\nshe left the room, as her mother entered it.Blaisdell looked about her complacently.\"With this\ncouch-bed with its red cover and cushions, and all the dressing things\nmoved to the little room in there, it looks like a real sitting-room in\nhere, doesn't it?\"\"And you had 'em take the trunks in there, too.That's good,\" she\nnodded, crossing to the door of the small dressing-room beyond.Well, I hope you'll be real happy with us, Mr.And you needn't be a mite afraid of\nhurting anything.I've covered everything with mats and tidies and\nspreads.\"A keen listener would have noticed an odd something in\nMr.Sandra took the football there.\"Yes, I always do--to save wearing and soiling, you know.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Of course, if\nwe had money to buy new all the time, it would be different.And that's what I tell Mellicent when she complains of so many\nthings to dust and brush.Dinner's at twelve o'clock, and supper is at six--except in the winter.We have it earlier then, so's we can go to bed earlier.I do like the long days, don't you?Well,\nI'll be off now, and let you unpack.As I said before, make yourself\nperfectly at home, perfectly at home.\"Smith drew a long breath and looked about him.It was a\npleasant room, in spite of its cluttered appearance.There was an\nold-fashioned desk for his papers, and the chairs looked roomy and\ncomfortable.There was a\ncurious note of almost despair in Mr.\"Hasn't", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.\"Oh, yes--and that's what's the trouble.Mary grabbed the football there.Mary put down the football.She feels\nsmothered and oppressed--as if she were visiting somewhere, and not at\nhome.Daniel picked up the football there.You see, Miss Flora has always\nlived very simply.She isn't used to maids--and the maid knows it,\nwhich, if you ever employed maids, you would know is a terrible state\nof affairs.\"\"Oh, but she--she'll get used to that, in time.\"\"Perhaps,\" conceded\nMiss Maggie, \"but I doubt it.Some women would, but not Miss Flora.She\nis too inherently simple in her tastes.'Why, it's as bad as always\nliving in a hotel!''You know on my trip I\nwas so afraid always I'd do something that wasn't quite right, before\nthose awful waiters in the dining-rooms, and I was anticipating so much\ngetting home where I could act natural--and here I've got one in my own\nhouse!'\"She says Hattie is\nalways telling her what is due her position, and that she must do this\nand do that.She's being invited out, too, to the Pennocks' and the\nBensons'; and they're worse than the maid, she declares.She says she\nloves to 'run in' and see people, and she loves to go to places and\nspend the day with her sewing; but that these things where you go and\nstand up and eat off a jiggly plate, and see everybody, and not really\nsee ANYBODY, are a nuisance and an abomination.\"\"Well, she's about right there,\" chuckled Mr.\"Yes, I think she is,\" smiled Miss Maggie; \"but that isn't telling me\nhow to make her contented.\"Smith, with an irritability that\nwas as sudden as it was apparently causeless.\"I didn't suppose you had\nto tell any woman on this earth how to be contented--with a hundred\nthousand dollars!\"\"It would seem so, wouldn't it?\"Smith's eyes to her face in a\nkeen glance of interrogation.John travelled to the garden.\"You mean--you'd like the chance to prove it?That you wish YOU had\nthat hundred thousand?\"Mary moved to the garden.\"Oh, I didn't say--that,\" twinkled Miss Maggie mischievously, turning\naway.John went to the office.Mary got the milk there.Jane Blaisdell on\nthe street.\"You're just the man I want to see,\" she accosted him eagerly.\"Then I'll turn and walk along with you, if I may,\" smiled Mr.\"Well, I don't know as you can do anything,\" she sighed; \"but\nsomebody's got to do something.Could you--DO you suppose you could\ninterest my husband in this Blaisdell business of yours?\"Mary left the milk there.Smith gave a start, looking curiously disconcerted.\"Why, I--I thought he\nwas--er--interested in motoring and golf.\"Daniel put down the football.\"Oh, he was, for a time; but it's too cold", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Well, yesterday he asked a question--something about Father\nBlaisdell's mother; and that gave me the idea.DO you suppose you could\nget him interested in this ancestor business?It's so nice and quiet, and it CAN'T cost much--not like golf clubs and\ncaddies and gasoline, anyway.\"Why, I--I don't know, Mrs.\"I--I could show him what I have found, of course.\"\"Well, I wish you would, then.Daniel went to the office.Anyway, SOMETHING'S got to be done,\" she\nsighed.And he\nisn't a bit well, either.He ate such a lot of rich food and all sorts\nof stuff on our trip that he got his stomach all out of order; and now\nhe can't eat anything, hardly.\"John travelled to the kitchen.Well, if his stomach's knocked out I pity him,\" nodded Mr.You did say so when you first came,\ndidn't you?Smith PLEASE, if you know any of those health\nfads, don't tell them to my husband.He's tried\ndozens of them until I'm nearly wild, and I've lost two hired girls\nalready.One day it'll be no water, and the next it'll be all he can\ndrink; and one week he won't eat anything but vegetables, and the next\nhe won't touch a thing but meat and--is it fruit that goes with meat or\ncereals?Mary journeyed to the bedroom.And lately\nhe's taken to inspecting every bit of meat and groceries that comes\ninto the house.Why, he spends half his time in the kitchen, nosing\n'round the cupboards and refrigerator; and, of course, NO girl will\nstand that!That's why I'm hoping, oh, I AM hoping that you can do\nSOMETHING with him on that ancestor business.There, here is the\nBensons', where I've got to stop--and thank you ever so much, Mr.\"All right, I'll try,\" promised Mr.Smith dubiously, as he lifted his\nhat.But he frowned, and he was still frowning when he met Miss Maggie\nat the Duff supper-table half an hour later.\"Well, I've found another one who wants me to tell how to be contented,\nthough afflicted with a hundred thousand dollars,\" he greeted her\ngloweringly.\"Yes.--CAN'T a hundred thousand dollars bring any one satisfaction?\"John picked up the apple there.Miss Maggie laughed, then into her eyes came the mischievous twinkle\nthat Mr.\"Don't blame the poor money,\" she said then demurely.\"Blame--the way\nit is spent!\"CHAPTER XVIII\n\nJUST A MATTER OF BEGGING\n\n\nTrue to his promise, Mr.Frank Blaisdell on \"the\nancestor business\" very soon.Laboriously he got out his tabulated\ndates and names and carefully he traced for him several lines of\ndescent from remote ancestors.John put down the apple.Painstakingly he pointed out a \"Submit,\"\nwho had no history but the bare fact of her marriage to one Thomas\nBlaisdell,Sandra travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "He let it be understood how important these\nmissing links were, and he tried to inspire his possible pupil with a\nfrenzied desire to go out and dig them up.Daniel took the milk there.John journeyed to the garden.He showed some of the\ninteresting letters he had received from various Blaisdells far and\nnear, and he spread before him the genealogical page of his latest\n\"Transcript,\" and explained how one might there stumble upon the very\nmissing link he was looking for.Officers and Crews of Vessels in Port.AC Jones, adjutant general of the state, was marshal-in-chief,\nand he was assisted by a large number of aides.Daniel went back to the hallway.The Pioneer Guards,\nthe oldest military company in the state, had the right of line.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.They\nhad just received their Minie rifles and bayonets, and, with the\ndrum-major headgear worn by military companies in those days,\npresented a very imposing appearance.Daniel dropped the milk.The Pioneer Guards were followed\nby the City Guards, under Capt.Daniel took the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.A detachment of cavalry\nand the City Battery completed the military part of the affair.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John went to the hallway.The\nfire department, under the superintendence of the late Charles H.\nWilliams, consisting of the Pioneer Hook and Ladder company, Minnehaha\nEngine company, Hope Engine company and the Rotary Mill company was\nthe next in order.Sandra went back to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.One of the most attractive features of the occasion\nwas the contribution of the Pioneer Printing company.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.In a large car\ndrawn by six black horses an attempt was made to give an idea of\nprinters and printing in the days of Franklin, and also several\nepochs in the life of the great philosopher.Daniel went back to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.In the car with the\nrepresentatives of the art preservative was Miss Azelene Allen, a\nbeautiful and popular young actress connected with the People's\ntheater, bearing in her hand a cap of liberty on a spear.Sandra went back to the bathroom.The car was ornamented with\nflowers and the horses were decorated with the inscriptions\n\"Franklin,\" \"Morse,\" \"Field.\"The Pioneer book bindery was also\nrepresented in one of the floats, and workmen, both male and female,\nwere employed in different branches of the business.John went to the kitchen.These beautiful\nfloats were artistically designed by George H. Colgrave, who is\nstill in the service of the Pioneer Press company.Sandra got the football there.One of the unique\nfeatures of the parade, and one that attracted great attention, was a\nlight brigade, consisting of a number of school children mounted, and\nthey acted as a guard of honor to the president and queen.Sandra went to the kitchen.In an open\nbarouche drawn by four horses were seated two juvenile representatives\nof President Buchanan and Queen Victoria.Daniel left the milk.The representative of\nBritish royalty wasSandra put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the office.Larpenteur,\nand the first child born of white parents in St.James Buchanan\nwas represented by George Folsom, also a product of the city.Miles and Miss Emily Dow, the stars at the People's theater,\nwere in the line of march on two handsomely caparisoned horses,\ndressed in Continental costume, representing George and Martha\nWashington.Mary took the apple there.The colonel looked like the veritable Father of His\nCountry.There were a number of other floats, and nearly all the\nsecret societies of the city were in line.The procession was nearly\ntwo miles in length and they marched three and one-half hours before\nreaching their destination.To show the difference between a line of\nmarch at that time and one at the present day, the following is given:\n\nTHE LINE OF MARCH.Mary went back to the garden.Anthony street to Fort street, up Fort street to Ramsey street,\nthen countermarch down Fort to Fourth street, down Fourth street to\nMinnesota street, up Minnesota street to Seventh street, down Seventh\nstreet to Jackson street, up Jackson street to Eighth street, down\nEighth street to Broadway, down Broadway to Seventh street, up Seventh\nstreet to Jackson street, down Jackson street to Third street, up\nThird street to Market street.Ramsey were the orators of the\noccasion, and they delivered very lengthy addresses.It had been\narranged to have extensive fireworks in the evening, but on account of\nthe storm they had to be postponed until the following night.It was a strange coincidence that on the very day of the celebration\nthe last message was exchanged between England and America.The cable\nhad been in successful operation about four weeks and 129 messages\nwere received from England and 271 sent from America.In 1866 a new\ncompany succeeded in laying the cable which is in successful\noperation to-day.Four attempts were made before the enterprise was\nsuccessful--the first in 1857, the second in 1858, the third in 1863\nand the successful one in 1865.Cyrus W. Field, the projector of the\nenterprise, received the unanimous thanks of congress, and would have\nbeen knighted by Great Britain had Mr.Field thought it proper to\naccept such honor.Mary left the apple.*       *       *       *       *\n\nSome time during the early '50s a secret order known as the Sons of\nMalta was organized in one of the Eastern states, and its membership\nincreased throughout the West with as much rapidity as the Vandals and\nGoths increased their numbers during the declining years of the Roman\nEmpire.Two or three members of the Pioneer editorial staff procured a\ncharter from Pittesburg in 1858 and instituted a lodge in St.Merchants, lawyers, doctors,\nprinters, and in fact half of the male population, was soon enrolled\nin the membership of the order.With a wide and empty field of vision,\nand with trained, unspoiled optic nerves, the plainsman is marvelously\npenetrating of glance.McFarlane was perfectly certain that\nnot one but several of her neighbors had seen and recognized Ber", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.In a day or two every man\nwould know just where they camped, and what had taken place in camp.John journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Belden would not rest till she had ferreted out every crook and turn of\nthat trail, and her speech was quite as coarse as that of any of her male\nassociates.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.Easy-going with regard to many things, these citizens were abnormally\nalive to all matters relating to courtship, and popular as she believed\nBerrie to be, Mrs.Daniel went back to the office.McFarlane could not hope that her daughter would be\nspared--especially by the Beldens, who would naturally feel that Clifford\nhad been cheated.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John grabbed the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.\"Well, nothing can be done till Joe\nreturns,\" she repeated.A long day's rest, a second night's sleep, set Wayland on his feet.Sandra journeyed to the office.Mary went to the hallway.John went to the bathroom.John discarded the apple.\"Barring the hickory-nut on the back of my\nhead,\" he explained, \"I'm feeling fine, almost ready for another\nexpedition.John put down the milk.Berrie, though equally gay, was not so sure of his ability to return to\nwork.\"I reckon you'd better go easy till daddy gets back; but if you\nfeel like it we'll ride up to the post-office this afternoon.\"John picked up the apple there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.\"I want to start right in to learn to throw that hitch, and I'm going to\npractise with an ax till I can strike twice in the same place.This trip\nwas an eye-opener.John took the milk there.Great man I'd be in a windfall--wouldn't I?\"He was persuaded to remain very quiet for another day, and part of it was\nspent in conversation with Mrs.McFarlane--whom he liked very much--and\nan hour or more in writing a long letter wherein he announced to his\nfather his intention of going into the Forest Service.Daniel travelled to the garden.\"I've got to build\nup a constitution,\" he said, \"and I don't know of a better place to do it\nin.Besides, I'm beginning to be interested in the scheme.I'm living in his house at the present time, and I'm feeling\ncontented and happy, so don't worry about me.\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.John travelled to the kitchen.He was indeed quite comfortable, save when he realized that Mrs.Mary went back to the office.McFarlane was taking altogether too much for granted in their\nrelationship.Mary moved to the hallway.It was delightful to be so watched over, so waited upon, so\ninstructed.he continued to ask\nhimself--and still that wall of reserve troubled and saddened Berrie.John left the milk.John went back to the bedroom.They expected McFarlane that night, and waited supper for him, butJohn left the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "There was something very sweet and gentle about Mrs.McFarlane, and the\nexile took almost as much pleasure in talking with her as with her\ndaughter.He led her to tell of her early experiences in the valley, and\nof the strange types of men and women with whom she had crossed the\nrange.\"Some of them are here yet,\" she said.John grabbed the football there.John journeyed to the office.John went back to the garden.\"In fact the most violent of all\nthe opponents to the Service are these old adventurers.I don't think\nthey deserve to be called pioneers.They never did any work in clearing\nthe land or in building homes.Some of them, who own big herds of cattle,\nstill live in dug-outs.McFarlane for going into the\nService--called him a traitor.John went to the hallway.Old Jake Proudfoot was especially\nfurious--\"\n\n\"You should see where old Jake lives,\" interrupted Berrie.John dropped the football.\"He sleeps on\nthe floor in one corner of his cabin, and never changes his shirt.\"Daddy declares if they were to scrape Jake\nthey'd find at least five layers of shirts.John grabbed the football there.His wife left him fifteen\nyears ago, couldn't stand his habits, and he's got worse ever since.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.\"Of course,\" her mother explained, \"those who oppose the Supervisor\naren't all like Jake; but it makes me angry to have the papers all\nquoting Jake as 'one of the leading ranchers of the valley.'\"She could not bring herself to take up the most vital subject of all--the\nquestion of her daughter's future.Sandra picked up the milk there.\"I'll wait till father gets home,\" she\ndecided.On the fourth morning the 'phone rang, and the squawking voice of Mrs.\"I wanted to know if Berrie and her feller got\nhome all right?\"Sandra went to the office.John moved to the bathroom.\"Last I see of Cliff he was hot on their\ntrail--looked like he expected to take a hand in that expedition.\"I don't hear very well--where are you?\"\"I'm at the Scott ranch--we're coming round 'the horn' to-day.\"Say, Cliff was mad as a hornet when he\nstarted.I'd like to know what happened--\"\n\nMrs.The old woman's nasty chuckle was\nintolerable; but in silencing the 'phone Mrs.McFarlane was perfectly\naware that she was not silencing the gossip; on the contrary, she was\ncertain that the Beldens would leave a trail of poisonous comment from\nthe Ptarmigan to Bear Tooth.Berrie wanted to know who was speaking, and Mrs.John grabbed the apple there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Belden wanted to know if you got through all right.\"\"She said something else, something to heat you up,\" persisted the girl,\nwho perceived her mother's agitation.\"What did she say--something about\nme--and Cliff?\"The mother did not answer, for Wayland entered the room at the moment;\nbut Berrie knew that traducers were already busy with her affairs.\"I\ndon't care anything", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.As for Wayland, the nights in the camp by the lake, and, indeed, all the\nexperiences of his trip in the high places were becoming each moment more\nremote, more unreal.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Camp life at timber-line did not seem to him subject\nto ordinary conventional laws of human conduct, and the fact that he and\nBerrie had shared the same tent under the stress of cold and snow, now\nseemed so far away as to be only a complication in a splendid mountain\ndrama.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the hallway.Surely no blame could attach to the frank and generous girl, even\nthough the jealous assault of Cliff Belden should throw the valley into a\nfever of chatter.Daniel picked up the football there.\"Furthermore, I don't believe he will be in haste to\nspeak of his share in the play,\" he added.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.It was almost noon of the fourth day when the Supervisor called up to say\nthat he was at the office, and would reach the ranch at six o'clock.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.If they had never spent a farthing for drink, and if their wretched\nwages had been increased fifty percent, they would still have been in a\ncondition of the most abject and miserable poverty, for nearly all the\nbenefits and privileges of civilization, nearly everything that makes\nlife worth living, would still have been beyond their reach.Daniel journeyed to the office.Daniel grabbed the milk there.It is inevitable, so long as men have to live and work under such\nheartbreaking, uninteresting conditions as at present that a certain\nproportion of them will seek forgetfulness and momentary happiness in\nthe tavern, and the only remedy for this evil is to remove the cause;\nand while that is in process, there is something else that can be done\nand that is, instead of allowing filthy drinking dens, presided over by\npersons whose interest it is to encourage men to drink more bad beer\nthan is good for them or than they can afford,--to have civilized\ninstitutions run by the State or the municipalities for use and not\nmerely for profit.John moved to the hallway.Decent pleasure houses, where no drunkenness or\nfilthiness would be tolerated--where one could buy real beer or coffee\nor tea or any other refreshments; where men could repair when their\nday's work was over and spend an hour or two in rational intercourse\nwith their fellows or listen to music and singing.Mary grabbed the apple there.Daniel discarded the milk.Daniel took the milk there.Taverns to which\nthey could take their wives and children without fear of defilement,\nfor a place that is not fit for the presence of a woman or a child is\nnot fit to exist at all.Mary discarded the apple.Owen, being a teetotaller, did not spend any of his money on drink; but\nhe spent a lot on what he called 'The Cause'.John went to the office.Every week he bought\nsome penny or twopenny pamphlets or some leaflets about Socialism,\nwhich he lent or gave to his mates; and in this way and by means of", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.John journeyed to the hallway.Philpot,\nHarlow and a few others used to listen with interest, and some of them\neven paid for the pamphlets they obtained from Owen, and after reading\nthem themselves, passed them on to others, and also occasionally 'got\nup' arguments on their own accounts.Mary went to the kitchen.Others were simply indifferent,\nor treated the subject as a kind of joke, ridiculing the suggestion\nthat it was possible to abolish poverty.They repeated that there had\n'always been rich and poor in the world and there always would be, so\nthere was an end of it'.But the majority were bitterly hostile; not\nto Owen, but to Socialism.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.For the man himself most of them had a\ncertain amount of liking, especially the ordinary hands because it was\nknown that he was not a'master's man' and that he had declined to\n'take charge' of jobs which Misery had offered to him.But to\nSocialism they were savagely and malignantly opposed.Some of those\nwho had shown some symptoms of Socialism during the past winter when\nthey were starving had now quite recovered and were stout defenders of\nthe Present System.Barrington was still working for the firm and continued to maintain his\nmanner of reserve, seldom speaking unless addressed but all the same,\nfor several reasons, it began to be rumoured that he shared Owen's\nviews.Mary went to the bathroom.He always paid for the pamphlets that Owen gave him, and on one\noccasion, when Owen bought a thousand leaflets to give away, Barrington\ncontributed a shilling towards the half-crown that Owen paid for them.But he never took any part in the arguments that sometimes raged during\nthe dinner-hour or at breakfast-time.It was a good thing for Owen that he had his enthusiasm for 'the cause'\nto occupy his mind.John went to the kitchen.Mary picked up the football there.Socialism was to him what drink was to some of the\nothers--the thing that enable them to forget and tolerate the\nconditions under which they were forced to exist.Some of them were so\nmuddled with beer, and others so besotted with admiration of their\nLiberal and Tory masters, that they were oblivious of the misery of\ntheir own lives, and in a similar way, Owen was so much occupied in\ntrying to rouse them from their lethargy and so engrossed in trying to\nthink out new arguments to convince them of the possibility of bringing\nabout an improvement in their condition that he had no time to dwell\nupon his own poverty; the money that he spent on leaflets and pamphlets\nto give away might have been better spent on food and clothing for\nhimself, because most of those to whom he gave them were by no means\ngrateful; but he never thought of that; and after all, nearly everyone\nspends money on some hobby or other.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Some people deny themselves the\nnecessaries or comforts of life in order that they may be able to help\nto fatten a publican.Others deny themselves in order to enable a lazy\nparsonDaniel grabbed the milk there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.One Sunday morning towards the end of July, a band of about twenty-five\nmen and women on bicycles invaded the town.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Mary moved to the bedroom.Sandra took the football there.Two of them--who rode a\nfew yards in front of the others, had affixed to the handlebars of each\nof their machines a slender, upright standard from the top of one of\nwhich fluttered a small flag of crimson silk with 'International\nBrotherhood and Peace' in gold letters.The other standard was similar\nin size and colour, but with a different legend: 'One for all and All\nfor one.'As they rode along they gave leaflets to the people in the streets, and\nwhenever they came to a place where there were many people they\ndismounted and walked about, giving their leaflets to whoever would\naccept them.They made several long halts during their progress along\nthe Grand Parade, where there was a considerable crowd, and then they\nrode over the hill to Windley, which they reached a little before\nopening time.Daniel went back to the bedroom.You hold to your\npromise, Louis, with respect to Avicia?'Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"'It is binding upon me,' I replied;'my word is given.'Neither will my child be left without a counsellor.Louis, I shall never see the face of my child--I shall never feel his\nlittle hands about my neck!'\"'Were it not for the tender sympathy I have for you,' I said in a\ntone of reproof, 'I should feel inclined to be angry.Daniel took the apple there.Did you not\nconfess to me in former days that you could not see into the future?Sandra moved to the garden.And here you are, raising up ghosts to make the present more bitter\nthan it is.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Black as things appear, there are bright\nyears yet in store for you.'\"'I cannot help my forebodings, Louis.True, I cannot, nor can any\nman, see into the future, but what can I do to turn my brother's hate\nfrom me?'Daniel journeyed to the garden.It was a cry of anguish wrung from his suffering heart.Sandra went back to the bathroom.'I\nthink of the days of our childhood, when we strolled in the woods with\nour arms round each other's necks, I think of the dreams we mapped of\nthe future.Running water by the side of which we sat, bending over to\nsee our faces, and making our lips meet in a shadowed kiss, flowers we\npicked in field and meadow, errands of mercy we went upon together,\ntwilight communings, the little sweethearts we had--all these innocent\nways of childhood rise before me, and fill me with anguish.Sandra discarded the football.Sandra grabbed the football there.What can I\ndo?--what can I do to bring him back to me in brotherly love?Daniel dropped the apple there.Louis, I\nhave a fear that I have never whispered to living soul.It is that\nAvicia may have twin children, as Kristel and I are, and they should\ngrow up to be", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Would it not be better that they should\nbe born dead, or die young, when their souls are not stained with\nhatred of each other and with evil thoughts that render existence a\ncurse?'\"We were alone when he gave expression to his agonised feelings;\nAvicia had left us to attend to domestic duties.I could say nothing\nto comfort him; to harp upon one string of intended consolation to a\nman who is in no mood to accept it becomes, after a time, an\noppression.He paced up and down, twining his fingers convulsively,\nand presently said,\n\n\"'It would be too much, Louis, to ask you to remain with me a little\nwhile?'\"'No,' I replied, 'it would not.Indeed, it was partly in my mind to\nsuggest it.The crisis you have dreaded for many years has come, and\nif you wish me to stop with you a day or two I will willingly do so.It may be--I do not know how--that I can be of service to you.The\nboatmen are waiting in the boat below.I will write a letter to my\nwife, and they shall post it, informing her that I shall be absent\nfrom home perhaps until the end of the week, by which time I hope the\ncloud will have passed away.No thanks, Silvain; friendship would be a\npoor and valueless thing if one shrank from a sacrifice so slight.'John got the milk there.\"I wrote my letter, and despatched it by the boatmen.Then we waited\nfor events; it was all that it was in our power to do.\"Avicia was very glad when she heard of my intention to remain with\nthem a while.\"'Your companionship will do him good,' she said.'He has no one but\nme to talk to, and he speaks of but one subject.If this continues\nlong he will lose his reason.'\"The day passed, and night came on.There was but scanty living\naccommodation in the lighthouse, but a mattress was spread for me upon\nthe floor of the tiny kitchen; and there I was to sleep.John went back to the office.Avicia and\nSilvain wished me to occupy their bed, but I would not have it so.Before retiring to rest, Silvain and I passed two or three hours in\nconverse; I purposely led the conversation into foreign channels, and\nwhen I wished him good-night I was rejoiced to perceive that I had\nsucceeded for a brief space in diverting his mind from the fears which\nweighed so heavily upon him.\"Nothing occurred during the night to disturb us; I awoke early, and\nlay waiting for sunrise; but no light came, and when, aroused by\nSilvain, I left my bed and went to the outer gallery, I was surprised\nto see that all surrounding space was wrapt in a thick mist.\"'A great storm will soon be upon us,' said Silvain.\"He was right; before noon the storm burst, and the sea was lashed\ninto fury.It was a relief to see the play of lightning upon the angry\nwaters, but it was terrible too, and I thought how awful and joyless a\nlone life must", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John grabbed the apple there.This second day seemed as\nif it would never end, and it was only by my watch that I knew of the\napproach of night.John journeyed to the office.With the sounds of the storm in my ears I lay down\nupon my mattress and fell asleep.\"I know not at what time of the night I awoke, but with black darkness\nupon and around me, I found myself sitting up, listening to sounds\nwithout which did not proceed from the conflict of the elements.Sandra travelled to the office.At\nfirst I could not decide whether they were real or but the refrain of\na dream by which I had been disturbed; soon, however, I received\nindisputable evidence that they were not the creations of my fancy.\"The voice was Silvain's, and the words were uttered in outer space.When I retired to rest I had lain down in my clothes, removing only my\ncoat, and using it as a covering.Sandra took the milk there.I quickly put it on, and lit a lamp,\nto which a chain was attached, by which means it could be held over\nthe walls of the lighthouse.The lamp was scarcely lighted, when\nAvicia, but half dressed, rushed into the little room.\"Her eyes wandered round the room, seeking him.Sandra discarded the milk.At that moment the\nvoice from without pierced the air.\"I threw my arms round Avicia, and held her fast.John picked up the milk there.Sandra moved to the bedroom.'Are you, too, leagued against\nus?\"It needed all my strength to restrain her from rushing out in her\nwild delirium, perhaps to her destruction.Daniel went to the garden.But the paleface maiden was his friend, and for her sake he\nwould find her if she was among his people, and would restore her to\nher friends.\"\"If you enter the city of the palefaces, they will hang you up like a\ndog without listening to anything you have to say in your defence,\"\nsaid Flint.\"The next time Fire Cloud enters the city of the palefaces, the maiden\nshall accompany him,\" replied the Indian.This was the sort of an answer that Flint wished, and expected, and he\nnow saw that there was no danger to be apprehended from that quarter.But if Captain Flint felt himself relieved from danger in this\nquarter, things looked rather squally in another.Daniel grabbed the football there.If he knew how to\ndisguise his vessel by putting on a false bow so as to make her look\nlonger, and lengthen the masts so as to make her carry more sail, he\nwas not the only one who understood these tricks.Sandra went to the bathroom.And one old sailor\nwhose bark had been chased by the strange schooner, declared that she\nvery much resembled Captain Flint's schooner disguised in this way.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John moved to the garden.And then it was observed that the strange craft was never seen when\nthe captain's vessel was lying in port, or when she was known to be up\nthe river where he was trading among the Indians.John journeyed to the bathroom.Another suspicious circumstance was, that shortly after theJohn left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Flint accounted for it by saying that he had been\nfired into by the pirate, and had just escaped with the skin of his\nteeth.John travelled to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.These suspicions were at first spoken cautiously, and in whispers\nonly, by a very few.They came to the ears of Flint himself at last, who seeing the danger\nimmediately set about taking measures to counteract it by meeting and\nrepelling, what he pretended to consider base slanders invented by his\nenemies for the purpose of effecting his ruin.He threatened to prosecute the slanderers, and if they wished to see\nhow much of a pirate he was, let them fit out a vessel such as he\nwould describe, arm her, and man her according to his directions, give\nhim command of her, and if he didn't bring that blasted pirate into\nport he'd never return to it himself.Daniel went to the bedroom.He'd like no better fun than to\nmeet her on equal terms, in an open sea.This bragadocia had the desired effect for awhile; besides, although\nit could hardly be said that Flint had any real friends, yet there\nwere so many influential men who were concerned with him in some of\nhis contraband transactions.These dreaded the exposure to themselves,\nshould Flint's real character be discovered, which caused them to\nanswer for him in the place of friends.These men would no doubt be the first to crush him, could they only do\nso without involving themselves in his ruin.Mary went to the bathroom.But all this helped to convince Flint that his time in this part of\nthe country was pretty near up, and if he meant to continue in his\npresent line of business, he must look out for some new field of\noperations.More than ever satisfied on this point, Captain Flint anxiously\nawaited the arrival of the vessel, the capture of which was to be the\nfinishing stroke of his operations in this part of the world.When Captain Flint had decided to take possession of the cavern, and\nfit it up as a place of retreat and concealment for himself and his\ngang, he saw the necessity of having some one whom he could trust to\ntake charge of the place in his absence.Sandra took the milk there.Sandra went back to the bedroom.A moment's reflection\nsatisfied him there was no one who would be more likely to serve him\nin this capacity than the Indian woman who had rescued him from the\nfearful fate he had just escaped.Lightfoot, who in her simplicity, looked upon him as a great chief,\nwas flattered by the proposal which he made her, and immediately took\ncharge of the establishment, and Captain Flint soon found that he had\nno reason to repent the choice he had made, so far as fidelity to his\ninterests was concerned.For a while at first he treated her with as much kindness as it was in\nthe nature of such as he to treat any one.He may possibly have felt some gratitude for the service she had\nrendered him, but it was self-interest more than any other feeling\nthat caused him to do all in his power to gain a controling influence\nover her.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.He loaded her with presents of", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Her person fairly glittered with beads, and jewelry of the most gaudy\ncharacter, while of shawls and blankets of the most glaring colors,\nshe had more than she knew what to do with.Sandra travelled to the garden.This course he pursued until he fancied he had completely won her\naffection, and he could safely show himself in his true character\nwithout the risk of loosing his influence over her.His manner to her now changed, and he commenced treating her more as a\nslave than an equal, or one to whom he felt himself under obligations.It is true he would now and then treat her as formerly, and would\noccasionally make her rich presents, but it would be done in the way\nthat the master would bestow a favor on a servant.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Lightfoot bore this unkind treatment for some time without resenting\nit, or appearing to notice it.John moved to the office.Mary moved to the office.Mary picked up the milk there.Thinking perhaps that it was only a\nfreak of ill-humor that would last but for a short time, and then the\ngreat chiefs attachment would return.Mary took the apple there.John went back to the garden.Daniel took the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.Flint fancied that he had won the heart of the Indian woman, and\nacting on the presumption that \"love is blind,\" he thought that he\ncould do as he pleased without loosing hold on her affections.Daniel put down the football there.He had only captured the woman's\nfancy.John picked up the football there.Mary journeyed to the office.So that when Lightfoot found this altered manner of the captain's\ntowards her was not caused by a mere freak of humor, but was only his\ntrue character showing itself, her fondness for him, if fondness it\ncould be called, began to cool.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Things had come to this pass, when Hellena Rosenthrall was brought\ninto the cave.They\nfelt they had done their duty, and given the \"tottering giant\" a blow that\nlaid him prostrate at their feet, never, it is to be hoped, to rise again.Michel               29\n\n III.The \"Bal Bullier\"                      52\n\n  IV.John put down the football.Bal des Quat'z' Arts                   70\n\n   V.Daniel journeyed to the office.John picked up the football there.\"A Dejeuner at Lavenue's\"              93\n\n  VI.Mary travelled to the office.\"At Marcel Legay's\"                   113\n\n VII.John put down the football there.\"Pochard\"                             129\n\nVIII.The Luxembourg Gardens", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary went to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the garden.\"The Ragged Edge of the Quarter\"      173\n\n   X. Exiled                                194\n\n[Illustration: (wine bottles with glass)]\n\n\n\n\nINTRODUCTION\n\n\n\"Cocher, drive to the rue Falguiere\"--this in my best restaurant French.Daniel dropped the football.Sandra travelled to the office.The man with the varnished hat shrugged his shoulders, and raised his\neyebrows in doubt.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.He evidently had never heard of the rue Falguiere.Daniel journeyed to the garden.\"Yes, rue Falguiere, the old rue des Fourneaux,\" I continued.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Cabby's face broke out into a smile.Mary left the milk.\"Ah, oui, oui, le Quartier Latin.\"And it was at the end of this crooked street, through a lane that led\ninto a half court flanked by a row of studio buildings, and up one pair\nof dingy waxed steps, that I found a door bearing the name of the author\nof the following pages--his visiting card impaled on a tack.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.He was in\nhis shirt-sleeves--the thermometer stood at 90 deg.outside--working at his\ndesk, surrounded by half-finished sketches and manuscript.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.The man himself I had met before--I had known him for years, in\nfact--but the surroundings were new to me.Mary travelled to the office.Nowadays when a man would write of the Siege of Peking or the relief of\nsome South African town with the unpronounceable name, his habit is to\nrent a room on an up-town avenue, move in an inkstand and pad, and a\ncollection of illustrated papers and encyclopedias.Mary moved to the hallway.This writer on the\nrue Falguiere chose a different plan.Daniel put down the football.He would come back year after\nyear, and study his subject and compile his impressions of the Quarter\nin the very atmosphere of the place itself; within a stone's throw of\nthe Luxembourg Gardens and the Pantheon; near the cafes and the Bullier;\nnext door, if you please, to the public laundry where his washerwoman\npays a few sous for the privilege of pounding his clothes into holes.John went to the office.It all seemed very real to me, as I sat beside him and watched him at\nwork.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.I have similar ideas myself about the\nvalue of his kind of study in out-door sketching, compared with the\nlabored work of the studio, and I have most positive opinions regarding\nthe quality which comes of it.If then the pages which here follow have in them any of the true\ninwardnessSandra journeyed to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.John journeyed to the hallway.Nothing can be made really _real_ without it.Mary went to the kitchen.F. HOPKINSON SMITH.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.[Illustration: (city rooftop scene)]\n\nCHAPTER I\n\nIN THE RUE VAUGIRARD\n\n\nLike a dry brook, its cobblestone bed zigzagging past quaint shops and\ncafes, the rue Vaugirard finds its way through the heart of the Latin\nQuarter.Mary went to the bathroom.It is only one in a score of other busy little streets that intersect\nthe Quartier Latin; but as I live on the rue Vaugirard, or rather just\nbeside it, up an alley and in the corner of a picturesque old courtyard\nleading to the \"Lavoir Gabriel,\" a somewhat angelic name for a huge,\nbarn-like structure reeking in suds and steam, and noisy with gossiping\nwasherwomen who pay a few sous a day there for the privilege of doing\ntheir washing--and as my studio windows (the big one with the north\nlight, and the other one a narrow slit reaching from the floor to the\nhigh ceiling for the taking in of the big canvases one sees at the\nSalon--which are never sold) overlook both alley and court, I can see\nthe life and bustle below.John went to the kitchen.Mary picked up the football there.[Illustration: LAVOIR GABRIEL]\n\nThis is not the Paris of Boulevards, ablaze with light and thronged with\ntravelers of the world, nor of big hotels and chic restaurants without\nprices on the menus.In the latter the maitre d'hotel makes a mental\ninventory of you when you arrive; and before you have reached your\ncoffee and cigar, or before madame has buttoned her gloves, this\nwell-shaved, dignified personage has passed sentence on you, and you pay\naccording to whatever he thinks you cannot afford.I knew a fellow once\nwho ordered a peach in winter at one of these smart taverns, and was\nobliged to wire home for money the next day.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.In the Quartier Latin the price is always such an important factor that\nit is marked plainly, and often the garcon will remind you of the cost\nof the dish you select in case you have not read aright, for in this\ntrue Bohemia one's daily fortune is the one necessity so often lacking\nthat any error in regard to its expenditure is a serious matter.Daniel grabbed the milk there.In one of the well-known restaurants--here celebrated as a rendezvous\nfor artists--a waiter, as he took a certain millionaire's order for\nasparagus, said: \"Does monsieur know that asparagus costs five francs?\"Sandra went back to the bathroom.At all times of the day and most of the night the rue Vaugirard is busy.Daniel moved to the kitchen.During the morning, push-carts loaded with red gooseberries, green peas,\nfresh sardines, and mackerel, their sides shiningJohn moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went to the garden.Diminutive donkeys, harnessed to\npicturesque two-wheeled carts piled high with vegetables, twitch their\nlong ears and doze in the shady corners of the street.The gutters,\nflushed with clear water, flash in the sunlight.Footnote 310:\n\n  The present cathedral is only a portion, viz.the transept of a much\n  vaster edifice which was never completed; but the beautiful unfinished\n  south front and portions of the gigantic nave and aisles still exist\n  on the western side of the present cathedral, and the drawings of it\n  are preserved in the archives of the Duomo.John travelled to the bedroom.Footnote 311:\n\n  [Since this was written the fa\u00e7ade has been completed to harmonize\n  with the rest, but not in accordance with the original design, if we\n  may judge by the painting in Sta.John took the milk there.Maria Novella, which shows side\n  gablets similar to those of the cathedral of Siena.\u2014ED.]Daniel moved to the garden.Footnote 312:\n\n  If we may trust Wiebeking, the first two bays of the nave from the\n  front were vaulted in 1588, but the work was suspended till 1647, and\n  completed only in 1659.Sandra went to the hallway.Yet no difference can be perceived in the\n  details of the design.Footnote 313:\n\n  The plan and section being taken from two different writers, there is\n  a slight discrepancy between the scales.I believe the plan to be the\n  more correct of the two, though I have no means of being quite certain\n  on the point.Footnote 314:\n\n  \u2018Dispareri d\u2019Architettura.\u2019\n\nFootnote 315:\n\n  Within the last few years a fa\u00e7ade has been added to Sta.Croce, but\n  about which the less said the better.John grabbed the football there.Transcriber\u2019s Notes\n\n\nThis book often uses inconsistent spelling, particularly with respect to\naccents.John left the football.These were left as printed unless the author showed a clear\npreference for one form.Some presumed printer\u2019s errors have been corrected, including\nnormalizing punctuation.Page number references in the Table of Contents\nwere corrected where errors were found.Further corrections are listed\nbelow with the original text (top) and the corrected text (bottom).every pains has been taken\n               every pain has been taken p. xxii\n\n               progres\n               progress p.John discarded the milk.48\n\n               cotemporary\n               contemporary p.50\n\n               formula\n               formul\u00e6 p.77\n\n            Sandra got the apple there.Mary moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "219\n\n               Nor is is\n               Nor is it p.247\n\n               ines\n               lines p.John took the football there.372\n\n               Roumeia\n               Roume\u00efa  p.372\n\n               Nimes\n               N\u00eemes p.John moved to the bedroom.385\n\n               Vog\u00fce\n               Vog\u00fc\u00e9 p.423\n\n               neo-Byzantine\n               Neo-Byzantine p.455\n\n               iconicon\n               icon p.460\n\n               orginally\n               originally p.538\n\n               turned the\n               turned to the p.John discarded the football.558\n\n               100 ft.to\n               100 ft.Sandra went to the bedroom.Illustration 467 (missing number added)\n\n               next\n               next to p.The truth of a mathematical principle can not come to me\nunless I am prepared to receive it.And the greatest good comes to men\nonly after they have learned the nothingness of the material ambitions\nand aims which they have been pursuing.By its own rottenness the\nworld had been made fallow for truth.The awfulness of its own\nexposure in its rampant, unlicensed revels, had shown as never before\nthe human mind's absolute nothingness--its nothingness as regards real\nvalue, permanence, and genuine good--in that first century of our\nso-called Christian era.And when the nothingness of the carnal mind\nwas made plain, men saw the reality of the truth, as revealed in the\nChrist, back of it all.The divine message was whispered to a human\nmentality.And that mentality expanded under the God-influence, until\nat last it gave to the sin-weary world the Christ-principle of\nsalvation.Let us call that human mentality, for convenience, the man\nJesus.\"And now, was he born of a virgin?It\nwas common enough in his day for virgins to pretend", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "But a little reflection in the\nlight of what we have been discussing throws a wonderful illumination\nupon the question.If matter and material modes are real, then we must\nat once relegate the stories of the virgin birth, the miracles, the\nresurrection, and the ascension to the realm of myth.If the so-called\nlaws of matter are real, irrefragable laws, then we indulgently, pass\nby these stories as figments of heated imaginations.But, regarding\nmatter as a human, mortal concept, entirely mental, and wholly subject\nto the impress and influence of mind, and knowing, as we do now, that\n_mental concepts change with changed thought_, we are forced to look\nwith more favor upon these questions which for centuries caused men to\nshed their fellows' blood.Hitt pointed out in our last meeting that mortal beings are\ninterpretations in mortal or human mind of the infinite mind, God, and\nits ideas.Mary travelled to the bedroom.The most perfect human interpretation of God's greatest\nidea, Man, was Christ Jesus.The _real_ selfhood of every one of us is\nGod's idea of us.The world calls it the\n'soul,' the 'divine essence,' and the 'immortal spark.'The Christ was\nthe real, spiritual selfhood of the man Jesus.Daniel journeyed to the office.So the Christ is the\nreal selfhood of each of us.It is not\nconceived and brought forth in conformity with human modes.Now was\nthis great fact externalized in the immaculate conception and birth?It does not grow and decay and pass away in death.Sandra got the apple there.It is the 'unique'\nSon of God which is back of each one of us.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.But the world has seen it\nonly once in its fullness, and then through the man Jesus.Sandra dropped the apple.\"Something happened in that first century of the so-called Christian\nera--something of tremendous significance.It was the\nbirth of the Christ-idea into the human consciousness.Mary grabbed the football there.Was the\nChrist-idea virgin-born?Sandra went to the bedroom.Aye, that it was, for God, infinite Mind,\nalone was its origin and parent.Mary travelled to the kitchen.The speculation which has turned\nabout that wonderful first century event has dealt with the human\nchannel through which the Christ-idea flowed to mankind.But let us\nsee what light our deductions throw even upon that.\"Referring all things to the realm of the mental, where we now\nknow they belong, we see that man never fell, but that Israel's idea\nof God and man did fall, woefully.We see that the Christ-principle\nappeared among men; we see that to-day it works marvels; we must\nadmit that throughout the ages before Jesus it had done so; we\nknow now that the great things which Israel is recorded to have\ndone were accomplished by the Christ-principle working through\nmen, and that when their vision became obscured they lost the\nknowledge of that principle and how to use it.History records the\nworking of great deeds by that same Christ-principle when it was\nre-born", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "We are\nforced to admit the omnipotence, immanence, and eternality of the\nChrist-principle, for it is divine mind, God himself.Moses, Elisha,\nElijah, the ancient prophets, all had primitive perceptions of truth,\nand all became channels for the passing of the Christ-principle to\nmankind in some degree.But none of these men ever illustrated that\nprinciple as did the man Jesus.He is the most marvelous manifestation\nof God that has ever appeared among mankind; so true and exact was\nthe manifestation that he could tell the world that in seeing him\nthey were actually seeing the Father.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.It is quite true that many\nof his great sayings were not original with him.John went to the kitchen.Great truths have\nbeen voiced, even by so-called pagans, from earliest times.Sandra went back to the office.But he\ndemonstrated and made practical the truth in these sayings.Daniel went back to the bedroom.And he\nexposed the nothingness of the human mental concept of matter by\nhealing disease, walking the waves, and in other wonderful ways.Daniel picked up the apple there.It\nis true that long before his time Greek philosophers had hit upon the\ntheory of the nothingness of matter.Plato had said that only ideas\nwere real.Daniel went to the hallway.But Jesus--or the one who brought the Christ-message--was\nthe clearest mentality, the cleanest human window-pane, to quote\nCarmen, that ever existed.John moved to the office.Mary picked up the football there.Through him the divine mind showed with\nalmost unobscured fullness.Mary put down the football there.God's existence had been discerned and\nHis goodness proved from time to time by prophets and patriarchs, but\nby no means to the extent that Jesus proved it.There were those\nbefore him who had asserted that there was but one reality, and that\nhuman consciousness was not the real self.There were even those who\nbelieved matter to be created by the force of thought, even as in\nour own day._But it remained for Jesus to make those ideas\nintensely practical, even to the overcoming and dissolution of his\nwhole material concept of the universe and man._ And it remained\nfor him to show that the origin of evil is in the lie about God.Mary picked up the football there.It\nwas his mission to show that the devil was 'a man-killer from the\nbeginning,' because it is the supposition that there is power apart\nfrom God.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.It was his life purpose to show mankind that there is\nnothing in this lie to cause fear, and that it can be overcome by\novercoming the false thought which produces it.By overcoming that\nthought he showed men the evanescent nature of sickness and death.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel put down the apple.And sin he showed to be a missing of the mark through lack of\nunderstanding of what constitutes real good.Mary moved to the kitchen.Such is the\nfriction caused by the concussion of the fall, the rolling and rubbing\nof the apples together, and the pouring of the water,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "From this tank the apples are hoisted upon an\nendless chain elevator, with buckets in the form of a rake-head with\niron teeth, permitting drainage and escape of water, to an upper story\nof the mill, whence by gravity they descend to the grater.The press\nis wholly of iron, all its motions, even to the turning of the screws,\nbeing actuated by the water power.Sandra went back to the garden.The cheese is built up with layers\ninclosed in strong cotton cloth, which displaces the straw used in olden\ntime, and serves also to strain the cider.Daniel took the football there.As it is expressed from\nthe press tank, the cider passes to a storage tank, and thence to the\ndefecator.This defecator is a copper pan, eleven feet long and about three feet\nwide.At each end of this pan is placed a copper tube three inches in\ndiameter and closed at both ends.John went back to the kitchen.Lying between and connecting\nthese two, are twelve tubes, also of copper, 11/2 inches in diameter,\npenetrating the larger tubes at equal distances from their upper and\nunder surfaces, the smaller being parallel with each other, and 11/2\ninches apart.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.When placed in position, the larger tubes, which act as\nmanifolds, supplying the smaller with steam, rest upon the bottom of the\npan, and thus the smaller pipes have a space of three-fourths of an inch\nunderneath their outer surfaces.The cider comes from the storage tank in a continuous stream about\nthree-eighths of an inch in diameter.Sandra went to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.Steam is introduced to the large\nor manifold tubes, and from them distributed through the smaller ones at\na pressure of from twenty-five to thirty pounds per inch.Sandra went to the kitchen.John travelled to the bathroom.Trap valves\nare provided for the escape of water formed by condensation within the\npipes.The primary object of the defecator is to remove all impurities\nand perfectly clarify the liquid passing through it.Daniel went to the garden.All portions of\npomace and other minute particles of foreign matter, when heated,\nexpand and float in the form of scum upon the surface of the cider.An\ningeniously contrived floating rake drags off this scum and delivers it\nover the side of the pan.To facilitate this removal, one side of the\npan, commencing at a point just below the surface of the cider, is\ncurved gently outward and upward, terminating in a slightly inclined\nplane, over the edge of which the scum is pushed by the rake into a\ntrough and carried away.A secondary purpose served by the defecator\nis that of reducing the cider by evaporation to a partial sirup of the\nspecific gravity of about 20 deg.When of this consistency the liquid\nis drawn from the bottom and less agitated portion of the defecator by a\nsiphon, and thence carried to the evaporator, which is located upon the\nsame framework and just below the defecator.Mary went to the garden.Mary grabbed the apple there.The evaporMary travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.These are each jacketed\nor inclosed in an iron pipe of four inches internal diameter, fitted\nwith steam-tight collars so as to leave half an inch steam space\nsurrounding the copper tubes.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the office.Mary travelled to the bedroom.The latter are open at both ends\npermitting the admission and egress of the sirup and the escape of the\nsteam caused by evaporation therefrom, and are arranged upon the frame\nso as to have a very slight inclination downward in the direction of\nthe current, and each nearly underneath its predecessor in regular\nsuccession.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Each is connected by an iron supply pipe, having a steam\ngauge or indicator attached, with a large manifold, and that by other\npipes with a steam boiler of thirty horse power capacity.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Steam being\nlet on at from twenty five to thirty pounds pressure, the stream of\nsirup is received from the defecator through a strainer, which removes\nany impurities possibly remaining into the upper evaporator tube;\npassing in a gentle flow through that, it is delivered into a funnel\nconnected with the next tube below, and so, back and forth, through the\nwhole system.The sirup enters the evaporator at a consistency of from\n20 deg.Mary went to the office.Baume, and emerges from the last tube some three minutes\nlater at a consistency of from 30 deg.Baume, which is found on\ncooling to be the proper point for perfect jelly.Mary moved to the garden.This point is found to\nvary one or two degrees, according to the fermentation consequent upon\nbruises in handling the fruit, decay of the same, or any little delay in\nexpressing the juice from the cheese.The least fermentation occasions\nthe necessity for a lower reduction.To guard against this, no cheese\nis allowed to stand over night, no pomace left in the grater or vat, no\ncider in the tank; and further to provide against fermentation, a large\nwater tank is located upon the roof and filled by a force pump, and by\nmeans of hose connected with this, each grater, press, vat, tank, pipe,\ntrough, or other article of machinery used, can be thoroughly washed and\ncleansed.John moved to the hallway.John travelled to the bedroom.John moved to the office.Hot water, instead of cider, is sometimes sent through the\ndefecator, evaporator, etc., until all are thoroughly scalded and\npurified.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.If the saccharometer shows too great or too little reduction,\nthe matter is easily regulated by varying the steam pressure in the\nevaporator by means of a valve in the supply pipe.Sandra moved to the office.If boiled cider\ninstead of jelly is wanted for making pies, sauces, etc., it is drawn\noff from one of the upper evaporator tubes according to the consistency\ndesired; or can be produced at theJohn travelled to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "As the jelly emerges from the evaporator it is transferred to a tub\nholding some fifty gallons, and by mixing a little therein, any little\nvariations in reduction or in the sweetness or sourness of the fruit\nused are equalized.Sandra journeyed to the office.Mary went back to the kitchen.John picked up the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Within half an hour of\nthe accident the flames were at their height, and when the next\nmorning dawned nothing remained in the ravine but a charred and\nundistinguishable mass of car trucks, brake-rods, twisted rails and\nbent and tangled bridge iron, with the upturned locomotive close to\nthe west abutment.In this accident some eighty persons are supposed to have lost\ntheir lives, while over sixty others were injured.The exact number\nof those killed can never be known, however, as more than half of\nthose reported were utterly consumed in the fire; indeed, even of\nthe bodies recovered scarcely one half could be identified.John put down the football.Of the\ncause of the disaster much was said at the time in language most\nunnecessarily scientific;--but little was required to be said.It\nadmitted of no extenuation.An iron bridge, built in the early days\nof iron-bridges,--that which fell under the train at Ashtabula, was\nfaulty in its original construction, and the indications of weakness\nit had given had been distinct, but had not been regarded.That it\nhad stood so long and that it should have given way when it did,\nwere equally matters for surprise.A double track bridge, it should\nnaturally have fallen under the combined pressure of trains moving\nsimultaneously in opposite directions.The strain under which it\nyielded was not a particularly severe one, even taken in connection\nwith the great atmospheric pressure of the storm then prevailing.It was, in short, one of those disasters, fortunately of infrequent\noccurrence, with which accident has little if any connection.Sandra got the apple there.It was due to original inexperience and to subsequent ignorance\nor carelessness, or possibly recklessness as criminal as it was\nfool-hardy.John went to the office.Besides being a bridge accident, this was also a stove accident,--in\nthis respect a repetition of Angola.John went back to the garden.John moved to the bathroom.One of the most remarkable\nfeatures about it, indeed, was the fearful rapidity with which\nthe fire spread, and the incidents of its spread detailed in the\nsubsequent evidence of the survivors were simply horrible.Sandra left the apple.Men,\nwomen and children, full of the instinct of self-preservation, were\ncaught and pinned fast for the advancing flames, while those who\ntried to rescue them were driven back by the heat and compelled\nhelplessly to listen to their shrieks.Daniel journeyed to the office.It is, however, unnecessary\nto enter into these details, for they are but the repetition of\nan experience which has often been told, and they do but enforce\na lesson which the railroad companies seem resolved not to learn.John went back to the garden.Unquestionably the time in this country will come when through\ntrains will", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "That time,\nhowever, had not yet come.Meanwhile the evidence would seem to show\nthat at Ashtabula, as at Angola, at least two lives were sacrificed\nin the subsequent fire to each one lost in the immediate shock of\nthe disaster.[8]\n\n  [8] The Angola was probably the most impressively horrible of the\n  many \"stove accidents.\"That which occurred near Prospect, N. Y.,\n  upon the Buffalo, Corry & Pittsburgh road, on December 24, 1872,\n  should not, however, be forgotten.In this case a trestle bridge\n  gave way precipitating a passenger train some thirty feet to the\n  bottom of a ravine, where the cars caught fire from the stoves.Nineteen lives were lost, mostly by burning.John journeyed to the hallway.The Richmond Switch\n  disaster of April 19, 1873, on the New York, Providence & Boston\n  road was of the same character.Three passengers only were there\n  burned to death, but after the disaster the flames rushed \"through\n  the car as quickly as if the wood had been a lot of hay,\" and, after\n  those who were endeavoring to release the wounded and imprisoned men\n  were driven away, their cries were for some time heard through the\n  smoke and flame.But a few days more than a year after the Ashtabula accident another\ncatastrophe, almost exactly similar in its details, occurred on\nthe Connecticut Western road.Sandra moved to the bathroom.It is impossible to even estimate\nthe amount of overhauling to which bridges throughout the country\nhad in the meanwhile been subjected, or the increased care used\nin their examination.All that can be said is that during the\nyear 1877 no serious accident due to the inherent weakness of any\nbridge occcurred on the 70,000 miles of American railroad.Neither,\nso far as can be ascertained, was the Tariffville disaster to be\nreferred to that cause.Sandra grabbed the football there.It happened on the evening of January 15,\n1878.A large party of excursionists were returning from a Moody\nand Sankey revival meeting on a special train, consisting of two\nlocomotives and ten cars.Half a mile west of Tariffville the\nrailroad crosses the Farmington river.Sandra went to the garden.The bridge at this point was\na wooden Howe truss, with two spans of 163 feet each.It had been\nin use about seven years and, originally of ample strength and good\nconstruction, there is no evidence that its strength had since been\nunduly impaired by neglect or exposure.It should, therefore, have\nsufficed to bear twice the strain to which it was now subjected.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.Exactly as at Ashtabula, however, the west span of the bridge gave\nway under the train just as the leading locomotives passed onto the\ntressel-work beyond it: the ice broke under the falling wreck, and\nthe second locomotive with four cars were precipitated into the\nriver.The remaining cars were stopped by the rear end of the third\ncar, resting as it did on the centre pier of the bridge, and did\nnot", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.The fall to the surface of the ice was about\nten feet.There was no fire to add to the horrors in this case, but\nthirteen persons were crushed to death or drowned, and thirty-three\nothers injured.Sandra moved to the office.John went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the hallway.Sandra went to the bedroom.[9]\n\n  [9] Of the same general character with the Tariffville and Ashtabula\n  accidents were those which occurred on November 1, 1855, upon the\n  Pacific railroad of Missouri at the bridge over the Gasconade, and\n  on July 27, 1875, upon the Northern Pacific at the bridge over the\n  Mississippi near Brainerd.Swing the right foot to the right, and put it down directly at the side\nof the left (count 1); hop on the right foot and swing the left across\nin front (count 2); fall back upon the right foot (count 3); put down\nthe left foot, crossing in front of the right, and transfer weight to it\n(count 4); with right foot step a whole step to the right (count 5); and\nfinish by bringing the left foot against the right, where it receives\nthe weight (count 6).In executing the hop upon counts 2 and 3 of the third measure, the\nmovement must be so far delayed that the falling back will exactly\ncoincide with the third count of the music.Mary travelled to the garden.John went to the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TURKEY TROT\n\n_Preparation:--Side Position of the Waltz._\n\n\nDuring the first four measures take four Boston steps without turning\n(lady forward, gentleman backward), and bending the supporting knee,\nstretch the free foot backward, (lady's left, gentleman's right) as\nshown in the illustration opposite.Daniel went to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.Execute four drawing steps to the side (lady's right, gentleman's left)\nswaying the shoulders and body in the direction of the drawn foot, and\npointing with the free foot upon the fourth, as shown in figure.Daniel went to the kitchen.Eight whole turns, Short Boston or Two-Step.Mary travelled to the hallway.*       *       *       *       *\n\n  A splendid specimen for this dance will be found in \"The Gobbler\" by\n  J. Monroe.John got the milk there.Mary went to the office.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel grabbed the apple there.THE AEROPLANE GLIDE\n\n\nThe \"Aeroplane Glide\" is very similar to the Boston Dip.John put down the milk.It is supposed\nto represent the start of the flight of an aeroplane, and derives its\nname from that fact.The sole difference between the \"Dip\" and \"Aeroplane\" consists in the\nsix running steps which make up the first two measures.Daniel dropped the apple.Of these running\nsteps, which are executed sidewiseDaniel went back to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Upon this step, the supporting knee is\nnoticeably bended to coincide with the accent of the music.John travelled to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.The rest of the dance is identical with the \"Dip\".[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TANGO\n\n\nThe Tango is a Spanish American dance which contains much of the\npeculiar charm of the other Spanish dances, and its execution depends\nlargely upon the ability of the dancers so to grasp the rhythm of the\nmusic as to interpret it by their movements.The steps are all simple,\nand the dancers are permitted to vary or improvise the figures at will.Of these figures the two which follow are most common, and lend\nthemselves most readily to verbal description.1\n\nThe partners face one another as in Waltz Position.The gentleman takes\nthe lady's right hand in his left, and, stretching the arms to the full\nextent, holding them at the shoulder height, he places her right hand\nupon his left shoulder, and holds it there, as in the illustration\nopposite page 30.Mary picked up the milk there.In starting, the gentleman throws his right shoulder slightly back and\nsteps directly backward with his left foot, while the lady follows\nforward with her right.Mary went back to the bedroom.In this manner both continue two steps, crossing\none foot over the other and then execute a half-turn in the same\ndirection.This is followed by four measures of the Two-Step and the\nwhole is repeated at will.Sandra took the football there.Sandra moved to the office.[Illustration]\n\n\nTANGO No.2\n\nThis variant starts from the same position as Tango No.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John journeyed to the bedroom.The gentleman\ntakes two steps backward with the lady following forward, and then two\nsteps to the side (the lady's right and the gentleman's left) and two\nsteps in the opposite direction to the original position.These steps to the side should be marked by the swaying of the bodies as\nthe feet are drawn together on the second count of the measure, and the\nwhole is followed by 8 measures of the Two-Step.IDEAL MUSIC FOR THE \"BOSTON\"\n\n\nPIANO SOLO\n\n(_Also to be had for Full or Small Orchestra_)\n\nLOVE'S AWAKENING           _J.Danglas_       .60\nON THE WINGS OF DREAM      _J.Danglas_       .60\nFRISSON (Thrill!)Sinibaldi_     .50\nLOVE'S TRIUMPH             _A.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra put down the football.Daniele_       .60\nDOUCEMENT                  _G.Robert_        .60\nVIENNOISE                  _A.Duval", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "FOR THE TURKEY TROT\n\nEspecially recommended\n\nTHE GOBBLER                _J.Monroe_        .50\n\n\nAny of the foregoing compositions will be supplied on receipt of\none-half the list price.PUBLISHED BY\n\nTHE BOSTON MUSIC COMPANY 26 & 28 WEST ST., BOSTON, MASS.TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:\n\n\n  Text in italics is surrounded with underscores: _italics_.Sandra moved to the kitchen.The shore is literally packed with\nagates and crystals.We dug some more than two feet deep in several\nplaces, but still could find no bottom to the glittering floor.They are\nof all colors, but the prevailing hues are red and yellow.John moved to the bathroom.Here Juan\npaused, and lifting his whistle to his lips, he performed a multitude of\nsoft, gentle airs, which floated across the calm waves like a lover's\nserenade breathes o'er the breast of sleeping beauty.We had now entirely circumnavigated the lake, and were on the eve\nof despairing utterly, when suddenly we beheld the surface of the lake,\nnearly a quarter of a mile from the shore, disturbed violently, as if\nsome giant whale were floundering with a harpoon in its side.In a\nmoment more the head and neck of one of those tremendous serpents that\nof late years have infested the lake, were uplifted some ten or fifteen\nfeet above the surface.Almost at the same instant we beheld the head,\nface and hair, as of a human being, emerge quickly from the water, and\nlook back toward the pursuing foe.The truth flashed upon us\ninstantaneously.Mary travelled to the garden.Here was a mermaid pursued by a serpent.Sandra moved to the office.On they came,\nseemingly regardless of our presence, and had approached to within\ntwenty yards of the spot where we stood, when suddenly both came to a\ndead halt.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Juan had never ceased for a moment to blow his tuneful flute,\nand it now became apparent that the notes had struck their hearing at\nthe same time.Daniel went to the bathroom.To say that they were charmed would but half express\ntheir ecstatic condition.Sandra got the apple there.The huge old serpent lolled along the waters for a hundred feet or so,\nand never so much as shook the spray from his hide.He looked like\nMilton's portrait of Satan, stretched out upon the burning marl of hell.In perfect contrast with the sea monster, the beautiful mermaiden lifted\nher pallid face above the water, dripping with the crystal tears of the\nlake, and gathering her long raven locks, that floated like the train of\na meteor down her back, she carelessly flung them across her swelling\nbosom, as if to reproach us for gazing upon her beauteous form.If she were entranced by the music, I was\nnot less so with her beauty.Presently the roseate hues of a dying\ndolphin", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the hallway.Again and again it broke forth, until it beat in full\nsymphony with the cadences of Juan's rustic flute.My attention was at this moment aroused by the suspicious clicking of my\ncomrade's rifle.Mary moved to the office.Turning around suddenly, I beheld Liehard, with his\npiece leveled at the unconscious mermaid.But the\nwarning came too late, for instantaneously the quick report of his rifle\nand the terrific shriek of the mermaid broke the noontide stillness;\nand, rearing her bleeding form almost entirely out of the water, she\nplunged headlong forwards, a corpse.Beholding his prey, powerless\nwithin his grasp, the serpent splashed toward her, and, ere I could cock\nmy rifle, he had seized her unresisting body, and sank with it into the\nmysterious caverns of the lake.Sandra picked up the football there.At this instant, I gave a loud outcry,\nas if in pain.On opening my eyes, my wife was bending over me, the\nmidday sun was shining in my face, Dick Barter was spinning some\nconfounded yarn about the Bay of Biscay and the rum trade of Jamaica,\nand the sloop _Edith Beaty_ was still riding at anchor off the wild\nglen, and gazing tranquilly at her ugly image in the crystal mirror of\nLake Bigler.[Decoration]\n\n\n\n\n[Decoration]\n\n\nX._ROSENTHAL'S ELAINE._\n\n\n    I stood and gazed far out into the waste;\n    No dip of oar broke on the listening ear;\n    But the quick rippling of the inward flood\n    Gave warning of approaching argosy.Adown the west, the day's last fleeting gleam\n    Faded and died, and left the world in gloom.Hope hung no star up in the murky east\n    To cheer the soul, or guide the pilgrim's way.Mary grabbed the milk there.Black frown'd the heavens, and black the answering earth\n    Reflected from her watery wastes the night.Mary got the apple there.Once again\n    The dripping oar dipped in its silver blade,\n    Parting the waves, as smiles part beauty's lips.Sandra went back to the hallway.Betwixt me and the curtain of the cloud,\n    Close down by the horizon's verge, there crept\n    From out the darkness, barge and crew and freight,\n    Sailless and voiceless, all!Then I knew\n    I stood upon the brink of Time.I saw\n    Before me Death's swift river sweep along\n    And bear its burden to the grave.John went to the office.Sandra left the football there.John travelled to the kitchen.One seamew screamed, in solitary woe;\n    \"Elaine!stole back the echo, weird\n    And musical, from off the further shore.Then burst a chorus wild, \"Elaine!Sandra moved to the kitchen.And gazing upward through the twilight haze,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the garden.Daniel took the football there.There stood the sturdy monarch: he who drove\n    The hordes of Hengist from old Albion's strand;\n    And, leaning on his stalwart arm, his queen,\n    The fair, the false, but trusted Guinevere!John went back to the kitchen.And there, like the statue of a demi-god,\n    In marble wrought by some old Grecian hand,\n    With eyes downcast, towered Lancelot of the Lake.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra went to the bathroom.Lavaine and Torre, the heirs of Astolat,\n    And he, the sorrowing Sire of the Dead,\n    Together with a throng of valiant knights\n    And ladies fair, were gathered as of yore,\n    At the Round Table of bold Arthur's Court.Sandra went to the bedroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.There, too, was Tristram, leaning on his lance,\n    Whose eyes alone of all that weeping host\n    Swam not in tears; but indignation burned\n    Red in their sockets, like volcanic fires,\n    And from their blazing depths a Fury shot\n    Her hissing arrows at the guilty pair.John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went to the garden.Then Lancelot, advancing to the front,\n    With glance transfixed upon the canvas true\n    That sheds immortal fame on ROSENTHAL,\n    Thus chanted forth his Requiem for the Dead:\n\n        Fresh as the water in the fountain,\n          Fair as the lily by its side,\n        Pure as the snow upon the mountain,\n                  Is the angel\n                    Elaine!Mary went to the garden.He said he thought I was 'clear grit'\nto risk everything to find father, and he said he saw it in me when he\nwas there; that's how he guessed where I was gone when I ran away, and\nfollowed me.\"Mary grabbed the apple there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John went to the hallway.\"He was as right as he was lucky,\" said Masterton gravely.John journeyed to the office.She slipped down on the floor beside him with an unconscious movement\nthat her masculine garments only made the more quaintly girlish, and,\nclasping her knee with both hands, looked at the fire as she rocked\nherself slightly backward and forward as she spoke.Sandra went back to the bedroom.\"It will shock a proper man like you, I know,\" she began demurely, \"but\nI came ALONE, with only a Chinaman to guide me.Daniel discarded the football.John went back to the garden.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Mary discarded the apple there.I got these clothes from\nour laundryman, so that ISandra moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "I would have got\na Chinese lady's dress, but I couldn't walk in THEIR shoes,\"--she looked\ndown at her little feet encased in wooden sandals,--\"and I had a long\nway to walk.But even if I didn't look quite right to Chinamen, no white\nman was able to detect the difference.You passed me twice in the stage,\nand you didn't know me.I traveled night and day, most of the time\nwalking, and being passed along from one Chinaman to another, or, when\nwe were alone, being slung on a pole between two coolies like a bale of\ngoods.I ate what they could give me, for I dared not go into a shop or\na restaurant; I couldn't shut my eyes in their dens, so I stayed awake\nall night.Yet I got ahead of you and the sheriff,--though I didn't know\nat the time what YOU were after,\" she added presently.He was overcome with wondering admiration of her courage, and of\nself-reproach at his own short-sightedness.John took the apple there.This was the girl he had\nlooked upon as a spoiled village beauty, satisfied with her small\ntriumphs and provincial elevation, and vacant of all other purpose.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Here\nwas she--the all-unconscious heroine--and he her critic helpless at\nher feet!It was not a cheerful reflection, and yet he took a certain\ndelight in his expiation.Perhaps he had half believed in her without\nknowing it.Mary grabbed the milk there.I regret to say he dodged the\nquestion meanly.he said, looking\nmarkedly at her escaped braid of hair.She followed his eyes rather than his words, half pettishly caught up\nthe loosened braid, swiftly coiled it around the top of her head, and,\nclapping the weather-beaten and battered conical hat back again upon it,\ndefiantly said: \"Yes!Everybody isn't as critical as you are, and even\nyou wouldn't be--of a Chinaman!\"Sandra went to the kitchen.He had never seen her except when she was arrayed with the full\nintention to affect the beholders and perfectly conscious of her\nattractions; he was utterly unprepared for this complete ignoring of\nadornment now, albeit he was for the first time aware how her real\nprettiness made it unnecessary.She looked fully as charming in this\ngrotesque head-covering as she had in that paragon of fashion, the new\nhat, which had excited his tolerant amusement.\"I'm afraid I'm a very poor critic,\" he said bluntly.Mary went to the hallway.\"I never conceived\nthat this sort of thing was at all to your taste.\"\"I came to see my father because I wanted to,\" she said, with equal\nbluntness.\"And I came to see him though I DIDN'T want to,\" he said, with a cynical\nlaugh.She turned, and fixed her brown eyes inquiringly upon him.\"Then you did not believe he was a thief?\"\"It would ill become me to accuse your father or my directors,\" he\nanswered diplomatically.Mary went to the bathroom.She was quick", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the kitchen.\"You're no friend of\nWindibrook,\" she said, \"I know.\"Daniel travelled to the office.\"If you would like to see my popper, I can manage it,\" she said\nhesitatingly.\"He'll do anything for me,\" she added, with a touch of her\nold pride.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Sandra got the milk there.\"But if he is a free\nman now, and able to go where he likes, and to see whom he likes, he may\nnot care to give an audience to a mere messenger.\"John moved to the bedroom.\"You wait and let me see him first,\" said the girl quickly.Mary went back to the kitchen.Then, as the\nsound of sleigh-bells came from the road outside, she added, \"Here he\nis.Sandra put down the milk.I'll get your clothes; they are out here drying by the fire in\nthe shed.\"Mary took the milk there.She disappeared through a back door, and returned presently\nbearing his dried garments.John travelled to the bathroom.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went back to the hallway.\"Dress yourself while I take popper into the\nshed,\" she said quickly, and ran out into the road.Although circulation was now\nrestored, and he felt a glow through his warmed clothes, he had been\nsorely bruised and shaken by his fall.He had scarcely finished dressing\nwhen Montagu Trixit entered from the shed.Mary left the milk there.John moved to the garden.Masterton looked at him with\na new interest and a respect he had never felt before.There certainly\nwas little of the daughter in this keen-faced, resolute-lipped man,\nthough his brown eyes, like hers, had the same frank, steadfast\naudacity.With a business brevity that was hurried but not unkindly, he\nhoped Masterton had fully recovered.\"Thanks to your daughter, I'm all right now,\" said Masterton.\"I need\nnot tell you that I believe I owe my life to her energy and courage, for\nI think you have experienced what she can do in that way.Daniel moved to the bedroom.But YOU have\nhad the advantage of those who have only enjoyed her social\nacquaintance in knowing all the time what she was capable of,\" he added\nsignificantly.A little butterfly settled on a flower at his feet, flew up\nand settled a little way before him, flew up and settled again, and\nso on all over the hill.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.But soon he came to a thick bush and\nstopped; for a bird flew out of it with a frightened \"quitt, quitt!\"Mary took the football there.John went back to the bathroom.and rushed away over the sloping hill-side.Then she who was sitting\nthere looked up; Arne stooped low down, his heart throbbed till he\nheard its beats, he held his breath, and was afraid to stir a leaf;\nfor it was Eli whom he saw.John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.After a long while heSandra went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went back to the kitchen.Mary went to the hallway.Then he peeped between the\nleaves as they blew aside and closed again.Daniel took the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.She wore a close-fitting black dress with long white sleeves,\nand a straw hat like those worn by boys.Daniel dropped the apple there.Mary went to the office.In her lap a book was lying\nwith a heap of wild flowers upon it; her right hand was listlessly\nplaying with them as if she were in thought, and her left supported\nher head.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.She was looking away towards the place where the bird had\nflown, and she seemed as if she had been weeping.Anything more beautiful, Arne had never seen or dreamed of in all\nhis life; the sun, too, had spread its gold over her and the place;\nand the song still hovered round her, so that Arne thought,\nbreathed--nay, even his heart beat, in time with it.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went to the bathroom.It seemed so\nstrange that the song which bore all his longing, _he_ had forgotten,\nbut _she_ had found.John picked up the apple there.A tawny wasp flew round her in circles many times, till at last she\nsaw it and frightened it away with a flower-stalk, which she put up\nas often as it came before her.Sandra went back to the garden.Then she took up the book and opened\nit, but she soon closed it again, sat as before, and began to hum\nanother song.John discarded the apple.Mary moved to the garden.He could hear it was \"The Tree's early leaf-buds,\"\nthough she often made mistakes, as if she did not quite remember\neither the words or the tune.John journeyed to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.The verse she knew best was the last\none, and so she often repeated it; but she sang it thus:--\n\n   \"The Tree bore his berries, so mellow and red:\n    'May I gather thy berries?''Yes; all thou canst see;\n        Take them; all are for thee.'John journeyed to the bathroom.Said the Tree--trala--lala, trala, lala--said.\"Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John went back to the kitchen.Then she suddenly sprang up, scattering all the flowers around her,\nand sang till the tune trembled through the air, and might have been\nheard at Boeen.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra went to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Arne had thought of coming forwards when she began\nsinging; he was just about to do so when she jumped up; then he felt\nhe _must_ come,Daniel grabbed the milk there.Sandra grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the office.Sandra put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the garden.Mary went to the office.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.No!--There she skipped over the hillocks singing; here her hat fell\noff, there she took it up again; here she picked a flower, there she\nstood deep in the highest grass.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.John moved to the office.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel went to the garden.It was a long while ere he ventured to peep out\nagain; at first he only raised his head; he could not see her: he\nrose to his knees; still he could not see her: he stood upright; no\nshe was gone.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John moved to the garden.Mary went to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the garden.He thought himself a miserable fellow; and some of the\ntales he had heard at the nutting-party came into his mind.Sandra went back to the office.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Now he would not go to the parsonage.Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.John journeyed to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the office.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the bathroom.He would not have the\nnewspapers; would not know anything about Christian.John journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the hallway.John went back to the office.Mary went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.He would not goMary journeyed to the office.Sandra went back to the office.John travelled to the hallway.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra moved to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the office.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary went to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the bathroom.Mary took the milk there.\"Oh, God, I am so unhappy!\"He sprang up again and sang \"The Tree's early leaf-buds\" till the\nmountains resounded.Then he sat down where she had been sitting, and took up the flowers\nshe had picked, but he flung them away again down the hill on every\nside.It was long since he had done so; this struck\nhim, and made him weep still more.He would go far away, that he\nwould; no, he would not go away!Sandra travelled to the garden.John journeyed to the garden.John grabbed the football there.He thought he was very unhappy; but\nwhen he asked himself why, he could hardly tell.It\nwas a lovely day; and the Sabbath rest lay over all.John put down the football there.The lake was\nwithout a ripple; from the houses the curling smoke had begun to\nrise; the partridges one after another had ceased calling, and though\nthe little birds continued their twittering, they went towards the\nshade of the wood; the dewdrops were gone, and the grass looked\ngrave; not a breath of wind stirred the drooping leaves; and the sun\nwas near the meridian.Sandra went to the office.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra went to the kitchen.Almost before he knew, he found himself seated\nputting together a little song; a sweet tune offered itself for it;\nand while his heart was strangely full of gentle feelings, the tune\nwent and came till words linked themselves to it and begged to be\nsung, if only for once.He sang them gently, sitting where Eli had sat:\n\n   \"He went in the forest the whole day long,\n    The whole day long;\n    For there he had heard such a wondrous song,\n    A wondrous song.\"He fashioned a flute from a willow spray,\n    A willow spray,\n    To see if within it the sweet tune lay,\n    The sweet tune lay.\"It whispered and told him its name at last,\n    Its name at last;\n    But then, while he listened, away it passed,\n    Away it passed.\"But oft when he slumbered, again it stole,\n    Again it stole,\n    With touches of love upon his soul,\n    Upon his soul.John moved to the office.\"Then he tried to catch it, and keep it fast,\n    And keep it fast;\n    But he woke, and away i' the night it passed,\n    I' the night it passed.\"'My Lord, let me pass in the night, I pray,\n    In the night, I pray;\n    For the tune has taken my heart away,\n    My heart away.'\"I end by thanking you, my dear Gordon Pasha, for your kindness\n     in continuing to Egypt your precious services, and I am fully\n     persuaded that, with the aid of your great experience and your\n     devotion, we shall bring", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the garden.\"Believe, my dear Gordon Pasha, in my sentiments of high esteem\n     and sincere friendship.--Your affectionate\n\n                                             ISMAIL.\"Daniel took the football there.Nothing could be more gracious than this letter, which made General\nGordon independent of the men who he feared would thwart him, and\nresponsible to the Khedive alone.John went back to the kitchen.It was followed up a few weeks\nlater--that is to say, after the new Governor-General had left for his\ndestination--by the conferring of the military rank of Muchir or\nMarshal.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.At the same time the Khedive sent him a handsome uniform,\nwith L150 worth of gold lace on the coat, and the Grand Cordon of the\nMedjidieh Order, which, it may be worth noting here, General Gordon\nonly wore when in Egyptian uniform.Sandra went to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.These acts on the part of the\nKhedive Ismail show that, whatever may have been his reasons for\ntaking up the slavery question, he was really sincere in his desire to\nsupport Gordon, who fully realised and appreciated the good-will and\nfriendly intentions of this Egyptian ruler.Sandra went to the kitchen.When an unfavourable\njudgment is passed on Ismail Pasha, his consistent support of General\nGordon may be cited to show that neither his judgment nor his heart\nwas as bad as his numerous detractors would have the world believe.John travelled to the bathroom.Having settled the character of the administration he was to conduct,\nGeneral Gordon did not waste a day at Cairo.Daniel went to the garden.The holiday and rest to\nwhich he was fully entitled, and of which there can be no doubt that\nhe stood greatly in need, were reduced to the smallest limits.Mary went to the garden.Only\ntwo months intervened between his departure from Cairo for London on\ncoming down from the Equator, and his second departure from Cairo to\nthe Soudan.Much of that period had been passed in travelling, much\nmore in exhausting and uncongenial negotiation in the Egyptian\ncapital.All the brief space over enabled him to do was to pass the\nChristmas with several members of his family, to which he was so\ndeeply attached, to visit his sisters in the old home at Southampton,\nand to run down for a day to Gravesend, the scene of his philanthropic\nlabours a few years before.Mary grabbed the apple there.Yet, with his extraordinary recuperative\nforce, he hastened with fresh strength and spirit to take up a more\narduous and more responsible task than that he had felt compelled to\nrelinquish so short a period before.Mary travelled to the bathroom.With almost boyish energy,\ntempered by a profound belief in the workings of the Divine will, he\nturned his face once more to that torrid region, where at that time\nand since scenes of cruelty andJohn went to the hallway.John journeyed to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Having thus described the circumstances and conditions under which\nGeneral Gordon consented to take up the Soudan question, it is\ndesirable to explain clearly what were the objects he had in his own\nmind, and what was the practical task he set himself to accomplish.Fortunately, this description need not be based on surmise or\nindividual conjecture.General Gordon set forth his task in the\nplainest language, and he held the clearest, and, as the result\nshowed, the most correct views as to what had to be done, and the\ndifficulties that stood in the way of its accomplishment.Sandra moved to the hallway.He wrote on\nthe very threshold of his undertaking these memorable sentences:--\n\n     \"I have to contend with many vested interests, with fanaticism,\n     with the abolition of hundreds of Arnauts, Turks, etc., now\n     acting as Bashi-Bazouks, with inefficient governors, with wild\n     independent tribes of Bedouins, and with a large semi-independent\n     province lately under Zebehr Pasha at Bahr Gazelle.... With\n     terrific exertion, in two or three years' time I may, with God's\n     administration, make a good province, with a good army, and a\n     fair revenue and peace, and an increased trade, and also have\n     suppressed slave raids.\"No one can dispute either the Titanic magnitude of the task to be\naccomplished or the benefit its accomplishment would confer on a\nmiserably unhappy population.How completely the project was carried\nout by one man, where powerful Governments and large armies have\nfailed both before and since, has now to be demonstrated.John travelled to the office.General Gordon proceeded direct from Cairo to Massowah, which route he\nselected because he hoped to settle the Abyssinian dispute before he\ncommenced operations in the Soudan.Sandra took the milk there.Sandra put down the milk.Both the Khedive and the British\nGovernment wished a termination to be put to the troubles that had for\nsome time prevailed in the border lands of Abyssinia and the Eastern\nSoudan, and it was hoped that Gordon's reputation and energy would\nfacilitate the removal of all difficulties with King John, who, after\nthe death of Theodore, had succeeded in obtaining the coveted title of\n\"Negus.\"In order to understand the position, a few historical facts must be\nrecorded.By the year 1874 King John's authority was established over\nevery province except in the south, Shoa, where Menelik retained his\nindependence, and in the north, Bogos, which was seized in the year\nstated by Munzinger Bey, a Swiss holding the post of Governor of\nMassowah under the Khedive.In seizing Bogos, Munzinger had\ndispossessed its hereditary chief, Walad el Michael, who retired to\nHamacem, also part of his patrimony, where he raised forces in\nself-defence.Munzinger proposed to annex Hamacem, and the Khedive\nassented; but he entrusted the command of the expedition to Arokol\nBey", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.The Egyptian expedition\nmeantime advanced with equal confidence and carelessness upon Hamacem,\nMichael attacked it in several detachments, and had the double\nsatisfaction of destroying the troops and capturing their arms and\nammunition.John grabbed the apple there.Such was the disastrous commencement of those pending\nquestions to which the Khedive Ismail referred in his letter to\nGeneral Gordon.The Khedive decided to retrieve this reverse, and to continue his\noriginal design.John left the apple.Mary went back to the bathroom.It was\nharnessed in the most simple manner, with a pair of branks, a hair\ntether, or halter, and a sunk, or cushion of straw, instead of bridle and\nsaddle.John grabbed the apple there.Mary went back to the garden.A canvass pouch hung around the neck of the animal, for the\npurpose, probably, of containing the rider's tools, and any thing else he\nmight have occasion to carry with him.Although I had never seen the old\nman before, yet from the singularity of his employment, and the style of\nhis equipage, I had no difficulty in recognising a religious itinerant\nwhom I had often heard talked of, and who was known in various parts of\nScotland by the title of Old Mortality.[Illustration: The Graveyard--006]\n\n\n\"Where this man was born, or what was his real name, I have never been\nable to learn; nor are the motives which made him desert his home, and\nadopt the erratic mode of life which he pursued, known to me except very\ngenerally.According to the belief of most people, he was a native of\neither the county of Dumfries or Galloway, and lineally descended from\nsome of those champions of the Covenant, whose deeds and sufferings were\nhis favourite theme.John put down the apple.He is said to have held, at one period of his life,\na small moorland farm; but, whether from pecuniary losses, or domestic\nmisfortune, he had long renounced that and every other gainful calling.Daniel got the milk there.In the language of Scripture, he left his house, his home, and his\nkindred, and wandered about until the day of his death, a period of\nnearly thirty years.Daniel went back to the hallway.\"During this long pilgrimage, the pious enthusiast regulated his circuit\nso as annually to visit the graves of the unfortunate Covenanters, who\nsuffered by the sword, or by the executioner, during the reigns of the\ntwo last monarchs of the Stewart line.John journeyed to the office.These are most numerous in the\nwestern districts of Ayr, Galloway, and Dumfries; but they are also to be\nfound in other parts of Scotland, wherever the fugitives had fought, or\nfallen, or suffered by military or civil execution.Their tombs are often\napart from all human habitation, in the remote moors and wilds to which\nthe wanderers had fled for concealment.But wherever they existed, Old\nMortality was sure to visit them when his annual round broughtDaniel went back to the garden.Mary got the apple there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the office.In the most lonely recesses of the mountains, the\nmoor-fowl shooter has been often surprised to find him busied in cleaning\nthe moss from the grey stones, renewing with his chisel the half-defaced\ninscriptions, and repairing the emblems of death with which these simple\nmonuments are usually adorned.Motives of the most sincere, though\nfanciful devotion, induced the old man to dedicate so many years of\nexistence to perform this tribute to the memory of the deceased warriors\nof the church.He considered himself as fulfilling a sacred duty, while\nrenewing to the eyes of posterity the decaying emblems of the zeal and\nsufferings of their forefathers, and thereby trimming, as it were, the\nbeacon-light, which was to warn future generations to defend their\nreligion even unto blood.\"In all his wanderings, the old pilgrim never seemed to need, or was\nknown to accept, pecuniary assistance.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.It is true, his wants were very\nfew; for wherever he went, he found ready quarters in the house of some\nCameronian of his own sect, or of some other religious person.The\nhospitality which was reverentially paid to him he always acknowledged,\nby repairing the gravestones (if there existed any) belonging to the\nfamily or ancestors of his host.As the wanderer was usually to be seen\nbent on this pious task within the precincts of some country churchyard,\nor reclined on the solitary tombstone among the heath, disturbing the\nplover and the black-cock with the clink of his chisel and mallet, with\nhis old white pony grazing by his side, he acquired, from his converse\namong the dead, the popular appellation of Old Mortality.John took the milk there.\"The character of such a man could have in it little connexion even with\ninnocent gaiety.Yet, among those of his own religious persuasion, he is\nreported to have been cheerful.The descendants of persecutors, or those\nwhom he supposed guilty of entertaining similar tenets, and the scoffers\nat religion by whom he was sometimes assailed, he usually termed the\ngeneration of vipers.Conversing with others, he was grave and\nsententious, not without a cast of severity.But he is said never to have\nbeen observed to give way to violent passion, excepting upon one\noccasion, when a mischievous truant-boy defaced with a stone the nose of\na cherub's face, which the old man was engaged in retouching.I am in\ngeneral a sparer of the rod, notwithstanding the maxim of Solomon, for\nwhich school-boys have little reason to thank his memory; but on this\noccasion I deemed it proper to show that I did not hate the child.--But I\nmust return to the circumstances attending my first interview with this\ninteresting enthusiast.John travelled to the garden.\"In accosting Old Mortality, I did not fail to pay respect to his years\nand his principles, beginning my address by a respectful apology for\ninterrupting his labours.The old man intermitted the operation of the\nchisel, took off his", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Encouraged by\nhis affability, I intruded upon him some questions concerning the\nsufferers on whose monument he was now employed.To talk of the exploits\nof the Covenanters was the delight, as to repair their monuments was the\nbusiness, of his life.John moved to the bathroom.He was profuse in the communication of all the\nminute information which he had collected concerning them, their wars,\nand their wanderings.One would almost have supposed he must have been\ntheir contemporary, and have actually beheld the passages which he\nrelated, so much had he identified his feelings and opinions with theirs,\nand so much had his narratives the circumstantiality of an eye-witness.\"'We,' he said, in a tone of exultation,--'we are the only true whigs.Daniel picked up the football there.Carnal men have assumed that triumphant appellation, following him whose\nkingdom is of this world.Which of them would sit six hours on a wet\nhill-side to hear a godly sermon?Mary journeyed to the bathroom.I trow an hour o't wad staw them.'Why don't you go\nand share your wages with the chaps what's out of work?'Sandra grabbed the milk there.'It means that if\nthe Editor of the Obscurer put that in his paper as an argument against\nSocialism, either he is of feeble intellect himself or else he thinks\nthat the majority of his readers are.That isn't an argument against\nSocialism--it's an argument against the hypocrites who pretend to be\nChristians--the people who profess to \"Love their neighbours as\nthemselves\"--who pretend to believe in Universal Brotherhood, and that\nthey do not love the world or the things of the world and say that they\nare merely \"Pilgrims on their way to a better land\".Sandra put down the milk.As for why I\ndon't do it--why should I?But\nyou're all \"Christians\"--why don't you do it?'John travelled to the hallway.'We're not talkin' about religion,' exclaimed Crass, impatiently.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John went back to the bedroom.I never said anything about \"Sharing\nOut\" or \"Bearing one another's burdens\".Daniel went to the garden.Daniel put down the football.I don't profess to \"Give to\neveryone who asks of me\" or to \"Give my cloak to the man who take away\nmy coat\".I have read that Christ taught that His followers must do\nall these things, but as I do not pretend to be one of His followers I\ndon't do them.Daniel went back to the bedroom.But you believe in Christianity: why don't you do the\nthings that He said?'Daniel went to the garden.As nobody seemed to know the answer to this question, the lecturer\nproceeded:\n\n'In this matter the difference between so-called \"Christians\" and\nSocialists is this: Christ taught the Fatherhood of God and the\nBrotherhood of Men.Those who today pretend to be Christ's followers\nhypocritically profess to carry out those teachings now.They have arranged \"The Battle of Life\" system instead!'The Socialist", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John took the apple there.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.He knows that in this\nbattle he must either fight or go under.Mary grabbed the milk there.Therefore, in self-defiance,\nhe fights; but all the time he continues his appeal for the cessation\nof the slaughter.Sandra went to the kitchen.He pleads for the changing of the system.He advocates\nCo-operation instead of Competition: but how can he co-operate with\npeople who insist on competing with him?No individual can practise\nco-operation by himself!Socialism can only be practised by the\nCommunity--that is the meaning of the word.At present, the other\nmembers of the community--the \"Christians\"--deride and oppose the\nSocialist's appeal.'It is these pretended Christians who do not practise what they preach,\nbecause, all the time they are singing their songs of Brotherhood and\nLove, they are fighting with each other, and strangling each other and\ntrampling each other underfoot in their horrible \"Battle of Life\"!Mary went to the hallway.'No Socialist suggests \"Sharing out\" money or anything else in the\nmanner you say.And another thing: if you only had a little more sense\nyou might be able to perceive that this stock \"argument\" of yours is\nreally an argument against the present system, inasmuch as it proves\nthat Money is in itself of no use whatever.Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John grabbed the football there.Supposing all the money\nwas shared out equally; and suppose there was enough of it for everyone\nto have ten thousand pounds; and suppose they then all thought they\nwere rich and none of them would work.Could they eat it or drink it or wear it?John put down the apple.It wouldn't take\nthem very long to find out that this wonderful money--which under the\npresent system is the most powerful thing in existence--is really of no\nmore use than so much dirt.They would speedily perish, not from lack\nof money, but from lack of wealth--that is, from lack of things that\nare made by work.Sandra went back to the kitchen.And further, it is quite true that if all the money\nwere distributed equally amongst all the people tomorrow, it would all\nbe up in heaps again in a very short time.Sandra went to the office.John moved to the bathroom.But that only proves that\nwhile the present Money System remains, it will be impossible to do\naway with poverty, for heaps in some places mean little or nothing in\nother places.John put down the football.Therefore while the money system lasts we are bound to\nhave poverty and all the evils it brings in its train.'Mary dropped the milk.'Oh, of course everybody's an idjit except you,' sneered Crass, who was\nbeginning to feel rather fogged.'I rise to a pint of order,' said Easton.John picked up the football there.'And I rise to order a pint,' cried Philpot.'Order what the bloody 'ell you like,' remarked Harlow,'so long as I\n'aven't got to pay for it.''Mine's a pint of porterDaniel travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the kitchen.'The pint is,' proceeded Easton, 'when does the lecturer intend to\nexplain to us what is the real cause of poverty.'''Ear, 'ear,' cried Harlow.Daniel travelled to the office.'That's what I want to know, too.'Mary moved to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.'And what I should like to know is, who is supposed to be givin' this\n'ere lecture?''Why, Owen, of course,' replied Harlow.Daniel went back to the bathroom.'Well, why don't you try to keep quiet for a few minutes and let 'im\nget on with it?''The next b--r wot interrupts,' cried Philpot, rolling up his\nshirt-sleeves and glaring threateningly round upon the meeting.'The\nnext b--r wot interrupts goes out through the bloody winder!'John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.At this, everybody pretended to be very frightened, and edged away as\nfar as possible from Philpot.Easton, who was sitting next to him, got\nup and crossed over to Owen's vacant seat.The man on the pail was the\nonly one who did not seem nervous; perhaps he felt safer because he\nwas, as usual, surrounded by a moat.Sandra moved to the kitchen.'Poverty,' resumed the lecturer, consists in a shortage of the\nnecessaries of life--or rather, of the benefits of civilization.''You've said that about a 'undred times before,' snarled Crass.John grabbed the football there.'I know I have; and I have no doubt I shall have to say it about five\nhundred times more before you understand what it means.'At present this person, who is\nmoreover married, lives in a kind of Hottentot's lodging, which is\nvery unseemly.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.The Dessave must see that the inhabitants of the island\nDelft are forbidden to cultivate cotton, and that the cotton trees now\nfound there are destroyed; because the number of horses is increasing\nrapidly.The Dessave noticed only lately that large tracts of land of\ntwo, three, and more miles are thus cultivated, in direct opposition\nto the Company's orders.John discarded the football.It seems they are not satisfied to be allowed\nto increase the number of their cattle by thousands, all of which have\nto derive their food from the island as well as the Company's horses,\nbut they must also now cultivate cotton, which cannot be tolerated\nand must be strictly prohibited.John grabbed the football there.Once the horses perished for want of\nwater; on one occasion they were shot on account of crooked legs; and\nit would be gross carelessness if now they had to perish by starvation.The Passes of Colomboture, Catsjay, Ponneryn, Pyl, Elephant, and\nBeschutter; Point Pedro; the Water fortress, Kayts or Hammenhiel;\nAripo; Elipoecareve; and Palwerain-cattoe.John went back to the bedroom.Sandra went to the office.No particular remarks\nare necessary with regard to these Passes and stations, except that", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went to the bathroom.I think that out of all the\ndifferent proposals that of a strong and high wall would deserve\npreference, if it be possible to collect the required materials,\nas it would have to be two miles long.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John journeyed to the kitchen.As to the other proposals,\nsuch as that of making a fence of palmyra trees or thorns, or to\ndig a moat, I think it would be labour in vain; but whatever is\ndone must be carried out without expense or trouble to the Company,\nin compliance with the orders from the Supreme Government of India.The instructions with regard to the water tanks must be carried\nout as far as possible.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.Daniel went back to the office.I agree with what is said here with regard to the public roads.That the elephant stalls and the churches should have been allowed\nto fall into decay speaks badly for the way in which those concerned\nhave performed their duty; and it is a cause of dissatisfaction.Sandra went back to the bathroom.The\norders for the stalls in Manaar must also be applied for here,\nand repairs carried out as soon as possible.John grabbed the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the office.I have been informed\nthat there are many elephants scattered here and there far from each\nother, while only one Vidana acts as chief overseer, so that he cannot\npossibly attend to his duty properly.Mary went to the hallway.It has been observed that the\nelephants should have more parias or men who provide their food.John went to the bathroom.John discarded the apple.These\nand other orders with regard to the animals should be carried out.No remarks are required with regard to this subject of thornback\nskins, Amber de gris, Carret, and elephants' tusks.The General Paresse [80] has been held upon my orders on the last\nof July.John put down the milk.Three requests were made, two of which were so frivolous and\nunimportant that I need not mention them here.John picked up the apple there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.The\nthird and more important one was that the duty on native cloth,\nwhich at present is 25 per cent., might be reduced.John took the milk there.It was agreed\nthat from the 31st December it would be only 20 per cent.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.I was in a\nposition to settle this matter at once, because orders had been already\nreceived from Batavia that they could be reduced to 20 per cent.,\nbut no more.John travelled to the kitchen.As shown in the annexed Memoir, the inhabitants are not\nso badly off as they try to make us believe.Mary went back to the office.Mary moved to the hallway.John left the milk.The further instructions\nin the annexed Memoir must be observed; and although I have verbally\nordered the Onderkoopman De Bitter to have the Pattangatyns appear\nonly twice instead of twelve times a year, as being an unbearable\ninconvenience, the Dessave must see that this order is obeyed.He", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the office.Conclusion.--The advice in this conclusion may be useful to Your\nHonours.Mary took the football there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.I confirm the list of members of the Political Council,\nto whom the rule of this Commandement in the interest of the Company\nis seriously recommended.Sandra went to the bedroom.John took the apple there.Reports of all transactions must be sent\nto Colombo.A.--No remarks are necessary in regard to the introduction.B.--In elucidation of the document sent by us with regard to the\nopening of the harbours of the Kandyan King, as to how far the\ninstructions extend and how they are to be applied within the Company's\njurisdiction, nothing need be said here, as this will be sufficiently\nclear from our successive letters from Colombo.John put down the apple.We would only state\nthat it would seem as if Mr.Zwaardecroon had forgotten that the\nprohibition against the clandestine export of cinnamon applies also\nto the export of elephants, and that these may not be sold either\ndirectly or indirectly by any one but the Company.Mary put down the football.John took the apple there.Mary went back to the bedroom.C.--It is not apparent that our people would be allowed to\npurchase areca-nut in Trincomalee on account of the opening of\nthe harbours.John put down the apple.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Zwaardecroon's plan has been submitted to Their\nExcellencies at Batavia, who replied in their letters of December 12,\n1695, and July 3, 1696, that some success might be obtained by getting\nthe nuts through the Wanny from the King's territory.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the milk there.An experiment\nmight be made (provided Their Excellencies approve) charging Rds.John went to the hallway.1/3\nper ammunam, as is done in Colombo, Galle, Matura, &c. This toll could\nbe farmed out, and the farmers authorized to collect the duty at the\npasses, no further duties being imposed whether the nuts are exported\nor not.If the duty were levied only on the nuts that are exported,\nthe inhabitants who now buy them from the Company at Rds.John journeyed to the bedroom.6 per ammunam\nwould no longer do so, and this profit would be lost.Sandra picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Whether the\nduty ought to be higher than Rds.Mary went back to the bathroom.The same\nrule must be applied to pepper, cotton, &c., imported at the passes,\n7 1/2 per cent.Sandra journeyed to the office.John went back to the kitchen.A great export of oranges could\nbe established here, which might be conveyed overland to India.John moved to the garden.Altogether, Tetuan is one of the most respectable coast-cities of\nMorocco, though it has no port immediately adjoining it.Sandra left the apple.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra put down the apple.Its\nfortifications areJohn went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The town is about two-thirds of a day's journey from Tangier,\nsouth-east.A fair day's journey would be, in Morocco, upwards of thirty\nEnglish miles, but a good deal depends upon the season of the year when\nyou travel.Ceuta is considered to be Esilissa of Ptolemy, and was once the capital\nof Mauritania Tingitana.John journeyed to the hallway.The Arabs call it Sebat and Sebta, _i.e._,\n\"seven,\" after the Romans, who called it _Septem fratres_, and the\nGreeks the same, apparently on account of the seven mountains, which are\nin the neighbourhood.Ceuta, or Sebta, is evidently the modern form of\nthis classic name.It is a very ancient city and celebrated fortress,\nsituate fourteen miles south of Gibraltar, nearly opposite to it, as a\nspecies of rival stronghold, and placed upon a peninsula, which detaches\nitself from the continent on the east, and turns then to the north.The\ncity extends over the tongue of land nearest the continent; the citadel\noccupies Monte-del-Acho, called formerly Jibel-el-Mina, a name still\npreserved in Almina, a suburb to the south-east.Sandra moved to the bathroom.In the beginning of the eighth century, Ceuta, which was inhabited by\nthe Goths, passed into the hands of the Arabs, who made it a point of\ndeparture for the expeditions into Spain.It was conquered by the\npowerful Arab family of the Ben-Hamed, one of whom, called Mohammed\nEdris, invaded Spain, and, after several conquests, was proclaimed King\nof Cordova, in A.D.1,000,\n\nOn 21st of August, 1415, the Portuguese conquered it, and it was the\nfirst place which they occupied in Africa.Sandra grabbed the football there.In 1578, at the death of Don\nSebastian, Ceuta passed with Portugal and the rest of the colonies into\nthe power of Spain; and when, in 1640, the Portuguese recovered their\nindependence, the Spaniards were left masters of Ceuta, which continues\nstill in their hands, but is of no utility to them except as a\n_praesidio_, which makes the fourth penal settlement possessed by them\non this coast.Ceuta contains a garrison of two or three thousand men.The free\npopulation amounts to some five or six thousand.Sandra went to the garden.It has a small and\ninsecure port.Here is the famed Gibel Zaterit, \"Monkey's promontory,\"\nor \"Ape's Hill,\" which has occasioned the ingenious fable, that,\ninasmuch as there are no monkeys in any part of Europe except Gibraltar,\ndirectly opposite to this rock, where also monkeys are found, there must\nnecessarily be a subterranean passage beneath the sea, by which they\npass and re-pass to opposite sides of the Straits, and maintain a\nfriendly and uninterrupted intercourse between the brethren of Africa\nand Europe.Anciently, the mountains hereabouts formed the African\npillars of Hercules opposite to Gibraltar,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Passing Tangier after a day's journey, we come to Arzila or Asila, in\nthe province of Hasbat, which is an ancient Berber city, and which, when\nconquered by the Romans, was named first Zilia and afterwards Zulia,\n_Constantia Zilis_.Mary travelled to the bedroom.It is placed on the naked shores of the Atlantic,\nand has a little port.Whilst possessed by the Portuguese, it was a\nplace of considerable strength, but its fortifications being, as usual,\nneglected by the Moors, are now rapidly decaying.[20] The population is\nabout one thousand.The next\ntown on the Atlantic, after another day's journey southwards, is El\nAraish, _i.e._, the trellices of vines; vulgarly called Laratsh.This\ncity replaces the ancient Liscas or Lixus and Lixa, whose ruins are\nnear.The Arabs call it El-Araish Beai-Arous, _i.e._, the vineyards of\nthe Beni-Arous, a powerful tribe, who populate the greater part of the\ndistrict of Azgar, of which it is the capital and the residence of the\nGovernor.Daniel grabbed the apple there.It was, probably, built by this tribe about 1,200 or 1,300,\nAD.El-Araish contains a population of 2,700 Moors, and 1,300 Jews, or\n4,000 souls; but others give only 2,000 for the whole amount, of which\n250 are Jews.The town is situate upon\na small promontory stretching into the sea, and along the mouth of the\nriver Cos, or Luccos (Loukkos), which forms a secure port, but of so\ndifficult access, that vessels of two hundred tons can scarcely enter\nit.In winter, the roadstead is very bad; [21] the houses are\nsubstantially built; and the fortifications are good, because made by\nthe Spaniards, who captured this place in 1610, but it was re-taken by\nMuley Ishmael in 1689.In the\nenvirons, cotton is cultivated, and charcoal is made from the Araish\nforest of cork-trees.El-Araish exports cork, wool, skins, bark, beans,\nand grain, and receives in exchange iron, cloth, cottons, muslins, sugar\nand tea.Daniel went to the garden.The lions and panthers of the mountains of Beni Arasis\nsometimes descend to the plains to drink, or carry off a supper of a\nsheep or bullock.In the character of the\nDean, Mr.G. W. Anson achieved perhaps the greatest of his Australian\nsuccesses, and Mr.John travelled to the office.Robert Brough made his mark as the policeman._The morning-room in the Deanery of St.Marvells, with a large arched\nopening leading to the library on the right, and a deeply-recessed\nwindow opening out to the garden on the left.It is a bright spring\nmorning, and an air of comfort and serenity pervades the place._", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "SHEBA, a fair little girl of about seventeen, wearing short\npetticoats, shares her despondency, and lies prostrate upon the\nsettee._\n\nSALOME.[_Sitting upright._] Oh, my gracious goodness, goodness gracious me!Sandra moved to the hallway.[_They both walk about excitedly._\n\nSALOME.There's only one terrible word for it--it's a fix!Mary took the apple there.How did _we_ get led into it?It was Major Tarver's proposal, and I believe, Salome, that it is to\n_you_ Major Tarver is paying attention.The Fancy Dress Masked Ball at Durnstone is promoted by the Officers\nof the Hussars.I believe that the young gentleman you have impressed\ncalls himself an officer, though he is merely a lieutenant.John moved to the garden.Darbey is _certainly_ an officer--a small\nofficer.John moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.How dare you gird at me, Salome?When to-night we appear at the Durnstone Athenaeum,\nunknown to dear Papa, on the arms of Major Tarver and Mr.Darbey, I\nconsider that we shall be equally wicked.We're only _going_ to be wrong; that's a\nvery different matter.Besides, there's this to remember--we're inexperienced\ngirls and have only dear Papa.John went to the garden.Mary put down the apple there.But oh, now that the Ball is to-night,\nI repent, Sheba, I repent!Mary picked up the apple there.I sha'n't do that till to-morrow.But oh, how I _shall_ repent\nto-morrow![_Taking an envelope from her pocket, and almost crying._] You'd\nrepent now if you had seen the account for the fancy dresses.Yes, the Major enclosed it to me this morning.You know, Sheba, Major\nTarver promised to get the dresses made in London, so I gave him our\nbrown paper patterns to send to the _costumier._\n\nSHEBA.[_Shocked._] Oh, Salome, do you think he quizzed them?No; I sealed them up and marked outside \"To be opened only by a lady.\"I hate the plan of myself in brown paper.Mary moved to the hallway.Well, of course Major Tarver begged to be allowed to pay for the\ndresses, and I said I couldn't dream of permitting it, and then he\nsaid he should be most unhappy if he didn't, and, just as I thought he\nwas going to have his own way, [_bursting into tears_] he cheered up\nand said he'd yield to a lady.Daniel journeyed to the office.[_Taking a large account from the\nenvelope._] And oh![_Reading._] \"Debtor to Lewis Isaacs, _Costumier_ to the Queen, Bow\nStreet.John journeyed to the bedroom.One gown--period French Revolution, 1798--Fifteen guineas!\"John journeyed to the kitchen.[_Sinking on her knees, clutching the table._] Oh!\"Trimmings, linings, buttons, fr", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "[_Putting her fingers into her ears._] Now for mine, oooh![_Reading._] \"One skirt and bodice--flower girl--period uncertain--Ten\nguineas.\"\"Trimmings, linings, buttons, frillings--Five guineas!Ladies' own brown paper\npatterns mislaid.[_They throw themselves into each other's arms._\n\nSALOME.If we were only a few years older I should suggest that we wrote nice\nnotes to Papa and committed suicide.Brought up as we have been, that's out of the question!Then let us be brave women and wear the dresses!John went to the kitchen.Of course we'll do that, but--the bill!We must get dear Papa in a good humor and coax him to make us a\npresent of money.He knows we haven't been charitable in the town for\never so long.He hasn't paid our proper dressmaker's bill yet, and\nI'm sure he's pressed for money.Mary picked up the apple there.But we can't help that when _we're_ pressed for money--poor dear Papa!Suppose poor Papa refuses to give us a present?Then we must play the piano when he's at work on his Concordance--poor\ndear Papa!Mary went back to the bedroom.However, don't let us wrong poor Papa in advance.Let us try to think\nhow nice we shall look.And as for stealing out of the house with Major Tarver\nwhen poor dear Papa has gone to bed, why, Gerald Tarver would die for\nme!So would Nugent Darbey for me; besides I'm not old enough to know\nbetter.You're not so very much younger than I, Sheba!Then why do you keep me in short skirts?You know I can't lengthen you till I'm married![_BLORE, the butler, a venerable-looking person, with rather a\nclerical suggestion about his dress, enters by the window._\n\nBLORE.[_Benignly._] The two soldier gentlemen have just rode hup, Miss\nSalome.[_The girls clutch each other's hands._\n\nSALOME.Shall I show them hin, Miss Sheba?Yes, Blore, dear, and hang your h's on the hat-stand.[BLORE _laughs sweetly at SHEBA and shakes his fingers at her\nplayfully._\n\nBLORE.[_Vindictively, behind their backs._] 'Ussies![_He goes out._\n\nSALOME.[_Looking out at window._] Here they are!How well Gerald Tarver\ndismounts!He left his liver in India, didn't he?And that he gave to his Queen, brave fellow![_Seating herself in an artificial attitude._] Where shall we\nbe--here?[_Running to the piano._] All right; you be admiring my voice!Daniel journeyed to the office.Here they are, and we're doing nothing!Let's run away and then come in unconsciously.In the distance a youthful voice calls\n\"Papa!\"Maurice, Emil Grelieu's\nyounger son, a youth of about 17, appears, coming quickly from\nthe house.He calls Fran\u00e7ois once more,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Finally he shouts right next to his ear._\n\nMAURICE\n\nFran\u00e7ois, what is the matter with you?FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\n_Calmly, without turning around._\n\nDid you call me, Maurice?Mary picked up the football there.MAURICE\n\nYou heard me, but did not respond.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nPapa?MAURICE\n\n_Shouts._\n\nWhere is papa?Mary dropped the football.Silvina says he went to the\nhothouse.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nHe is not there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.I spoke to Monsieur this morning, but since\nthen I have not seen him.Mary moved to the bathroom.MAURICE\n\nWhat is to be done?Fran\u00e7ois, what is to\nbe done--do you hear them tolling?Daniel travelled to the kitchen.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nAh!Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.MAURICE\n\nYou don't understand anything--you are beyond endurance!Daniel went back to the office.Sandra picked up the apple there.John moved to the garden.They\nare running in the streets, they are all running there, and papa\nis not here.I will run over there, too, at once.Sandra moved to the kitchen.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nWho is running?MAURICE\n\nYou don't understand anything!_Shouts._\n\nThey have entered Belgium!FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nWho has entered Belgium?MAURICE\n\nThey--the Prussians.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra dropped the apple.Pierre will have to go, and so will I\ngo.Daniel grabbed the apple there.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\n_Straightening himself, dropping the scissors._\n\nWar?MAURICE\n\nThey--the Prussians.Pierre will go now, and I will go--I will\nnot stay away under any circumstances, understand?Sandra went back to the kitchen.What will\nbecome of Belgium now?--it is hard to conceive it.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.They entered\nBelgium yesterday--do you understand--what scoundrels!_In the distance, along the narrow streets of the town, an\nuneasy sound of footsteps and wheels is growing rapidly.Distinct voices and outcries blend into a dull, suppressed,\nominous noise, full of alarm.The tolling, as though tired, now\nsubsides, now turns almost to a shriek.Mary moved to the office.Fran\u00e7ois tries vainly to\nhear something.Then he takes up the scissors again angrily._\n\nMAURICE\n\nFran\u00e7ois!Daniel travelled to the hallway.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\n_Sternly._\n\nThat's all nonsense!Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the hallway.Sandra went to the garden.John got the football there.There is no\nwar--that is impossible.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.MAURICE\n\nYou are a foolish old man, yourself!John went to the bedroom.They have entered", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nThat's not true.MAURICE\n\nWhy isn't it true?John moved to the office.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nBecause that is impossible.The newspapers print nonsense, and\nthey have all gone mad.Fools, and nothing more--madmen.Young man, you have no right to make sport of me like\nthis.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.John went back to the bathroom.MAURICE\n\nBut listen--\n\nFRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nPrussians!Daniel went back to the hallway.I don't know any Prussians, and I\ndon't want to know them.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.MAURICE\n\nBut understand, old man, they are already bombarding Li\u00e8ge!FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nNo!MAURICE\n\nThey have killed many people.Don't\nyou hear the tolling of the bells?John journeyed to the office.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\n_Angrily._\n\nYou are stepping on the flower bed.MAURICE\n\nDon't bother me!Sandra went to the garden._The sound of a trumpet is heard in the distance.Sandra grabbed the milk there.The shouting\nof the crowd is growing ever louder.John went to the hallway.Sounds of the Belgian hymn\nare heard faintly.Mary took the apple there.Suddenly an ominous silence follows the\nnoise, and then the lone sound of the tolling bells._\n\nMAURICE\n\nNow they are quiet.... What does it mean?Mary left the apple.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nNonsense, nonsense!Sandra put down the milk._Infuriated._\n\nYou are stepping on the flower bed again.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Daniel got the milk there.MAURICE\n\nYou have lost your reason!Mary went back to the hallway.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nI am seventy years old, and you tell me about the Prussians._Again the shouting of the crowd is heard.Mary went back to the bedroom.Silvina, the\nchambermaid, runs out of the house and calls: \"Monsieur\nMaurice!Sandra moved to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.\"_\n\nSILVINA\n\nPlease, come into the house.John grabbed the apple there.SILVINA\n\nHe isn't here yet.Fran\u00e7ois sits down at the flower bed\nimpatiently._\n\nMAURICE\n\nYou don't understand, Silvina.Daniel moved to the bedroom.He does not believe that there is\na war.Mary picked up the football there.Mary went to the garden.SILVINA\n\nIt is very dreadful, Monsieur Maurice.I am afraid--\n\n_They go out.John travelled to the kitchen.Fran\u00e7ois looks after them angrily, adjusts his\napron, and prepares to resume his work._\n\nFRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nMadmen!I am seventy years old, and they\nwant me to believe a story about Prussians.But itSandra journeyed to the office.Mary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John grabbed the apple there._Rising, he listens attentively._\n\nNo, not a sound.How could I believe that in this calm sky--in this calm\nsky--\n\n_The din of battle is growing.John journeyed to the office.Fran\u00e7ois listens again and hears\nit.He looks as\nthough he had suddenly solved a terrible problem.He moves\nto and fro, his head bent down, as though trying to catch the\nsounds.He is seized with\na feeling of terror.Sandra travelled to the office.He raises his hands._\n\nI hear it.Oh, God, give me\nthe power to hear!_He tries again to catch the fleeting sounds, his head bent,\nhis neck outstretched.Sandra took the milk there.Suddenly, by a great effort, he hears the tolling of the bells\nand voices full of despair.Sandra discarded the milk.John picked up the milk there.He retreats and raises his hands\nagain._\n\nMy God!Eh, who is there--who is shouting \"War!\"?Sandra moved to the bedroom._The sound of the bells and the cries grows louder.Emil Grelieu\nappears, walking quickly in the alley_.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nWhat are you shouting, Fran\u00e7ois?FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nIs it war?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes, yes, it is war.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\n_Painfully trying to catch the sounds._\n\nI hear, I hear; are they killing?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes, they are killing.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nBut, Monsieur Emil--but, Monsieur, what Prussians?Pardon me; I\nam seventy years old, and I lost my sense of hearing long ago._Weeps._\n\nIs it really a war?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes, it is a real war.I can't realize it myself, but\nit is war, old man.Daniel went to the garden.FRAN\u00c7OIS\n\nTell me, Monsieur.\"No--and it must be done to-night.Daniel grabbed the football there.\"I thought it would be that way, dear.\"\"Miranda's  coming,\"  Patience  called.\"She'd just taken her back\nhair down, and she's waiting to twist it up again.Sandra went to the bathroom.She's got awful\nfunny back hair.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"I mean, there's such a little--\"\n\n\"Go up-stairs and get yourself ready for bed at once.\"John moved to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.\"You ain't took sick, Hilary?\"John left the milk.\"Please, Miranda, if it wouldn't be too much\ntrouble, will you bring Pauline's bed in here?\"\"I guessed as much,\" Miranda said, moving Hilary's bed to one side.John got the milk there.\"Hilary--wouldn't you truly rather have a room to yourself--for a\nchange?\"\"I have had one to myself--for eight days--and, now I'mJohn left the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sitting among the cushions of the cozy corner, Hilary\nsuperintended operations, and when the two single white beds were\nstanding side by side, in their accustomed fashion, the covers turned\nback for the night, she nodded in satisfied manner.\"Thank you so\nmuch, Miranda; that's as it should be.Daniel moved to the kitchen.To-morrow, you must move in regularly.Upper drawer between us, and\nthe rest share and share alike, you know.\"Patience, who had hit upon the happy expedient of braiding her\nhair--braids, when there were a lot of them, took a long time--got\nslowly up from the hearth rug, her head a sight to behold, with its\ntiny, hornlike red braids sticking out in every direction.John grabbed the football there.\"I suppose\nI'd better be going.John left the football there.I wish I had someone to talk to, after I'd gone\nto bed.\"Mary journeyed to the hallway.Pauline kissed the wistful little face.\"Never mind, old girl, you\nknow you'd never stay awake long enough to talk to anyone.\"She and Hilary stayed awake talking, however, until Pauline's prudence\ngot the better of her joy in having her sister back in more senses than\none.It was so long since they had had such a delightful bedtime talk.\"Seeing Winton First Club,\" Hilary said musingly.John grabbed the milk there.John travelled to the kitchen.\"Paul, you're ever\nso clever.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Shirley insisted those letters stood for 'Suppression of\nWoman's Foibles Club'; and Mr.Sandra went to the office.Dayre suggested they meant, 'Sweet Wild\nFlowers.'\"\"You've simply got to go to sleep now, Hilary, else mother'll  come and\ntake me away.\"\"I'll never say again--that nothing ever\nhappens to us.\"Tom and Josie came to supper the next night.Shirley was there, too,\nshe had stopped in on her way to the post-office with her father that\nafternoon, to ask how Hilary was, and been captured and kept to supper\nand the first club meeting that followed.Hilary had been sure she would like to join, and Shirley's prompt and\ndelighted acceptance of their invitation proved her right.\"I've only got five names on my list,\" Tom said, as the young folks\nsettled themselves on the porch after supper.\"I suppose we'll think\nof others later.\"\"That'll make ten, counting us five, to begin with,\" Pauline said.Daniel went to the bathroom.\"Bell and Jack Ward,\" Tom took out his list, \"the Dixon boys and Edna\nRay.\"I'd just like to know where I come in, Tom Brice!\"Daniel picked up the apple there.Patience demanded,\nher voice vibrant with indignation.I didn't suppose--\"\n\n\"I am to belong!\"But Patty--\"\n\n\"If you're going to say no, you needn't Patty me!\"Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel dropped the apple there.\"We'll see what mother thinks,\" Hilary suggested.\"You", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"I shouldn't mind,\" Patience assured her, then feeling pretty sure that\nPauline was getting ready to tell her to run away, she decided to\nretire on her own account.That blissful time, when she should be\n\"Miss Shaw,\" had one drawback, which never failed to assert itself at\ntimes like these--there would be no younger sister subject to her\nauthority.Daniel moved to the bathroom.\"Have you decided what we are to do?\"Pauline asked Tom, when Patience\nhad gone.Sandra went back to the kitchen.You'll be up to a ride by next Thursday, Hilary?\"I'm sure I shall,\" Hilary answered eagerly.John moved to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.\"He won't even tell me,\" Josie said.\"You're none of you to know until next Thursday.John travelled to the garden.\"Oh,\" Shirley said, \"I think it's going to be the nicest club that ever\nwas.\"CHAPTER VI\n\nPERSONALLY CONDUCTED\n\n\"Am I late?\"Mary dropped the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Shirley asked, as Pauline came down the steps to meet her\nThursday afternoon.John journeyed to the bathroom.\"No, indeed, it still wants five minutes to four.Will you come in, or\nshall we wait out here?Daniel went back to the office.Hilary is under bond not to make her\nappearance until the last minute.\"John moved to the hallway.\"Out here, please,\" Shirley answered, sitting down on the upper step.Mary got the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.Father has at last succeeded in\nfinding me my nag, horses appear to be at a premium in Winton, and even\nif he isn't first cousin to your Bedelia, I'm coming to take you and\nHilary to drive some afternoon.Father got me a surrey, because,\nlater, we're expecting some of the boys up, and we'll need a two-seated\nrig.\"\"We're coming to take you driving, too,\" Pauline said.John picked up the football there.\"Just at\npresent, it doesn't seem as if the summer would be long enough for all\nthe things we mean to do in it.\"\"And you don't know yet, what we are to do this afternoon?\"Mary went to the kitchen.\"Only, that it's to be a drive and, afterwards, supper at the Brices'.That's all Josie, herself, knows about it.Mary dropped the milk.Through the drowsy stillness of the summer afternoon, came the notes of\na horn, sounding nearer and nearer.A moment later, a stage drawn by\ntwo of the hotel horses turned in at the parsonage drive at a fine\nspeed, drawing up before the steps where Pauline and Shirley were\nsitting, with considerable nourish.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.It was the most\ndreadful disappointment Tom ever had, and he went home crying, and spent\nthe night groaning and moaning with sorrow.\"It was not until he began to dress for breakfast next morning, and his\ntwo beautiful quarters rolled out of his pocket on the floor, that he\nremembered he still had", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "When he had made this\ndiscovery he became happy once more, and started off with his invisible\ncoat hanging over his arm, and paid his way in for the second and last\nperformance like all the other boys.John went to the garden.This time he saw all there was to\nbe seen, and was full of happiness, until the lions' cage was brought\nin, when he thought it would be a fine thing to put on his invisible\ncoat, and enter the cage with the lion-tamer, which he did, having so\nexciting a time looking at the lions and keeping out of their way that\nhe forgot to watch the tamer when he went out, so that finally when the\ncircus was all over Tom found himself locked in the cage with the lions\nwith nothing but raw meat to eat.This was bad enough, but what was\nworse, the next city in which the circus was to exhibit was hundreds of\nmiles away from the town in which Tom lived, and no one was expected to\nopen the cage doors again for four weeks.\"When Tom heard this he was frightened to death almost, and rather than\nspend all that time shut up in a small cage with the kings of the\nbeasts, he threw off the coat of invisibility and shrieked, and then--\"\n\n\"Yes--then what?\"John travelled to the bedroom.cried Jimmieboy, breathlessly, so excited that he\ncould not help interrupting the corporal, despite the story-teller's\nwarning.\"The bull-dog said he thought it might,\n       But pussy she said 'Nay,'\n     At which the unicorn took fright,\n       And stole a bale of hay,\"\n\nsnored the corporal with a yawn.John took the milk there.Daniel moved to the garden.cried Jimmieboy, so excited to\nhear what happened to little Tom in the lions' cage that he began to\nshake the corporal almost fiercely.Sandra went to the hallway.John grabbed the football there.asked the corporal, sitting up and opening his\neyes.\"What are you trying to talk about, general?\"John left the football.John discarded the milk.Sandra got the apple there.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra went to the bedroom.\"Tom--and the circus--what happened to him in the lions' cage when he\ntook off his coat?\"I don't know anything about any Tom or any\ncircus,\" replied the corporal, with a sleepy nod.Sandra picked up the football there.\"But you've just been snoring to me about it,\" remonstrated Jimmieboy.Mary travelled to the bedroom.\"Don't remember it at all,\" said the corporal.\"I must have been asleep\nand dreamed it, or else you did, or maybe both of us did; but tell me,\ngeneral, in confidence now, and don't ever tell anybody I\nasked you, have you such a thing as a--as a gum-drop in your pocket?\"Sandra travelled to the bathroom.And Jimmieboy was so put out with the corporal for waking up just at\nthe wrong time that he wouldn't answer him, but turned", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It cannot be said that Jimmieboy was entirely happy after his falling\nout with the corporal.Of course it was very inconsiderate of the\ncorporal to wake up at the most exciting period of his fairy story, and\nleave his commanding officer in a state of uncertainty as to the fate of\nlittle Tom; but as he walked along the road, and thought the matter all\nover, Jimmieboy reflected that after all he was himself as much to blame\nas the corporal.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.In the first place, he had interrupted him in his story\nat the point where it became most interesting, though warned in advance\nnot to do so, and in the second, he had not fallen back upon his\nundoubted right as a general to command the corporal to go to sleep\nagain, and to stay so until his little romance was finished to the\nsatisfaction of his superior officer.The latter was without question\nthe thing he should have done, and at first he thought he would go back\nand tell the corporal he was very sorry he hadn't done so.Sandra took the milk there.Indeed, he\nwould have gone back had he not met, as he rounded the turn, a\nsingular-looking little fellow, who, sitting high in an oak-tree at the\nside of the road, attracted his attention by winking at him.Ordinarily\nJimmieboy would not have noticed anybody who winked at him, because his\npapa had told him that people who would wink would smoke a pipe, which\nwas very wrong, particularly in people who were as small as this droll\nperson in the tree.John took the football there.John moved to the kitchen.But the singular-looking little fellow winked aloud,\nand Jimmieboy could not help noticing him.Like most small boys\nJimmieboy delighted in noises, especially noises that went off like\npop-guns, which was just the kind of noise the tree dwarf made when he\nwinked.John dropped the football.said Jimmieboy, as the sounds first attracted his\nattention.\"Sitting on a limb and counting the stars in the sky,\" answered the\ndwarf.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Sandra dropped the milk.\"There are, really,\" said the dwarf.Mary went back to the garden.\"There's more than that,\" said Jimmieboy.Sandra grabbed the milk there.\"I've had stories told me of\ntwenty-seven or twenty-eight.\"\"That doesn't prove anything,\" returned the dwarf, \"that is, nothing but\nwhat I said.If there are twenty-eight there must be seventeen, so you\ncan't catch me up on that.\"Mary went to the hallway.\"I can't come now,\" returned the dwarf.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"I'm too busy counting the\neighteenth star, but I'll drop my telescope and let you see me through\nthat.\"Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the garden.\"I'll help you count the stars if you come,\" put in Jimmieboy.\"How many\nstars can you count a day?\"\"Oh, about one and a half,\" said the dwarf.[Illustration: (street", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Her husband\ncorroborates her, as they explain to the patronne of the cafe and to the\ncocher that they left their village at midday.John went to the hallway.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Anything over two hours\non the chemin-de-fer is considered a journey by these good French\npeople!John took the football there.As you continue on to your studio, you catch a glimpse of the lights of\nthe Boulevard Montparnasse.Next a cab with a green light rattles by;\nthen a ponderous two-wheeled cart lumbers along, piled high with red\ncarrots as neatly arranged as cigars in a box--the driver asleep on his\nseat near his swinging lantern--and the big Normandy horses taking the\nway.Mary travelled to the bedroom.It is late, for these carts are on their route to the early morning\nmarket--one of the great Halles.Daniel got the apple there.The tired waiters are putting up the\nshutters of the smaller cafes and stacking up the chairs.Sandra went back to the hallway.Now a cock\ncrows lustily in some neighboring yard; the majority at least of the\nLatin Quarter has turned in for the night.A moment later you reach your\ngate, feel instinctively for your matches.In the darkness of the court\na friendly cat rubs her head contentedly against your leg.It is the\nyellow one that sleeps in the furniture factory, and you pick her up and\ncarry her to your studio, where, a moment later, she is crunching\ngratefully the remnant of the beau maquereau left from your\ndejeuner--for charity begins at home.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.CHAPTER X\n\nEXILED\n\n\nScores of men, celebrated in art and in literature, have, for a longer\nor shorter period of their lives, been bohemians of the Latin Quarter.John moved to the bedroom.John left the football.And yet these years spent in cafes and in studios have not turned them\nout into the world a devil-me-care lot of dreamers.They have all\nmarched and sung along the \"Boul' Miche\"; danced at the \"Bullier\";\nstarved, struggled, and lived in the romance of its life.It has all\nbeen a part of their education, and a very important part too, in the\ndevelopment of their several geniuses, a development which in later life\nhas placed them at the head of their professions.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.These years of\ncamaraderie--of a life free from all conventionalities, in daily touch\nwith everything about them, and untrammeled by public censure or the\npetty views of prudish or narrow minds, have left them free to cut a\nstraight swath merrily toward the goal of their ideals, surrounded all\nthe while by an atmosphere of art and good-fellowship that permeates the\nvery air they breathe.John went to the office.If a man can work at all, he can work here, for between the\nworking-hours he finds a life so charming, that once having lived\nit he returns to it again and again, as to an old love.How many are the romances of this student Quarter!", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the bathroom.How many hearts have\nbeen broken or made glad!How many brave spirits have suffered and\nworked on and suffered again, and at last won fame!Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel took the apple there.Mary journeyed to the garden.Mary got the football there.We who come with a fresh eye know nothing of all that has passed\nwithin these quaint streets--only those who have lived in and through it\nknow its full story.John went to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.[Illustration: THE MUSEE CLUNY]\n\nPochard has seen it; so has the little old woman who once danced at the\nopera; so have old Bibi La Puree, and Alphonse, the gray-haired garcon,\nand Mere Gaillard, the flower-woman.Daniel discarded the apple.Daniel moved to the bathroom.They have seen the gay boulevards\nand the cafes and generations of grisettes, from the true grisette of\nyears gone by, in her dainty white cap and simple dress turned low at\nthe throat, to the tailor-made grisette of to-day.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Yet the eyes of the little old woman still dance; they have not grown\ntired of this ever-changing kaleidoscope of human nature, this paradise\nof the free, where many would rather struggle on half starved than live\na life of luxury elsewhere.Sandra picked up the milk there.John went back to the bedroom.John got the apple there.I knew one once who lived in an\nair-castle of his own building--a tall, serious fellow, a sculptor, who\nalways went tramping about in a robe resembling a monk's cowl, with his\nbare feet incased in coarse sandals; only his art redeemed these\neccentricities, for he produced in steel and ivory the most exquisite\nstatuettes.One at the Salon was the sensation of the day--a knight in\nfull armor, scarcely half a foot in height, holding in his arms a nymph\nin flesh-tinted ivory, whose gentle face, upturned, gazed sweetly into\nthe stern features behind the uplifted vizor; and all so exquisitely\ncarved, so alive, so human, that one could almost feel the tender heart\nof this fair lady beating against the cold steel breastplate.Sandra left the milk there.Another \"bon garcon\"--a painter whose enthusiasm for his art knew no\nbounds--craved to produce a masterpiece.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Mary discarded the football.This dreamer could be seen\ndaily ferreting around the Quarter for a studio always bigger than the\none he had.Sandra travelled to the garden.Mary got the football there.John went to the office.At last he found one that exactly fitted the requirements of\nhis vivid imagination--a studio with a ceiling thirty feet high, with\nwindows like the scenic ones next to the stage entrances of the\ntheaters.Sandra went to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the office.Here at last he could give full play to his brush--no subject\nseemed too bigMary travelled to the bathroom.Mary left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.The choking dust of the\narena--the insatiable fury of the tigers--the cowering of hundreds of\nunfortunate captives--and the cruel multitude above, seated in the vast\ncircle of the hippodrome--all these did not daunt his zeal.Once he persuaded a venerable old abbe to pose for his portrait.The\nold gentleman came patiently to his studio and posed for ten days, at\nthe end of which time the abbe gazed at the result and said things which\nI dare not repeat--for our enthusiast had so far only painted his\nclothes; the face was still in its primary drawing.\"The face I shall do in time,\" the enthusiast assured the reverend man\nexcitedly; \"it is the effect of the rich color of your robe I wished to\nget.And may I ask your holiness to be patient a day longer while I put\nin your boots?\"Let the captive, in her\nsadness, go before with dishevelled locks, pale all over, if her hurt\ncheeks [087] may allow.Mary journeyed to the garden.In short, if, after the manner of a swelling torrent, I was impelled,\nand if impetuous anger did make me its prey; would it not have been\nenough to have shouted aloud at the trembling girl, and not to have\nthundered out my threats far too severe?Daniel dropped the football.Or else, to my own disgrace, to\nhave torn her tunic from its upper edge down to the middle?Her girdle\nshould, at the middle [089] have come to its aid.Sandra moved to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.But now, in the\nhardness of my heart, I could dare, seizing her hair on her forehead,\nto mark her free-born cheeks [090] with my nails._There_ she stood,\namazed, with her features pale and bloodless, just as the marble is\ncut in the Parian mountains.[091] I saw her fainting limbs, and her\npalpitating members; just as when the breeze waves the foliage of the\npoplars; just as the slender reed quivers with the gentle Zephyr; or,\nas when the surface of the waves is skimmed by the warm South wind.Daniel travelled to the office.John went to the garden.Her\ntears, too, so long repressed, flowed down her face, just as the water\nflows from the snow when heaped up.John grabbed the apple there.Then, for the first time, did I begin to be sensible that I was guilty;\nthe tears which she was shedding were _as_ my own blood.John discarded the apple.Yet, thrice\nwas I ready, suppliantly to throw myself before her feet; thrice did\nshe repel my dreaded hands.Mary took the apple there.Mary went back to the kitchen.But, _dearest,_ do not you hesitate, (_for_\nrevenge will lessen your grief) at once to attack my face with your\nnails.Sandra went to the bedroom.Daniel left the football there.Spare not my eyes, nor _yet_ my hair", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John took the football there.John put down the football.And that tokens so shocking of my criminality may no longer exist, put\nyour locks, arranged anew, in their proper order.Daniel moved to the bathroom.[092]\n\n\n\n\nELEGY VIII.Mary went back to the garden._He curses a certain procuress, whom he overhears instructing his\nmistress in the arts of a courtesan._\n\n|There is a certain--(whoever wishes to make acquaintance with a\nprocuress, let him listen.)Daniel journeyed to the office.--There is a certain old hag, Dipsas by name.Mary journeyed to the hallway.John moved to the bathroom.John travelled to the bedroom.John got the football there.From fact does she derive [094] her name; never in a sober state does\nshe behold the mother of the swarthy Memnon with her horses of roseate\nhue.Sandra moved to the office.John grabbed the milk there.She knows well the magic arts, and the charms of \u00c6\u00e6a, [095] and\nby her skill she turns back to its source [096] the flowing stream.John left the football.John put down the milk.She\nknows right well what the herbs, what the thrums impelled around the\nwhirling spinning-wheel, [097] _and_ what the venomous exudation [098]\nfrom the prurient mare can effect.When she wills it, the clouds are\noverspread throughout all the sky; when she wills it, the day is bright\nwith a clear atmosphere.Mary went back to the bedroom.I have beheld (if I may be believed) the stars dripping with blood:\nthe face of the moon was empurpled [099] with gore.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.I believe that she,\ntransformed, [101] was flying amid the shades of night, and that her\nhag's carcase was covered with feathers.Sandra went to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the garden._This_ I believe, and such is\nthe report.A double pupil, too, [102] sparkles in her eyes, and light\nproceeds from a twofold eyeball.John took the milk there.Forth from the ancient sepulchres she\ncalls our great grandsires, and their grandsires [103] as well; and with\nher long incantations she cleaves the solid ground.Sandra journeyed to the garden.She has made it her\noccupation to violate the chaste bed; and besides, her tongue is not\n\"wanting in guilty advocacy.Chance made me the witness of her language;\nin such words was she giving her advice; the twofold doors [105]\nconcealed me.John travelled to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.\"You understand, my life, how greatly you yesterday pleased a wealthy\nyoung man; _for_ he stopped short, and stood gazing for some time on\nyour face.John moved to the kitchen.John got the apple there.Your beauty is inferior to no\none's.I _onlyJohn went to the bedroom.John went to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John went to the garden.The adverse star of Mars in\nopposition [106] was unfortunate for you; Mars has gone; now Venus is\nbefriending you with her planet.See now how favourable she is on her\napproach; a rich lover is sighing for you, and he makes it his care\n[107] what are your requirements.He has good looks, too, that may\ncompare with your own; if he did not wish to have you at a price, he\nwere worthy himself to be purchased.\"John travelled to the bedroom._On this the damsel_ blushed: [108] \"Blushing,\" _said the hag_, \"suits a\nfaircomplexion indeed; but if you _only_ pretend it, 'tis an advantage;\n_if_ real, it is wont to be injurious.John took the milk there.When, your eyes cast down, [109]\nyou are looking full upon your bosom, each man must _only_ be looked at\nin the proportion in which he offers.Possibly the sluttish Sabine\nfemales, [111] when Tati us was king, were unwilling to be accommodating\nto more men _than one_.Daniel moved to the garden.Now-a-days, Mars employs the bravery _of our\nmen_ in foreign warfare; [112] but Venus holds sway in the City of her\nown \u00c6neas.Sandra went to the hallway.John grabbed the football there.Enjoy yourselves, my pretty ones; she is chaste, whom nobody\nhas courted; or else, if coyness does not prevent her, she herself is\nthe wooer.John left the football.John discarded the milk.Dispel these frowns [113] as well, which you are carrying\nupon your lofty brow; with those frowns will numerous failings be\nremoved.Sandra got the apple there.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra went to the bedroom.Penelope used to try [114] the strength of the young men upon\nthe bow; the bow that tested _the strength_ of their sides, was made of\nhorn.Sandra picked up the football there.Age glides stealthily on, and beguiles us as it flies; just as the\nswift river glides onward with its flowing waters.Brass grows bright by\nuse; good clothes require to be worn; uninhabited buildings grow white\nwith nasty mould.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Unless you entertain _lovers_, beauty _soon_ waxes\nold, with no one to enjoy it; and _even_ one or two _lovers_ are not\nsufficiently profitable.From many _of them_, gain is more sure, and not\nso difficult to be got.An abundant prey falls to the hoary wolves out\nof a _whole_ flock.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.what does this poet of yours make you a present of besides his\nlast verses?You will read many thousands of them by _this_ new lover.Sandra journeyed to the office.To have been reared in luxury as he had been, to have seen\nonly the pleasant side of society, which is so persistent and so\ndeluding where money is concerned, toJohn journeyed to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "It is so hard for us to know what\nwe have not seen.It is so difficult for us to feel what we have not\nexperienced.Like this world of ours, which seems so solid and\npersistent solely because we have no knowledge of the power which\ncreates it, Lester's world seemed solid and persistent and real enough\nto him.It was only when the storms set in and the winds of adversity\nblew and he found himself facing the armed forces of convention that\nhe realized he might be mistaken as to the value of his personality,\nthat his private desires and opinions were as nothing in the face of a\npublic conviction; that he was wrong.The race spirit, or social\navatar, the \"Zeitgeist\" as the Germans term it, manifested itself as\nsomething having a system in charge, and the organization of society\nbegan to show itself to him as something based on possibly a\nspiritual, or, at least, superhuman counterpart.He could not fly in\nthe face of it.The\npeople of his time believed that some particular form of social\narrangement was necessary, and unless he complied with that he could,\nas he saw, readily become a social outcast.Mary picked up the football there.His own father and mother\nhad turned on him--his brother and sisters, society, his friends.Dear heaven, what a to-do this action of his had created!Why, even\nthe fates seemed adverse.His real estate venture was one of the most\nfortuitously unlucky things he had ever heard of.Were the gods\nbattling on the side of a to him unimportant social arrangement?Anyhow, he had been compelled to quit, and here he was,\nvigorous, determined, somewhat battered by the experience, but still\nforceful and worth while.And it was a part of the penalty that he had become measurably\nsoured by what had occurred.He was feeling that he had been compelled\nto do the first ugly, brutal thing of his life.It was a shame to forsake her after all the devotion she had\nmanifested.Truly she had played a finer part than he.Worst of all,\nhis deed could not be excused on the grounds of necessity.He could\nhave lived on ten thousand a year; he could have done without the\nmillion and more which was now his.He could have done without the\nsociety, the pleasures of which had always been a lure.He could have,\nbut he had not, and he had complicated it all with the thought of\nanother woman.That was a question which always rose\nbefore him.Sandra got the milk there.Wasn't she deliberately scheming under\nhis very eyes to win him away from the woman who was as good as his\nwife?Sandra went back to the bedroom.Was it the thing a truly big woman would do?Ought he\nto marry any one seeing that he really owed a spiritual if not a legal\nallegiance to Jennie?Daniel went back to the garden.Was it worth while for any woman to marry him?He could not shut\nout the fact that he was doing a cruel and unlovely thing.Material error in the first place was now being complicated with\nspiritual error.He was attempting to right", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.He was\nthinking, thinking, all the while he was readjusting his life to the\nold (or perhaps better yet, new) conditions, and he was not feeling\nany happier.As a matter of fact he was feeling worse--grim,\nrevengeful.If he married Letty he thought at times it would be to use\nher fortune as a club to knock other enemies over the head, and he\nhated to think he was marrying her for that.Daniel grabbed the football there.He took up his abode at\nthe Auditorium, visited Cincinnati in a distant and aggressive spirit,\nsat in council with the board of directors, wishing that he was more\nat peace with himself, more interested in life.Mary journeyed to the garden.But he did not change\nhis policy in regard to Jennie.Gerald had been vitally interested in Lester's\nrehabilitation.She waited tactfully some little time before sending\nhim any word; finally she ventured to write to him at the Hyde Park\naddress (as if she did not know where he was), asking, \"Where are\nyou?\"By this time Lester had become slightly accustomed to the change\nin his life.Daniel dropped the football.Sandra moved to the office.He was saying to himself that he needed sympathetic\ncompanionship, the companionship of a woman, of course.Social\ninvitations had begun to come to him now that he was alone and that\nhis financial connections were so obviously restored.Daniel grabbed the football there.He had made his\nappearance, accompanied only by a Japanese valet, at several country\nhouses, the best sign that he was once more a single man.No reference\nwas made by any one to the past.Gerald's note he decided that he ought to go and\nsee her.Daniel travelled to the office.For months preceding his\nseparation from Jennie he had not gone near her.Even now he waited\nuntil time brought a 'phoned invitation to dinner.Gerald was at her best as a hostess at her perfectly appointed\ndinner-table.Alboni, the pianist, was there on this occasion,\ntogether with Adam Rascavage, the sculptor, a visiting scientist from\nEngland, Sir Nelson Keyes, and, curiously enough, Mr.Berry\nDodge, whom Lester had not met socially in several years.Gerald\nand Lester exchanged the joyful greetings of those who understand each\nother thoroughly and are happy in each other's company.John went to the garden.asked Randolph Rover, and Cujo\nnodded.\"It is a good thing, then, that we got out of the\nforest.\"\"Big woods werry dangerous in heap storm like dis,\" answered the\nAfrican.He crouched down between two of the largest rocks and instinctively\nthe others followed suit.The \"moanin\" increased until, with a\nroar and a rush, a regular tropical hurricane was upon them.John grabbed the apple there.John discarded the apple.The blackness of the atmosphere was filled with flying tree\nbranches and scattered vines, while the birds, large and small,\nswept past like chips on a swiftly flowing river, powerless to\nsave themselves in those fierce gusts.shouted Randolph Rover; but the roar\nof", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra picked up the apple there.However, nobody\nthought of rising, and the tree limbs and vines passed harmlessly\nover their heads.Sandra put down the apple.The first rush of wind over, the rain began, to fall, at first in\ndrops as big as a quarter-dollar and then in a deluge which\nspeedily converted the hollows among the rocks into deep pools and\nsoaked everybody to his very skin.Soon the water was up to their\nknees and pouring down into the river like a regular cataract.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Daniel went to the kitchen.\"This is a soaker and no mistake,\" said Sam, during a brief lull\nin the downpour.\"Why, I never saw so much water come down in my\nlife.\"Sandra went to the bedroom.John went to the kitchen.\"It's a hurricane,\" answered Randolph Rover, \"It may keep on--\"\n\nHe got no further, for at that instant a blinding flash of\nlightning caused everybody to jump in alarm.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Then came an\near-splitting crack of thunder and up the river they saw a\nmagnificent baobab tree, which had reared its stately head over a\nhundred feet high from the ground, come crashing down, split in\ntwain as by a Titan's ax.The blackened stump was left standing,\nand soon--this burst into flames, to blaze away until another\ndownpour of rain put out the conflagration.murmured Aleck with a shiver.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.\"Ise\nglad we didn't take no shelter under dat tree.\"Sandra took the milk there.He had been on the point of making some joke\nabout the storm, but now the fun was knocked completely out of\nhim.Sandra went to the office.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Sandra put down the milk.It rained for the rest of the day and all of the night, and for\nonce all hands felt thoroughly, miserable.Several times they\nessayed to start a fire, by which to dry themselves and make\nsomething hot to drink, but each time the rain put out the blaze.What they had to eat was not only cold, but more or less\nwater-soaked, and it was not until the next noon that they managed to\ncook a meal.John went to the bathroom.When at last the sun did come out, however, it shone, so Sam put\nit, \"with a vengeance.\"John journeyed to the bedroom.There was not a cloud left, and the\ndirect rays of the great orb of day caused a rapid evaporation of\nthe rain, so that the ground seemed to be covered with a sort of\nmist.On every side could be seen the effects of the hurricane-broken\ntrees, washed-out places along the river, and dead birds\nand small animals, including countless monkeys.The monkeys made\nthe boys' hearts ache, especially one big female, that was found\ntightly clasping two little baby monkeys to her breast.The storm had swollen the river to such an extent that they were\nforced to leave the beaten track Cujo had been pursuing and take\nto another trail which reached out to the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the garden.Here they\npassed a small village occupied entirely by <DW64>s, and Cujo\nlearned from them that King Susko had passed that way but five\ndays before.He had had no cattle with him, the majority of his\nfollowers having taken another route.Mary went to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the garden.It was thought by some of\nthe natives that King Susko was bound for a mountain known as the\nHakiwaupi--or Ghost-of-Gold.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra got the milk there.\"Can that be the mountain\nfather was searching for when he came to Africa?\"Mary travelled to the office.Mary took the apple there.Mary left the apple.Inquiries from Cujo elicited the information that the mountain\nmentioned was located about one hundred miles away, in the center\nof an immense plain.It was said to be full of gold, but likewise\nhaunted by the ghost of a departed warrior known to the natives as\nGnu-ho-mumoli--Man-of-the-Gnu-eye.Sandra discarded the milk there.\"I reckon that ghost story, was started, by somebody who wanted,\nto keep the wealth of che mountain to himself,\" observed Tom.Sandra moved to the bathroom.\"I\ndon't believe in ghosts, do you, Cujo?\"The tall African shrugged his ebony shoulders, \"Maybe no ghost--but\nif dare is, no want to see 'um,\" he said laconically.Nevertheless he did not object to leading them in the direction of\nthe supposedly haunted mountain.John went back to the kitchen.Sandra went to the office.So far the natives had been more or less friendly, but now those\nthat were met said but little to Cujo, while scowls at the whites\nwere frequent.John moved to the garden.It was learned that the college party from the\nEast was in the vicinity.Mary picked up the apple there.\"Perhaps they did something to offend the natives,\" observed\nRandolph Rover.\"As you can see, they are simple and childlike in\ntheir ways, and as quickly offended on one hand as they are\npleased on the other.All of you must be careful in your\ntreatment of them, otherwise we may get into serious trouble.\"CHAPTER XXIII\n\nDICK MEETS AN OLD ENEMY\n\n\nOne afternoon Dick found himself alone near the edge of a tiny\nlake situated on the southern border of the jungle through which\nthe party had passed.John picked up the milk there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The others had gone up the lake shore,\nleaving him to see what he could catch for supper.John went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the hallway.He had just hooked a magnificent fish of a reddish-brown color,\nwhen, on looking up, he espied an elderly man gazing at him\nintently from a knoll of water-grass a short distance away.Mary went to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.\"Richard Rover, is it--ahem--possible?\"came slowly from the\nman's thin lips.ejaculated Dick, soMary discarded the apple.Mary went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.\"How on earth did you get out\nhere?\"\"I presume I might--er--ask that same question,\" returned the\nformer teacher of Putnam Hall.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the office.\"Do you imagine I would be fool enough to do that, Mr.No, the Stanhopes and I were content to let you go--so long as\nyou minded your own business in the future.\"\"Do not grow saucy, boy; I will not stand it.\"Daniel travelled to the office.\"I am not saucy, as you see fit to term it, Josiah Crabtree.You\nknow as well as I do that you ought to be in prison this minute\nfor plotting the abduction of Dora.\"\"I know nothing of the kind, and will not waste words on you.But\nif you did not follow me why are you here?\"\"I am here on business, and not ashamed to own it.\"Sandra went to the kitchen.CHAPTER XI\n\nWhen Jimmy reached his office after his unforeseen call upon Zoie, his\nsubsequent encounter with Alfred, and his enforced luncheon at home\nwith Aggie, he found his mail, his 'phone calls, and his neglected\nappointments in a state of hopeless congestion, and try as he would, he\ncould not concentrate upon their disentanglement.Growing more and more\nfurious with the long legged secretary who stood at the corner of his\ndesk, looking down upon him expectantly, and waiting for his tardy\ninstructions, Jimmy rose and looked out of the window.He could feel\nAndrew's reproachful eyes following him.Sandra got the apple there.John went to the garden.\"Shall Miss Perkins take your letters now?\"John grabbed the milk there.asked Andrew, and he\nwondered how late the office staff would be kept to-night to make up for\nthe time that was now being wasted.Coming after repeated wounds from his nearest and dearest, Andrew's\nimplied reproach was too much for Jimmy's overwrought nerves.And when Andrew could assure himself that\nhe had heard aright, he stalked out of the door with his head high in\nthe air.Jimmy looked after his departing secretary with positive hatred.Mary took the football there.John discarded the milk.It was\napparent to him that the whole world was against him.His family, friends, and business associates\nhad undoubtedly lost all respect for him.Daniel moved to the kitchen.From this day forth he was\ndetermined to show himself to be a man of strong mettle.John took the milk there.Having made this important decision and having convinced himself that he\nwas about to start on a new life, Jimmy strode to the door of the office\nand, without disturbing the injured Andrew, he called sharply to Miss\nPerkins to come at once and take his letters.John discarded the milk.Mary discarded the football.Again he tried in vain to concentrate upon the details of\nthe \"cut-glass\" industry.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Invariably his mind would wander back to the\nunexpected incidents of the morning.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Stopping suddenly in the middle of\na letter to a competing firm,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.Had she not feared that her chief might misconstrue any suggestion from\nher as an act of impertinence, Miss Perkins, having learned all the\ncompany's cut-glass quotations by rote, could easily have supplied the\nremainder of the letter.Sandra went back to the garden.As it was, she waited impatiently, tapping the\ncorner of the desk with her idle pencil.Daniel moved to the garden.Jimmy turned at the sound, and\nglanced at the pencil with unmistakable disapproval.After one or two more uneasy laps about the room, Jimmy went\nto his 'phone and called his house number.\"It's undoubtedly domestic trouble,\" decided Miss Perkins, and she\nwondered whether it would be delicate of her, under the circumstances,\nto remain in the room.From her employer's conversation at the 'phone, it was clear to Miss\nPerkins that Mrs.Jinks was spending the afternoon with Mrs Hardy,\nbut why this should have so annoyed MR.Jinks was a question that Miss\nPerkins found it difficult to answer.Sandra went to the office.Jinks's\npresent state of unrest could be traced to the door of the beautiful\nyoung wife of his friend?\"Oh dear,\" thought Miss Perkins, \"how\nscandalous!\"\"That will do,\" commanded Jimmy, interrupting Miss Perkins's interesting\nspeculations, and he nodded toward the door.John dropped the milk.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\"But----\" stammered Miss Perkins, as she glanced at the unfinished\nletters.\"I'll call you when I need you,\" answered Jimmy gruffly.John took the milk there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John moved to the hallway.Miss Perkins\nleft the room in high dudgeon.Mary went back to the bedroom.\"I'LL show them,\" said Jimmy to himself, determined to carry out his\nrecent resolve to be firm.Sandra went back to the hallway.John took the football there.Sandra picked up the apple there.Then his mind wend back to his domestic troubles.Mary travelled to the garden.\"Suppose, that Zoie,\nafter imposing secrecy upon him, should change that thing called her\n'mind' and confide in Aggie about the luncheon?\"John discarded the football there.He decided to telephone to Zoie's house and find out how affairs\nwere progressing.\"If Aggie HAS found out\nabout the luncheon,\" he argued, \"my 'phoning to Zoie's will increase her\nsuspicions.John put down the milk.If Zoie has told her nothing, she'll wonder why I'm 'phoning\nto Zoie's house.There's only one thing to do,\" he decided.I can tell from Aggie's face when I meet her at dinner\nwhether Zoie has betrayed me.\"Having arrived at this conclusion, Jimmy resolved to get home as early\nas possible, and again Miss Perkins was called to his aid.Mary travelled to the bathroom.The flurry with which Jimmy despatched the day's remaining business\nconfirmed both Miss Perkins and Andrew in their previous opinion that\n\"the boss\" had suddenly \"gone off his head.\"Sandra grabbed the football there.And when he at last left\nthe office and banged the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.Daniel took the apple there.Instead of walking, as was his custom, Jimmy took a taxi to his home but\nalas, to his surprise he found no wife.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.\"None at all,\" answered that unperturbed creature; and Jimmy felt sure\nthat the attitude of his office antagonists had communicated itself to\nhis household servants.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the hallway.When Jimmy's anxious ear at last caught the rustle of a woman's dress in\nthe hallway, his dinner had been waiting half an hour, and he had\nworked himself into a state of fierce antagonism toward everything and\neverybody.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.At the sound of Aggie's voice however, his heart began to pound with\nfear.John journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.\"Had she found him out for the weak miserable deceiver that he\nwas?Would she tell him that they were going to separate forever?\"\"Awfully sorry to be so late,\ndear,\" she said.Jimmy felt her kiss upon his chubby cheek and her dear arms about his\nneck.Sandra picked up the milk there.He decided forthwith to tell her everything, and never, never\nagain to run the risk of deceiving her; but before he could open his\nlips, she continued gaily:\n\n\"I've brought Zoie home with me, dear.Daniel left the apple.Daniel got the apple there.John travelled to the office.The especial condition of true ornament is, that it be beautiful\nin its place, and nowhere else, and that it aid the effect of every\nportion of the building over which it has influence; that it does not,\nby its richness, make other parts bald, or, by its delicacy, make other\nparts coarse.Sandra discarded the milk.Every one of its qualities has reference to its place and\nuse: _and it is fitted for its service by what would be faults and\ndeficiencies if it had no especial duty_.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra got the football there.Ornament, the servant, is\noften formal, where sculpture, the master, would have been free; the\nservant is often silent where the master would have been eloquent; or\nhurried, where the master would have been serene.Daniel put down the apple.V. How far this subordination is in different situations to be\nexpressed, or how far it may be surrendered, and ornament, the servant,\nbe permitted to have independent will; and by what means the\nsubordination is best to be expressed when it is required, are by far\nthe most difficult questions I have ever tried to work out respecting\nany branch of art; for, in many of the examples to which I look as\nauthoritative in their majesty of effect, it is almost impossible to say\nwhether the abstraction or imperfection of the sculpture was owing to\nthe choice, or the incapacity of the workman; and, if to the latter, how\nfar the result of fortunate incapacity can be imDaniel went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The reader, I think, will understand this at once by\nconsidering the effect of the illuminations of an old missal.Daniel picked up the apple there.In their\nbold rejection of all principles of perspective, light and shade, and\ndrawing, they are infinitely more ornamental to the page, owing to the\nvivid opposition of their bright colors and quaint lines, than if they\nhad been drawn by Da Vinci himself: and so the Arena chapel is far more\nbrightly _decorated_ by the archaic frescoes of Giotti, than the Stanze\nof the Vatican are by those of Raffaelle.But how far it is possible to\nrecur to such archaicism, or to make up for it by any voluntary\nabandonment of power, I cannot as yet venture in any wise to determine.Sandra travelled to the hallway.So, on the other hand, in many instances of finished work in\nwhich I find most to regret or to reprobate, I can hardly distinguish what\nis erroneous in principle from what is vulgar in execution.For instance,\nin most Romanesque churches of Italy, the porches are guarded by\ngigantic animals, lions or griffins, of admirable severity of design;\nyet, in many cases, of so rude workmanship, that it can hardly be\ndetermined how much of this severity was intentional,--how much\ninvoluntary: in the cathedral of Genoa two modern lions have, in\nimitation of this ancient custom, been placed on the steps of its west\nfront; and the Italian sculptor, thinking himself a marvellous great man\nbecause he knew what lions were really like, has copied them, in the\nmenagerie, with great success, and produced two hairy and well-whiskered\nbeasts, as like to real lions as he could possibly cut them.One wishes\nthem back in the menagerie for his pains; but it is impossible to say\nhow far the offence of their presence is owing to the mere stupidity and\nvulgarity of the sculpture, and how far we might have been delighted\nwith a realisation, carried to nearly the same length by Ghiberti or\nMichael Angelo.Mary picked up the football there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.(I say _nearly_, because neither Ghiberti nor Michael\nAngelo would ever have attempted, or permitted, entire realisation, even\nin independent sculpture.)In spite of these embarrassments, however, some few certainties\nmay be marked in the treatment of past architecture, and secure\nconclusions deduced for future practice.There is first, for instance,\nthe assuredly intended and resolute abstraction of the Ninevite and\nEgyptian sculptors.The men who cut those granite lions in the Egyptian\nroom of the British Museum, and who carved the calm faces of those\nNinevite kings, knew much more, both of lions and kings, than they chose\nto express.Then there is the Greek system, in which the human sculpture\nis perfect, the architecture and animal sculpture is subordinate to it,\nand the architectural ornament severely subordinated to this again, so\nas to be composed of little more than abstract lines: and, finally,\nthere is the peculiarly mediaeval system, in which the", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Now of these systems, the Ninevite and Egyptian are altogether\nopposed to modern habits of thought and action; they are sculptures\nevidently executed under absolute authorities, physical and mental, such\nas cannot at present exist.John picked up the football there.The Greek system presupposes the possession\nof a Phidias; it is ridiculous to talk of building in the Greek manner;\nyou may build a Greek shell or box, such as the Greek intended to\ncontain sculpture, but you have not the sculpture to put in it.John discarded the football.John took the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.Find\nyour Phidias first, and your new Phidias will very soon settle all your\narchitectural difficulties in very unexpected ways indeed; but until you\nfind him, do not think yourselves architects while you go on copying\nthose poor subordinations, and secondary and tertiary orders of\nornament, which the Greek put on the shell of his sculpture.\"Now you stay here and I'll get them.\"Sandra moved to the garden.John went to the hallway.Before Alfred could protest further she was out of the room and the door\nhad closed behind her, so he resigned himself to her decision, banished\nhis temporary annoyance at her obstinacy, and glanced about the room\nwith a new air of proprietorship.\"This is certainly a great night, Zoie,\" he said.John got the apple there.\"It certainly is,\" acquiesced Zoie, with an over emphasis that made\nAlfred turn to her with new concern.John got the milk there.\"I'm afraid that mad woman made you very nervous, dear,\" he said.Zoie's nerves were destined to bear still further strain, for at that\nmoment, there came a sharp ring at the door.Mary went to the office.Beside herself with anxiety Zoie threw her arms about Alfred, who had\nadvanced to soothe her, drew him down by her side and buried her head on\nhis breast.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.\"You ARE jumpy,\" said Alfred, and at that instant a wrangle of loud\nvoices, and a general commotion was heard in the outer hall.asked Alfred, endeavouring to disentangle himself from Zoie's\nfrantic embrace.John travelled to the garden.Zoie clung to him so tightly that he was unable to rise, but his alert\near caught the sound of a familiar voice rising above the din of dispute\nin the hallway.John put down the milk there.\"That sounds like the officer,\" he exclaimed.cried Zoie, and she wound her arms more tightly about\nhim.John travelled to the bedroom.John left the football.CHAPTER XXVII\n\nPropelled by a large red fist, attached to the back of his badly wilted\ncollar, the writhing form of Jimmy was now thrust through the outer\ndoor.\"Let go of me,\" shouted the hapless Jimmy.The answer was a spasmodic shaking administered by the fist; then a\nlarge burly officer, carrying a small babe in his arms, shoved the\nreluctant Jimmy into the centre of the room and stood guard over him.\"I got him for you, sir,\" announced the officer proudly, to the\nastonished Alfred", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Alfred's eyes fell first upon the dejected Jimmy, then they travelled to\nthe bundle of long clothes in the officer's arms.He snatched the infant from the officer\nand pressed him jealously to his breast.\"I don't understand,\" he said,\ngazing at the officer in stupefaction.asked the officer, nodding toward the unfortunate\nJimmy.\"I caught him slipping down your fire-escape.\"\"I KNEW it,\" exclaimed Zoie in a rage, and she cast a vindictive look at\nJimmy for his awkwardness.Alfred\nturned again to the officer, then to Jimmy, who was still flashing\ndefiance into the officer's threatening eyes.Sandra picked up the milk there.What's the matter with you,\nJimmy?This is the third time that you have tried to take my baby out\ninto the night.\"\"Then you've had trouble with him before?\"He\nstudied Jimmy with new interest, proud in the belief that he had brought\na confirmed \"baby-snatcher\" to justice.\"I've had a little trouble myself,\" declared Jimmy hotly, now resolved\nto make a clean breast of it.\"I'm not asking about your troubles,\" interrupted the officer savagely,\nand Jimmy felt the huge creature's obnoxious fingers tightening again on\nhis collar.\"Go ahead, sir,\" said the officer to Alfred.\"Well,\" began Alfred, nodding toward the now livid Jimmy, \"he was out\nwith my boy when I arrived.I stopped him from going out with him\na second time, and now you, officer, catch him slipping down the\nfire-escape.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.I don't know what to say,\" he finished weakly.Daniel moved to the bathroom.\"_I_ do,\" exclaimed Jimmy, feeling more and more like a high explosive,\n\"and I'll say it.\"And before Jimmy could get further,\nAlfred resumed with fresh vehemence.\"He's supposed to be a friend of mine,\" he explained to the officer, as\nhe nodded toward the wriggling Jimmy.Daniel got the apple there.\"He was all right when I left him\na few months ago.\"Daniel left the apple.\"You'll think I'm all right again,\" shouted Jimmy, trying to get free\nfrom the officer, \"before I've finished telling all I----\"\n\n\"That won't help any,\" interrupted the officer firmly, and with another\ntwist of Jimmy's badly wilted collar he turned to Alfred with his most\ncivil manner, \"What shall I do with him, sir?\"\"I don't know,\" said Alfred, convinced that his friend was a fit subject\nfor a straight jacket.\"It's absurd,\" cried Zoie, on the verge of hysterics, and in utter\ndespair of ever disentangling the present complication without\nultimately losing Alfred, \"you're all absurd,\" she cried wildly.exclaimed Alfred, turning upon her in amazement, \"what do you\nmean?\"\"It's a joke,\" said Zoie, without the slightest idea of where the joke\nlay.\"If you had any sense you could see it.\"\"I DON'T see it,\" said Alfred, with hurt dignity.John travelled to the hallway.\"Neither do I,\" said Jimmy,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra took the football there.\"Can you call it a joke,\" asked Alfred, incredulously, \"to have our\nboy----\" He stopped suddenly, remembering that there was a companion\npiece to this youngster.Mary travelled to the kitchen.John went to the office.he exclaimed, \"our other\nboy----\" He rushed to the crib, found it empty, and turned a terrified\nface to Zoie.\"Now, Alfred,\" pleaded Zoie, \"don't get excited; he's all right.\"Zoie did not know, but at that moment her eyes fell upon Jimmy, and as\nusual he was the source of an inspiration for her.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\"Jimmy never cared for the other one,\" she said, \"did you, Jimmy?\"Alfred turned to the officer, with a tone of command.\"Wait,\" he said,\nthen he started toward the bedroom door to make sure that his other\nboy was quite safe.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.The picture that confronted him brought the hair\nstraight up on his head.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.True to her promise, and ignorant of Jimmy's\nreturn with the first baby, Aggie had chosen this ill-fated moment to\nappear on the threshold with one babe on each arm.Mary went to the bathroom.\"Here they are,\" she said graciously, then stopped in amazement at sight\nof the horrified Alfred, clasping a third infant to his breast.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra discarded the football.But the preacher goes with Dives when the dinner hour comes;\n  He prefers a groaning table to grabbing after crumbs.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the football there.Mary grabbed the milk there.Yes; he'll take Dives' \"tainted money\" just to lighten up his load.Mary discarded the milk.Enough to let him travel in the little camel road.Daniel moved to the bedroom.That may sound like the wail of a pessimistic knocker, but every observing\nman knows it's mostly truth.Mary picked up the milk there.The successful man is the man who gets the\nworld's smile, and he gets the smile with little regard to the methods\nemployed to achieve his \"success.\"Mary got the apple there.This deplorable social condition is largely responsible for the\nmultitudinous forms of graft that exist to-day.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary discarded the apple there.Daniel took the apple there.To \"cut any ice\" in\n\"society\" you must be somebody or keep up the appearance of being\nsomebody.Mary put down the milk there.Even if the world knows you are going mainly on pretensions, it\nwill \"wink the other eye\" and give you the place your pretensions claim.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went to the kitchen.Most of the folk who make up \"society\" are slow to engage in stone\nslinging, for they are wise enough to consider the material of which their\nown domiciles are constructed.To make an application of all this, let us not be too hard on the quack\nand the shyster.HeDaniel went back to the bathroom.Daniel dropped the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Society has\nplaced temptations before him to get money, and he must keep up the\nappearances of success at any cost of honesty and independent manhood.John picked up the apple there.The\npoor professional man who is a victim of that fearful disease,\nfailurephobia, in his weakness has become a slave to public opinion.John moved to the office.He is\nmade to \"tread the mill\" daily in the monotonous round to and from his\noffice where he is serving a life sentence of solitary confinement, while\nhis wife sews or makes lace or gives music lessons to support the family.I say solitary confinement advisedly, for now a professional man is even\ndenied the solid comfort of the old-time village doctor or lawyer who\ncould sit with his cronies and fellow-loafers in the shade of the tavern\nelm, or around the grocer's stove, and maintain his professional standing\n(or rather sitting).In the large towns and cities that will not do\nto-day.If the professional man is not busy, he must _seem_ busy.A\nphysician changed his office to get a south front, as he felt he _must_\nhave sunshine, and he dared not do like Dr.Jones, get it loafing on the\nstreets.Not that a doctor would not enjoy spending some of his long,\nlonely hours talking with his friends in the glorious sunshine, but it\nwould not do.Mary went to the office.People would say: \"Doctor Blank must not get much to do now.I see him loafing on the street like old Doc Jones.I guess Doctor\nNewcomer has made a 'has been' of him, too.\"I know a young lawyer who sat in his office for two long years without a\nsingle case.John discarded the apple.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went back to the hallway.Yet every day he passed through the street with the brisk\nwalk of one in a hurry to get back to pressing business.that he had to read the paper as he walked to save time to--wait!Did you ever sit in the office with one of these prisoners and watch him\nlooking out of his window upon prosperous farmers as they untied fine\nteams and drove away in comfortable carriages?Did you know how to\ntranslate that look in his eye, and the sad abstraction of manner into\nwhich he momentarily sank, in spite of his creed, which taught him to\nalways seem prosperous and contented?His\nmind was following that farmer out of town and along the green lanes,\nbordered by meadows and clover bloom, and on down the road through the\ncool twilight of the quiet summer evening, to where the ribbon of dark\ngreen forest, whose cool cadence had called to him so often, changed to\ngroves of whispering trees that bordered the winding stream that spoke of\nthe swimming holes and fishing pools of his boyhood.And on up the road\nagain, across the fertile prairie lands, until he turns in at the gate of\nan orchard-embowered home.And do you think the picture is less attractive\nto this exile because it has not the stately front and the glistening\npaint of the smart house in town?The smart house with\nglistening paint", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "That picture is not altogether a product of poetic fancy.We get glimpses\nof such pictures in confidential talks with lawyers and doctors in almost\nevery town.These poor fellows may fret and sigh for change, \"and spend\ntheir lives for naught,\" but the hunger never leaves them.Not long ago a\nprofessional man who has spent twenty-five years of his life imprisoned in\nan office, most of the time just waiting, spoke to me of his longing to\n\"get out.\"He forgot the creed,\nto always appear prosperous, and spoke in bitterness of his life of sham.He said he was like the general of the old rhyme who \"marched up the hill\nand--marched down again.\"John grabbed the apple there.He went up to his office and--went home again,\nday in and day out, year in and year out, and for what?John journeyed to the office.But\n_failurephobia_ held him there, and he is there yet.What schemes such unfortunates sometimes concoct to escape their fate!So our\nreason, at least, would lead us to conclude, if the theologians did not\nassure us of the contrary; such, too, was the opinion of Locke, but he\ndid not venture to announce it.The French Revolution came, England grew\nto abhor France, and was cut off from the Continent, did great things,\ngained much, but not in lucidity.The Continent was reopened, the\ncentury advanced, time and experience brought their lessons, lovers of\nfree and clear thought, such as the late John Stuart Mill, arose among\nus.But we could not say that they had by any means founded among us the\nreign of lucidity.Let them consider that movement of which we were hearing so much just\nnow: let them look at the Salvation Army and its operations.They would\nsee numbers, funds, energy, devotedness, excitement, conversions, and\na total absence of lucidity.A little lucidity would make the whole\nmovement impossible.That movement took for granted as its basis what\nwas no longer possible or receivable; its adherents proceeded in all\nthey did on the assumption that that basis was perfectly solid, and\nneither saw that it was not solid, nor ever even thought of asking\nthemselves whether it was solid or not.Taking a very different movement, and one of far higher dignity and\nimport, they had all had before their minds lately the long-devoted,\nlaborious, influential, pure, pathetic life of Dr.Pusey, which had just\nended.Many of them had also been reading in the lively volumes of that\nacute, but not always good-natured rattle, Mr.Mozley, an account of\nthat great movement which took from Dr.Of its\nlater stage of Ritualism they had had in this country a now celebrated\nexperience.It had produced men to\nbe respected, men to be admired, men to be beloved, men of learning,\ngoodness, genius, and charm.But could they resist the truth that\nlucidity would have been fatal to it?The movers of all those questions\nabout apostolical succession, church patristic authority, primitive\nusage, postures, vestments--questions so passionately debated,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.He would not say that negative lucidity was in itself a satisfactory\npossession, but he said that it was inevitable and indispensable, and\nthat it was the condition of all serious construction for the future.Without it at present a man or a nation was intellectually and\nspiritually all abroad.If they saw it accompanied in France by much\nthat they shrank from, they should reflect that in England it would\nhave influences joined with it which it had not in France--the natural\nseriousness of the people, their sense of reverence and respect, their\nlove for the past.Mary picked up the milk there.John went back to the bathroom.Come it must; and here where it had been so late in\ncoming, it would probably be for the first time seen to come without\ndanger.Capitals were natural centers of mental movement, and it was natural for\nthe classes with most leisure, most freedom, most means of cultivation,\nand most conversance with the wide world to have lucidity though often\nthey had it not.To generate a spirit of lucidity in provincial towns,\nand among the middle classes bound to a life of much routine and plunged\nin business, was more difficult.Mary picked up the football there.Schools and universities, with serious\nand disinterested studies, and connecting those studies the one with the\nother and continuing them into years of manhood, were in this case the\nbest agency they could use.It might be slow, but it was sure.Such\nan agency they were now going to employ.Might it fulfill all their\nexpectations!Might their students, in the words quoted just now,\nadvance in every direction with a marvelous vigor, and with that\nconquering ambition which Vico called _mens heroica_!And among the many\ngood results of this, might one result be the acquisition in their midst\nof that indispensable spirit--the spirit of lucidity!John got the apple there.*       *       *       *       *\n\n\n\n\nON SOME APPARATUS THAT PERMIT OF ENTERING FLAMES.Mary went to the office.[Footnote: A. de Rochas in the _Revue Scientifique_.]In the following notes I shall recall a few experiments that indicate\nunder what conditions the human organism is permitted to remain unharmed\namid flames.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.These experiments were published in England in 1882, in the\ntwelfth letter from Brewster to Walter Scott on natural magic.John dropped the apple there.They are,\nI believe, not much known in France, and possess a practical interest\nfor those who are engaged in the art of combating fires.At the end of the last century Humphry Davy observed that, on placing a\nvery fine wire gauze over a flame, the latter was cooled to such a\npoint that it could not traverse the meshes.Mary put down the football there.This phenomenon, which he\nattributed to the conductivity and radiating power of the metal, he soon\nutilized in the construction of a lamp for miners.Some years afterward Chevalier Aldini, of Milan, conceived the idea of\nmaking a new", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra took the football there.Mary travelled to the kitchen.John went to the office.This envelope, which was made of metallic gauze with 1-25th of an inch\nmeshes, was composed of five pieces, as follows: (1) a helmet, with\nmask, large enough, to allow a certain space between it and the internal\nbonnet of which I shall speak; (2) a cuirass with armlets; (3) a skirt\nfor the lower part of the belly and the thighs; (4) a pair of boots\nformed of a double wire gauze; and (5) a shield five feet long by one\nand a half wide, formed of metallic gauze stretched over a light iron\nframe.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Beneath this armor the experimenter was clad in breeches and a\nclose coat of coarse cloth that had previously been soaked in a solution\nof alum.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.The head, hands, and feet were covered by envelopes of asbestos\ncloth whose fibers were about a half millimeter in diameter.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Mary went to the bathroom.The bonnet\ncontained apertures for the eyes, nose, and ears, and consisted of a\nsingle thickness of fabric, as did the stockings, but the gloves were of\ndouble thickness, so that the wearer could seize burning objects with\nthe hands.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Aldini, convinced of the services that his apparatus might render to\nhumanity, traveled over Europe and gave gratuitous representations with\nit.Sandra discarded the football.The exercises generally took place in the following order: Aldini\nbegan by first wrapping his finger in asbestos and then with a double\nlayer of wire gauze.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the football there.Mary grabbed the milk there.He then held it for some instants in the flame of\na candle or alcohol lamp.Mary discarded the milk.Daniel moved to the bedroom.The musical scale of the sixteen bells which\nthe _pien-tchung_ contained was the same as that of the _king_ before\nmentioned.Mary picked up the milk there.Mary got the apple there.[Illustration]\n\nThe _hiuen-tchung_ was, according to popular tradition, included with\nthe antique instruments at the time of Confucius, and came into popular\nuse during the Han dynasty (from B.C.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary discarded the apple there.Daniel took the apple there.It was of\na peculiar oval shape and had nearly the same quaint ornamentation\nas the _t\u00e9-tchung_; this consisted of symbolical figures, in four\ndivisions, each containing nine mammals.Mary put down the milk there.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Every figure had a deep meaning referring to the seasons and to the\nmysteries of the Buddhist religion.The largest _hiuen-tchung_ was\nabout twenty inches in length; and, like the _t\u00e9-tchung_, was sounded\nby means of a small wooden mallet with an oval knob.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went to the kitchen.None of the bells\nof this description had a cl", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It would, however, appear that the\nChinese had at an early period some kind of bell provided with a wooden\ntongue: this was used for military purposes as well as for calling the\npeople together when an imperial messenger promulgated his sovereign\u2019s\ncommands.John picked up the apple there.An expression of Confucius is recorded to the effect that\nhe wished to be \u201cA wooden-tongued bell of Heaven,\u201d _i.e._ a herald of\nheaven to proclaim the divine purposes to the multitude.[Illustration]\n\nThe _fang-hiang_ was a kind of wood-harmonicon.It contained sixteen\nwooden slabs of an oblong square shape, suspended in a wooden frame\nelegantly decorated.John moved to the office.Mary went to the office.The slabs were arranged in two tiers, one above\nthe other, and were all of equal length and breadth but differed in\nthickness.The _tchoung-tou_ consisted of twelve slips of bamboo, and\nwas used for beating time and for rhythmical purposes.The slips being\nbanded together at one end could be expanded somewhat like a fan.The\nChinese state that they used the _tchoung-tou_ for writing upon before\nthey invented paper.John discarded the apple.The _ou_, of which we give a woodcut, likewise an ancient Chinese\ninstrument of percussion and still in use, is made of wood in the shape\nof a crouching tiger.It is hollow, and along its back are about twenty\nsmall pieces of metal, pointed, and in appearance not unlike the teeth\nof a saw.The performer strikes them with a sort of plectrum resembling\na brush, or with a small stick called _tchen_.Occasionally the _ou_ is\nmade with pieces of metal shaped like reeds.[Illustration]\n\nThe ancient _ou_ was constructed with only six tones which were\nattuned thus--_f_, _g_, _a_, _c_, _d_, _f_.The instrument appears\nto have become deteriorated in the course of time; for, although\nit has gradually acquired as many as twenty-seven pieces of metal,\nit evidently serves at the present day more for the production of\nrhythmical noise than for the execution of any melody.John travelled to the kitchen.The modern _ou_\nis made of a species of wood called _kieou_ or _tsieou_: and the tiger\nrests generally on a hollow wooden pedestal about three feet six inches\nlong, which serves as a sound-board.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the apple there.[Illustration]\n\nThe _tchou_, likewise an instrument of percussion, was made of the\nwood of a tree called _kieou-mou_, the stem of which resembles that of\nthe pine and whose foliage is much like that of the cypress.Daniel left the apple.It was\nconstructed of boards about three-quarters of an inch in thickness.Mary grabbed the milk there.In\nthe middle of one of the sides was an aperture into which theDaniel moved to the kitchen.Sandra got the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The handle was kept in its place by means of a wooden pin, on which it\nmoved right and left when the instrument was struck with a hammer.The\nChinese ascribe to the _tchou_ a very high antiquity, as they almost\ninvariably do with any of their inventions when the date of its origin\nis unknown to them.John journeyed to the hallway.The _po-fou_ was a drum, about one foot four inches in length, and\nseven inches in diameter.It had a parchment at each end, which was\nprepared in a peculiar way by being boiled in water.The _po-fou_ used\nto be partly filled with a preparation made from the husk of rice, in\norder to mellow the sound.Sandra moved to the bathroom.The Chinese name for the drum is _kou_.[Illustration]\n\nThe _kin-kou_ (engraved), a large drum fixed on a pedestal which raises\nit above six feet from the ground, is embellished with symbolical\ndesigns.A similar drum on which natural phenomena are depicted is\ncalled _lei-kou_; and another of the kind, with figures of certain\nbirds and beasts which are regarded as symbols of long life, is called\n_ling-kou_, and also _lou-kou_.The flutes, _ty_, _yo_, and _tch\u00e9_ were generally made of bamboo.The\n_koan-tsee_ was a Pandean pipe containing twelve tubes of bamboo.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra went to the garden.The _siao_, likewise a Pandean pipe, contained sixteen tubes.The\n_pai-siao_ differed from the _siao_ inasmuch as the tubes were inserted\ninto an oddly-shaped case highly ornamented with grotesque designs and\nsilken appendages.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.[Illustration]\n\nThe Chinese are known to have constructed at an early period a curious\nwind-instrument, called _hiuen_.It was made of baked clay and had five\nfinger-holes, three of which were placed on one side and two on the\nopposite side, as in the cut.Its tones were in conformity with the\npentatonic scale.THE SIDE POSITION OF THE WALTZ\n\nThe side position of the Waltz differs from the Waltz Position only in\nthe fact that the partners stand side by side and with the engaged arms\nmore widely extended.Sandra left the football.The free arms are held as in the frontispiece.In\nthe actual rotation this position naturally resolves itself into the\nregular Waltz Position.THE STEP OF THE BOSTON\n\nThe preparatory step of the Boston differs materially from that of any\nother Social Dance.Daniel went back to the bathroom.There is _only one position_ of the feet in the\nBoston--the 4th.That is to say, the feet are separated one from the\nother as in walking.On the first count of the measure the whole leg swings freely, and as a\nunit, from the hip, and the foot is put down practically flat upon the\nfloor, where it immediately receives the entire weight of the body", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the bathroom.The weight is held entirely upon this foot during the\nremainder of the measure, whether it be in 3/4 or 2/4 time.The following preparatory exercises must be practiced forward and\nbackward until the movements become natural, before proceeding.In going backward, the foot must be carried to the rear as far as\npossible, and the weight must always be perpendicular to the supporting\nfoot.Sandra went to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.These movements are identical with walking, and except the particular\ncare which must be bestowed upon the placing of the foot on the first\ncount of the measure, they require no special degree of attention.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.On the second count the free leg swings forward until the knee has\nbecome entirely straightened, and is held, suspended, during the third\ncount of the measure.This should be practiced, first with the weight\nresting upon the entire sole of the supporting foot, and then, when this\nhas been perfectly accomplished, the same exercise may be supplemented\nby raising the heel (of the supporting foot) on the second count and\nlowering it on the third count.Mary moved to the office.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.John travelled to the bathroom._Great care must be taken not to divide\nthe weight._\n\nFor the purpose of instruction, it is well to practice these steps to\nMazurka music, because of the clearness of the count.John journeyed to the office.John took the milk there.[Illustration]\n\nWhen the foregoing exercises have been so fully mastered as to become,\nin a sense, muscular habits, we may, with safety, add the next feature.Daniel travelled to the garden.This consists in touching the floor with the point of the free foot, at\na point as far forward or backward as can be done without dividing the\nweight, on the second count of the measure.Mary went to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Thus, we have accomplished,\nas it were, an interrupted, or, at least, an arrested step, and this is\nthe true essence of the Boston.Too great care cannot be expended upon this phase of the step, and it\nmust be practiced over and over again, both forward and backward, until\nthe movement has become second nature.John discarded the milk.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the office.All this must precede any attempt\nto turn.Sandra went back to the office.The turning of the Boston is simplicity itself, but it is, nevertheless,\nthe one point in the instruction which is most bothersome to\nlearners.Daniel picked up the milk there.The turn is executed upon the ball of _the supporting foot_,\nand consists in twisting half round without lifting either foot from the\nground.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John went to the garden.In this, the weight is held altogether upon the supporting foot,\nand there is no crossing.In carrying the foot forward for the second movement, the knees must\npass close to one another, and care must be taken that _the entire half\nturn comes upon the last count of the measure_.To sum up:--\n\nStarting with the weight upon the left footDaniel travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.[Illustration]\n\nStarting again, this time with the weight wholly upon the right foot,\nand with the left leg extended backward, and the point of the left foot\nlightly touching the floor, step backward, throwing the weight entirely\nupon the left foot which sinks to a position flat upon the floor, as\nshown in the illustration facing page 21, (count 4); carry the right\nfoot quickly backward, and touch with the point as far back as possible\nupon the line of direction without dividing the weight, at the same time\nraising the left heel as in the illustration facing page 22, (count 5);\nand complete the rotation by executing a half-turn to the right,\nforward, upon the ball of the left foot, simultaneously lowering the\nleft heel, and finishing as in the illustration facing page 24, (count\n6).THE REVERSE\n\nThe reverse of the step should be acquired at the same time as the\nrotation to the right, and it is, therefore, of great importance to\nalternate from the right to the left rotation from the beginning of the\nturning exercise.Daniel went back to the bedroom.The reverse itself, that is to say, the act of\nalternating is effected in a single measure without turning (see\npreparatory exercise, page 13) which may be taken backward by the\ngentleman and forward by the lady, whenever they have completed a whole\nturn.John left the milk.Daniel got the apple there.The mechanism of the reverse turn is exactly the same as that of the\nturn to the right, except that it is accomplished with the other foot,\nand in the opposite direction.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra went to the bathroom.There is no better or more efficacious exercise to perfect the Boston,\nthan that which is made up of one complete turn to the right, a measure\nto reverse, and a complete turn to the left.This should be practised\nuntil one has entirely mastered the motion and rhythm of the dance.The\nwriter has used this exercise in all his work, and finds it not only\nhelpful and interesting to the pupil, but of special advantage in\nobviating the possibility of dizziness, and the consequent\nunpleasantness and loss of time.John went to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.[Illustration]\n\nAfter acquiring a degree of ease in the execution of these movements to\nMazurka music, it is advisable to vary the rhythm by the introduction of\nSpanish or other clearly accented Waltz music, before using the more\nliquid compositions of Strauss or such modern song waltzes as those of\nDanglas, Sinibaldi, etc.The first volume issued to the members of the Camden Society in return\nfor the present year's subscription affords in more than one way\nevidence of the utility of that Society.John travelled to the office.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the hallway.It is an account _of Moneys\nreceived and paid for Secret Services of Charles II.and James II._, and\nis edited by Mr.Sandra dropped the milk.in the possession of William Selby\nLowndes, Esq.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Of the value of the book as materials towards illustrating\nthe history of the period over which the payments extend, namely from\nMarch 1679 to December 1688, there can be as little doubt, as there can\nbe that but for the Camden Society it never could have been published.As a publishing speculation it could not have tempted any bookseller;\neven if its owner would have consented to its being so given to the\nworld: and yet that in the simple entries of payments to the Duchess of\nPortsmouth, to \"Mrs.Ellinor Gwynne,\" to \"Titus Oates,\" to the\nPendrells, &c., will be found much to throw light upon many obscure\npassages of this eventful period of our national history, it is probable\nthat future editions of Mr.Macaulay's brilliant narrative of it will\nafford ample proof._The Antiquarian Etching Club_, which was instituted two or three years\nsince for the purpose of rescuing from oblivion, and preserving by means\nof the graver, objects of antiquarian interest, has just issued the\nfirst part of its publications for 1851.This contains twenty-one plates\nof various degrees of merit, but all of great interest to the antiquary,\nwho looks rather for fidelity of representation than for artistic\neffect.John went to the garden.John travelled to the bedroom.CATALOGUES RECEIVED.--G.John took the milk there.High Holborn), Catalogue, Part\nLI., containing many singularly Curious Books; James Darling's (Great\nQueen Street, Lincoln's Inn Fields) Catalogue, Part 49. of Books chiefly\nTheological.Daniel moved to the garden.BOOKS AND ODD VOLUMES WANTED TO PURCHASE.Sandra went to the hallway.ALBERT LUNEL, a Novel in 3 Vols.John grabbed the football there.John left the football.ADAMS' SERMON ON THE OBLIGATION OF VIRTUE.ENGRAVED PORTRAITS OF BISHOP BUTLER.DENS' THEOLOGIA MORALIS ET DOGMATICA.John discarded the milk.and V.\n\nART JOURNAL.Pilgrims of the\nRhine, Alice, and Zanoni.Sandra got the apple there.KIRBY'S BRIDGEWATER TREATISE.The _Second Vol._ of CHAMBER'S CYCLOPAEDIA OF ENGLISH LITERATURE.MITFORD'S HISTORY OF GREECE, continued by Davenport.Mary moved to the hallway.Published by Tegg and Son, 1835.L'ABBE DE SAINT PIERRE, PROJET DE PAIX PERPETUELLE.Sandra went to the bedroom.AIKIN'S SELECT WORKS OF THE BRITISH POETS.CAXTON'S REYNARD THE FOX (Percy Society Edition).Deux Livres de la Haine de Satan et des Malins Esprits\ncontre l'Homme.Sandra picked up the football there.CHEVALIER RAMSAY, ESSAI DE POLITIQUE, ou l'on traite de la Necessite, de\nl'Origine, des Droits, des", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John travelled to the office.John journeyed to the garden.La Haye, without date, but printed in 1719.Mary got the football there.Second Edition, under the title \"Essai Philosophique sur le\nGouvernement Civil, selon les Principes de Fenelon,\" 12mo.Mary left the football there.THE CRY OF THE OPPRESSED, being a True and Tragical Account of the\nunparalleled Sufferings of Multitudes of Poor Imprisoned Debtors, &c.\nLondon, 1691.Daniel got the football there.MARKHAM'S HISTORY OF FRANCE.Sandra got the milk there.John travelled to the office.MARKHAM'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND.Mary travelled to the garden.HUME'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND.Sandra travelled to the garden.RUSSELL'S EUROPE FROM THE PEACE OF UTRECHT.John moved to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra put down the milk.Mary grabbed the milk there.[Star symbol] Letters, stating particulars and lowest price,\n  _carriage free_, to be sent to MR.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John journeyed to the hallway.John went back to the office.BELL, Publisher of \"NOTES AND\n  QUERIES,\" 186.Sandra went back to the office.John journeyed to the bedroom._We cannot say whether the Queries referred to by our\ncorrespondent have been received, unless he informs us to what subjects\nthey related._\n\nC. P. PH*** _is thanked for his corrigenda to_ Vol.John went to the bathroom._The proper reading of the line referred to, which is from Nat.John travelled to the kitchen.Lee's_ Alexander the Great, _is_,--\n\n      \"When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.\"Daniel moved to the hallway.John travelled to the bedroom.Daniel put down the football._See_ \"NOTES AND QUERIES,\" No._The oft quoted lines_,--\n\n      \"He that fights and runs away,\" &c.,\n\n_by Sir John Menzies, have already been fully illustrated in our\ncolumns.Mary went to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the garden.'s _communication respecting this family_,\nNo.Mary journeyed to the hallway.469., _for_ \"-_a_pham\" _and_ \"Me_a_pham\" read \"-_o_pham\"\n_and_ \"Me_o_pham.\"Sandra went back to the bedroom.CIRCULATION OF OUR PROSPECTUSES BY CORRESPONDENTS.John moved to the office._The suggestion of_\nT. E. H., _that by way of hastening the period when we shall be\njustified in permanently enlarging our Paper to 24 pages, we should\nforward copies of our_ PROSPECTUS _to correspondents who would kindly\nenclose them to such friends as they think likely, from their love of\nliterature, to become subscribers to_ \"NOTES AND QUERIES,\" _hasDaniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the hallway.Mary travelled to the kitchen.We shall be most happy to forward Prospectuses for\nthis purpose to any other of our friends able and willing thus to assist\ntowards increasing our circulation._\n\nREPLIES RECEIVED.--_Trepidation talked--Carling Sunday--To learn by\nHeart--Abel represented with Horns--Moore's Almanack--Dutch\nLiterature--Prenzie--Pope Joan--Death--Gillingham--Lines on the\nTemple--Champac--Children at a Birth--Mark for a Dollar--Window\nTax--Tradescants--Banks Family--A regular Mull--Theory of the Earth's\nForm--Heronsewes--Verse Lyon--Brittanicus--By the Bye--Baldrocks--A\nKemble Pipe--Republic of San Marino--Mythology of the Stars._\n\nVOLS.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office._and_ II., _each with very copious Index, may still be had,\nprice 9s.John journeyed to the office.John moved to the garden.Daniel grabbed the milk there.each._\n\nNOTES AND QUERIES _may be procured, by order, of all Booksellers and\nNewsvenders.John moved to the kitchen.John moved to the garden.Flushed with success and eager to gain the Lynchburg pike, along which\nimmense wagon and siege trains were rapidly moving, the regiment was\nordered to charge.Daniel took the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.Mary went back to the office.Daniel left the football.Three times did it try to break through the enemy's\nlines, but failed.Mary got the apple there.John travelled to the bedroom.John moved to the hallway.Colonel Pennington arrived on the field with the rest\nof the brigade, when, altogether, a rush was made, but it failed.Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra moved to the garden.Then\nCuster, with the whole division, tried it, but he, too, failed.Daniel dropped the milk.Charge and\ncharge again, was now the order, but it was done in driblets, without\norganization and in great disorder.General Custer was here, there, and\neverywhere, urging the men forward with cheers and oaths.The great prize\nwas so nearly in his grasp that it seemed a pity to lose it; but the rebel\ninfantry held on hard and fast, while his artillery belched out death and\ndestruction on every side of us.Merritt and night were fast coming on, so\nas soon as a force, however small, was organized, it was hurled forward,\nonly to recoil in confusion and loss.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary put down the apple.Confident that this mode of fighting\nwould not bring us success, and fearful lest the enemy should assume the\noffensive, which, in our disorganized state, must result in disaster, I\nwent to General Custer soon after dark, and said to him that if he would\nlet me get my", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra took the football there.He\nexcitedly replied, \"Never mind your regiment; take anything and everything\nyou can find, horse-holders and all, and break through: we must get hold\nof the pike to-night.\"Sandra left the football.Acting on this order, a force was soon organized by\nme, composed chiefly of the Second New York, but in part of other\nregiments, undistinguishable in the darkness.Sandra went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.With this I made a charge\ndown a narrow lane, which led to an open field where the rebel artillery\nwas posted.Daniel travelled to the hallway.John went to the hallway.As the charging column debouched from the woods, six bright\nlights suddenly flashed directly before us.A toronado of canister-shot\nswept over our heads, and the next instant we were in the battery.John journeyed to the bedroom.The\nline was broken, and the enemy routed.John picked up the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.Custer, with the whole division,\nnow pressed through the gap pell-mell, in hot pursuit, halting for neither\nprisoners nor guns, until the road to Lynchburg, crowded with wagons and\nartillery, was in our possession.Mary went back to the office.We then turned short to the right and\nheaded for the Appomattox Court House; but just before reaching it we\ndiscovered the thousands of camp fires of the rebel army, and the pursuit\nwas checked.Daniel moved to the office.The enemy had gone into camp, in fancied security that his\nroute to Lynchburg was still open before him; and he little dreamed that\nour cavalry had planted itself directly across his path, until some of our\nmen dashed into Appomattox Court House, where, unfortunately, Lieutenant\nColonel Root, of the Fifteenth New York Cavalry, was instantly killed by a\npicket guard.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary picked up the football there.After we had seized the road, we were joined by other\ndivisions of the cavalry corps which came to our assistance, but too late\nto take part in the fight.Daniel dropped the apple there.Owing to the night attack, our regiments were so mixed up that it took\nhours to reorganize them.When this was effected, we marched near to the\nrailroad station and bivouacked.Daniel went to the kitchen.We threw ourselves on the ground\nto rest, but not to sleep.We knew that the infantry was hastening to our\nassistance, but unless they joined us before sunrise, our cavalry line\nwould be brushed away, and the rebels would escape after all our hard work\nto head them off from Lynchburg.About daybreak I was aroused by loud\nhurrahs, and was told that Ord's corps was coming up rapidly, and forming\nin rear of our cavalry.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Soon after we were in the saddle and moving\ntowards the Appomattox Court House road, where the firing was growing\nlively; but suddenly our direction was changed, and the whole cavalry\ncorps rode at a gallopDaniel travelled to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "At several places we had to \"run the gauntlet\" of fire from the enemy's\nguns posted around the Court House, but this only added to the interest\nof the scene, for we felt it to be the last expiring effort of the enemy\nto put on a bold front; we knew that we had them this time, and that at\nlast Lee's proud army of Northern Virginia was at our mercy.While moving\nat almost a charging gait we were suddenly brought to a halt by reports of\na surrender.John went back to the hallway.General Sheridan and his staff rode up, and left in hot haste\nfor the Court House; but just after leaving us, they were fired into by a\nparty of rebel cavalry, who also opened fire on us, to which we promptly\nreplied, and soon put them to flight.Our lines were then formed for a\ncharge on the rebel infantry; but while the bugles were sounding the\ncharge, an officer with a white flag rode out from the rebel lines, and we\nhalted.It was fortunate for us that we halted when we did, for had we\ncharged we would have been swept into eternity, as directly in our front\nwas a creek, on the other side of which was a rebel brigade, entrenched,\nwith batteries in position, the guns double shotted with canister.To have\ncharged this formidable array, mounted, would have resulted in almost\ntotal annihilation.(_Weeps._) O\nJane, how tedious, how tedious life is!(_Enter SINGLETON CODDLE, door R._)\n\nCODDLE (_book in hand, from which he reads._) \"Deafness is one of the\nmost distressing afflictions which can attack mankind.\"JANE (_shouts in his ear_).Daniel went back to the garden.(_Holds it before\nhis eyes._)\n\nCODDLE.(_Takes letter._) You\nneedn't stick letters into my eye, Jane: you only need tell me you have\nthem.(_Sits._)\n\nEGLANTINE.If I could only manage to\npeep over his shoulder!John moved to the bedroom.He can't never hear his\nown voice, and don't know but he's reading to himself.He thinks out\nloud too; and I knows every thing he has on his mind.Daniel moved to the kitchen.It's quite a\nblessing, really.Sandra travelled to the garden.(_Puts on glasses; catches sight of EGLANTINE._) Tut, tut,\nEglantine!Ten to one it's\nconfidential too!Daniel picked up the football there.(_Crosses left, and reads aloud._) \"My dear Coddle,\nI flatter myself I have found a son-in-law to your taste at last,--a\nnephew of mine, young, well educated, brilliant, and rich.Didn't I tell you so, miss?all very well, all very well, friend Pottle; but not the\nman for _me_.There, miss, just what I told ye.I shall be in despair; I shall go crazy.For mercy's sake,\ncalm yourselfSandra took the milk there.Sandra left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "When life is the same dull round day after day!Daniel travelled to the hallway.(_Exit R., furious._)\n\nJANE (_carrying out the vase_).Her pa ain't got no\nsense.--Ugh!Sandra went to the office.(_Exit L._)\n\nCODDLE.Sandra moved to the hallway.deafness is indeed a distressing affliction.A pause._) Still every cloud has its silver side.Daniel got the football there.Without\nmy deafness I never could have survived the conversation--God\nforgive me!--of my poor dear wife.It killed her; for, finding me\nprovidentially beyond her reach, her loquacity struck in, and--there\nshe was.But now an inscrutable Providence has taken her from me,\n(_Sighs deeply_) it would console me to hear a little.John went to the office.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.I wrote to a fellow who\nadvertises to cure deafness instantaneously by electro-acoustico\nmagnetism, and the impudent impostor hasn't taken the trouble to\nanswer.(_Takes\nbook again, and reads._) \"In treating deafness, it should first be\nascertained whether the tympanum be thickened or perforated, and\nwhether also the minute bones of the auricular organ are yet intact.\"(_Sticks little finger in his ear._) I _think_ they're all right.Daniel put down the football there.Mary went back to the office.Sandra got the football there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.(_Reads._) \"And, further, be certain that the Eustachian tube is free\nfrom obstruction.\"Sandra left the football.Daniel picked up the milk there.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.I wonder whether my Eustachian tube is obstructed.Enter JANE\nL.; drops flower-pot._) Jane!John went to the hallway.It's quite a pleasure to smash things when\nhe's round.(_Throws pieces out of window._) Heads there!(_Rises._) I must go for her.John went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.(_Sees her at window;\nshouts in her ear._) Jane!Sandra went back to the bedroom.JANE (_puts hands to ears_).Mary journeyed to the kitchen.This is the fifteenth time I've called you.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Yes, old wretch,--deaf when I want to be.(_Both\ncome down._)\n\nCODDLE.I'd like to wring your bothersome neck.Look into my ear, Jane, and tell me\nwhether my Eustachian tube is obstructed.(_Shouts._) I can't see _nothing_.Jane, I hope you're not losing your voice.Daniel dropped the milk.You don't speak half\nso loudly as usual.Perhaps I'd better have it swabbed out, then.Daniel got the milk there.Mary grabbed the apple there.Luncheon's ready, do you say?Mary left the apple.Jane, I\nSandra went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary went to the kitchen.Yes: a very faithful, good, affectionate servant, Jane.I\nhaven't forgotten you in my will, Jane.You'll find I've got you\ndown there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.I won't say how much, but something handsome, depend on\nit,--something handsome.Sandra travelled to the office.John went back to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.(_Sits down, and takes up book again._)\n\nJANE.I've heard him say so\na score of times.He calls that handsome for busting my voice in his\nservice.Daniel left the football.Daniel got the football there.(_Cries outside._)\n\nVOICES.Sandra travelled to the hallway.(_Gun fired under window._)\n\nCODDLE.John got the apple there.Yes, Jane, you'll be satisfied, I promise you.(_Another gun\nheard._) Heaven will reward you for your care of me, my faithful girl.(_Looks up._) Why, where the devil has the woman gone to?CODDLE (_goes to window_).Daniel dropped the football.JANE (_shouts in his ear_).Mary picked up the football there.Man with a gun in your garden, smashing the\nmelon-frames, treading on the flower-beds!--Hey, you feller!Daniel moved to the garden.(_Noise of breaking glass._)\n\nCODDLE (_looks out_).The villain is smashing every thing I have in\nthe world!Mary went back to the garden.(_Seizes gun, JANE takes up a broom._) Follow me, Jane; follow\nme.(_Both exeunt door in flat._)\n\n    (_Enter WASHINGTON WHITWELL, left, gun in hand.John took the milk there.Slams door behind\n    him, advances on tiptoe, finger on trigger--glances around._)\n\nWHITWELL.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John went to the office.(_Sets gun down._) He certainly ran into this house!whose\nhouse is it, by the way?Never saw a finer hare in my life.Sandra went to the bedroom.In all\nmy experience I never saw a finer hare!Sandra went back to the bathroom.We therefore\nreasonably infer that the nitrogenous substance is necessary for this\npurpose.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Mary left the football.Experiment has borne this out, for men who have been compelled\nto live without nitrogenous food by dire necessity, and criminals on\nwhom the experiment has been tried, have all perished sooner or later in\nconsequence.When nitrogenous substances are used in the body, they\nare, of course, broken up and oxidized, or perhaps we ought to say more\naccurately, they take the place of the tissues of the body which wear\naway and are carried off by oxidation and other chemical changes.Now, modern science tell us that such changes are accompanied with\nmanifestations of energy in some form or other, most frequently in\nthat of heat, and we must look, therefore, upon nitrogenous food\nas contributing to the energy of the body in addition to its", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.What are the substances which we may class as nitrogenous.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.In the first\nplace, we have the typical example of the purest form in _albumin_,\nor white of egg; and from this the name is now given to the class of\n_albuminates_.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.The animal albuminates are: Albumin from eggs, fibrin\nfrom muscles, or flesh, myosin, or synronin, also from animals, casein\n(or cheesy matter) from milk, and the nitrogenous substances from blood.In the vegetable kingdom, we have glutin, or vegetable fibrin, which is\nthe nourishing constituent of wheat, barley, oats, etc.; and legumin,\nor vegetable casein, which is the peculiar substance found in peas and\nbeans.The other organic constituents--viz., the fats and the starches\nand sugars--contain no nitrogen, and were at one time thought to be\nconcerned in producing animal heat.We now know--thanks to the labors of Joule, Lyon Playfair, Clausius,\nTyndall, Helmholtz, etc.--that heat itself is a mode of motion, a form\nof convertible energy, which can be made to do useful or productive\nwork, and be expressed in terms of actual work done.Modern experiment\nshows that all our energy is derived from that of food, and, in\nparticular from the non-nitrogenous part of it, that is, the fat,\nstarch, and sugar.Daniel went back to the hallway.The nutrition of man is best maintained when he is\nprovided with a due admixture of all the four classes of aliment which\nwe have mentioned, and not only that, but he is also better off if he\nhas a variety of each class.Daniel picked up the football there.Thus he may and ought to have albumen,\nfibrine, gluten, and casein among the albuminates, or at least two of\nthem; butter and lard, or suet, or oil among the fats; starch of wheat,\npotato, rice, peas, etc., and cane-sugar, and milk-sugar among the\ncarbo-hydrates.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.The salts cannot be replaced, so far as we know.Life\nmay be maintained in fair vigor for some time on albuminates only, but\nthis is done at the expense of the tissues, especially the fat of the\nbody, and the end must soon come; with fat and carbo hydrates alone\nvigor may also be maintained for some time, at the expense of the\ntissues also, but the limit is a near one, In either of these cases we\nsuppose sufficient water and salts to be provided.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.We must now inquire into the quantities of food necessary; and this\nnecessitates a little consideration of the way in which the work of\nthe body is carried on.Daniel journeyed to the office.We must look upon the human body exactly as a\nmachine; like an engine with which we are all so familiar.A certain\namount of work requires to be done, sayDaniel grabbed the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "This amount of fuel must bear a certain proportion\nto the work, and also to the velocity with which it is done, so both\nquantity and time have to be accounted for.No lecture on diet would be complete without a reference to the vexed\nquestion of alcohol.John travelled to the bathroom.I am no teetotal advocate, and I repudiate the\nrubbish too often spouted from teetotal platforms, talk that is,\nperhaps, inseparable from the advocacy of a cause that imports a good\ndeal of enthusiasm.I am at one, however, in recognizing the evils of\nexcess, and would gladly hail their diminution.John travelled to the hallway.But I believe that\nalcohol properly used may be a comfort and a blessing, just as I know\nthat improperly used it becomes a bane and a curse.Mary picked up the milk there.But we are now\nconcerned with it as an article of diet in relation to useful work, and\nit may be well to call attention markedly to the fact that its use in\nthis way is very limited.Mary went back to the bedroom.Parkes, made\nin our laboratory, at Netley, were conclusive on the point, that beyond\nan amount that would be represented by about one and a half to two pints\nof beer, alcohol no longer provided any convertible energy, and that,\ntherefore, to take it in the belief that it did do so is an error.Sandra took the football there.It may give a momentary stimulus in considerable doses, but this is\ninvariably followed by a corresponding depression, and it is a maxim now\ngenerally followed, especially on service, never to give it before or\nduring work.There are, of course, some persons who are better without\nit altogether, and so all moderation ought to be commended, if not\nenjoyed.Sandra moved to the office.Sandra went back to the bathroom.There are other beverages which are more useful than the alcoholic,\nas restoratives, and for support in fatigue.John journeyed to the bedroom.[Illustration: GAS FURNACE FOR BAKING REFRACTORY PRODUCTS.]In the lower part of the smoking furnace, which is made of boiler plate\nand can be put in communication with the tube, e, there are large\napertures that may be wholly or partially closed by means of registers\nso as to carry to the hot gas derived from combustion any quantity\nwhatever of cold and dry air, and thus cause a variation at will of the\ntemperature of the gases which are disengaged from the tube, e.\n\nThe use of these smoking apparatus heated by gas does away also with the\ninconveniences of the ordinary system, in which the products are soiled\nby cinders or dust, and which render the gradual heating of objects to\nbe baked difficult.At the beginning, there is allowed to enter the\nlower part of the small furnace, S, through the apertures, a very\nconsiderable quantity of cold air, so as to lower the temperature of the\nsmoke gas that escapes from the tube, e, to 30 or 50 degrees.Afterward,\nthese secondary air entrances are gradually closed so as to increase the\ntemperature of the gases at will.*", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Air, like every other gas or combination of gases, possesses weight;\nsome persons who have been taught that the air exerts a pressure of 14.7\nlb.per square inch, cannot, however, be got to realize the fact that a\ncubit foot of air at the same pressure and at a temperature of 62 deg.weighs the thirteenth part of a pound, or over one ounce; 13.141 cubic\nfeet of air weigh one pound.In round numbers 30,000 cubic feet of air\nweigh one ton; this is a useful figure to remember, and it is easily\ncarried in the mind.John moved to the bedroom.A hall 61 feet long, 30 feet wide, and 17 feet high\nwill contain one ton of air.1]\n\nThe work to be done by a fan consists in putting a weight--that of the\nair--in motion.The resistances incurred are due to the inertia of the\nair and various frictional influences; the nature and amount of these\nlast vary with the construction of the fan.Sandra journeyed to the office.As the air enters at the\ncenter of the fan and escapes at the circumference, it will be seen that\nits motion is changed while in the fan through a right angle.It may\nalso be taken for granted that within certain limits the air has no\nmotion in a radial direction when it first comes in contact with a fan\nblade.It is well understood that, unless power is to be wasted, motion\nshould be gradually imparted to any body to be moved.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Consequently, the\nshape of the blades ought to be such as will impart motion at first\nslowly and afterward in a rapidly increasing ratio to the air.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.It is\nalso clear that the change of motion should be effected as gradually as\npossible.John went back to the office.1 shows how a fan should not be constructed; Fig.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.2 will\nserve to give an idea of how it should be made.1 it will be seen that the air, as indicated by the bent arrows,\nis violently deflected on entering the fan.Sandra went to the garden.2 it will be seen\nthat it follows gentle curves, and so is put gradually in motion.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.The\ncurved form of the blades shown in Fig.2 does not appear to add much to\nthe efficiency of a fan; but it adds something and keeps down noise.Sandra moved to the hallway.The\nidea is that the fan blades when of this form push the air radially from\nthe center to the circumference.The fact is, however, that the air\nflies outward under the influence of centrifugal force, and always tends\nto move at a tangent to the fan blades, as in Fig.Daniel picked up the apple there.3, where the circle\nis the path of the tips of the fan blades, and the arrow is a tangent to\nthat path; and to impart this notion a radial blade, as at C, is perhaps\nas good as any other, as far as efficiency is concerned.Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Concerning the", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra took the milk there.Various forms\nare adopted by different makers, the straight side and the curved sides,\nas shown in Fig.Sandra journeyed to the garden.The proportions as regards\nlength to breadth are also varied continually.In fact, no two makers of\nfans use the same shapes.Sandra dropped the milk there.3]\n\nAs the work done by a fan consists in imparting motion at a stated\nvelocity to a given weight of air, it is very easy to calculate the\npower which must be expended to do a certain amount of work.The\nvelocity at which the air leaves the fan cannot be greater than that of\nthe fan tips.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.In a good fan it may be about two-thirds of that speed.John travelled to the garden.The resistance to be overcome will be found by multiplying the area of\nthe fan blades by the pressure of the air and by the velocity of the\ncenter of effort, which must be determined for every fan according to\nthe shape of its blades.The velocity imparted to the air by the fan\nwill be just the same as though the air fell in a mass from a given\nheight.This height can be found by the formula h = v squared / 64; that is to\nsay, if the velocity be multiplied by itself and divided by 64 we have\nthe height.Thus, let the velocity be 88 per second, then 88 x 88 =\n7,744, and 7,744 / 64 = 121.A stone or other body falling from a height\nof 121 feet would have a velocity of 88 per second at the earth.The\npressure against the fan blades will be equal to that of a column of air\nof the height due to the velocity, or, in this case, 121 feet.We\nhave seen that in round numbers 13 cubic feet of air weigh one pound,\nconsequently a column of air one square foot in section and 121 feet\nhigh, will weigh as many pounds as 13 will go times into 121.John went to the kitchen.Now, 121\n/ 13 = 9.3, and this will be the resistance in pounds per _square foot_\novercome by the fan.John got the apple there.Let the aggregate area of all the blades be 2\nsquare feet, and the velocity of the center of effort 90 feet per\nsecond, then the power expended will bve (90 x 60 x 2 x 9.3) / 33,000\n= 3.04 horse power.Daniel moved to the bathroom.The quantity of air delivered ought to be equal in\nvolume to that of a column with a sectional area equal that of one fan\nblade moving at 88 feet per second, or a mile a minute.The blade having\nan area of 1 square foot, the delivery ought to be 5,280 feet per\nminute, weighing 5,280 / 13 = 406.1 lb.In practice we need hardly say\nthat such an efficiency is never attained.With love\n\n                  C. A. S. HALL.John dropped the apple.------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                        Daniel moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\n                       AUGUSTA LARNED\u2019S TRIBUTE.The following tribute was written by Miss Augusta Larned, and published\nin the _Christian Register_ of July 28, 1892:\n\n    There is one master link in the family bond, as there is one\n    keystone in the arch.Often we know not its binding power until it\n    is taken away.John journeyed to the kitchen.John took the milk there.Then the home begins to crumble and fall into\n    confusion, and the distinct atoms, like beads from a broken string,\n    roll off into distant corners.Sandra took the football there.We turn our thoughts to one who made\n    the ideal home, pervaded it, filled its every part like air and\n    sunshine coming in at open windows, as unobtrusive as gentle.Daniel travelled to the hallway.A\n    spiritual attraction drew all to this centre.It was not what she\n    said or did; it was what she was that inclined footsteps to her\n    door.Daniel picked up the apple there.Those who once felt that subtle, penetrating sweetness felt\n    they must return to bask in it again and again.Mary travelled to the bedroom.So she never lost\n    friends by a loss more pathetic than death.There were no\n    dislocations in her life.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.The good she did seemed to enter the pores of the spirit, and to\n    uplift in unknown ways the poor degraded ideal of our lives.The\n    secret of her help was not exuberance, but stillness and rest.Ever\n    more and more the beautiful secret eluded analysis.John went back to the hallway.It shone out of\n    her eyes.It lingered in the lovely smile that irradiated her face,\n    and made every touch and tone a benediction.Even the dullest\n    perception must have seen that her life was spiritual, based on\n    unselfishness and charity.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John dropped the milk there.Beside her thoughtfulness and tender care\n    all other kinds of self-abnegation seemed poor.She lived in the\n    higher range of being.Sandra went back to the garden.The purity of her face and the clearness of\n    her eyes was a rebuke to all low motives.John went back to the kitchen.But no word of criticism\n    fell from her lips.Mary moved to the office.Sandra went to the hallway.She was ready to take into her all-embracing\n    tenderness those whom others disliked and shunned.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Her gentle nature\n    found a thousand excuses for their faults.Life had been hard with\n    them; and, for this reason, she must be lenient.Daniel dropped the apple.The good in each\n    soulJohn went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "She reverenced it even\n    in its evil admixture as a manifestation of the divine.She shunned the smallest witticism at another\u2019s expense, lest she\n    should pain or soil that pure inner mirror of conscience by an\n    exaggeration.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.To the poor\n    and despised she never condescended, but poured out her love and\n    charity as the woman of Scripture broke the box of precious ointment\n    to anoint the Master\u2019s feet.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.All human beings received their due\n    meed of appreciation at her hands.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.She disregarded the conventional\n    limits a false social order has set up, shunning this one and\n    honoring that one, because of externals.She was not afraid of\n    losing her place in society by knowing the wrong people.She went\n    her way with a strange unworldliness through all the prickly hedges,\n    daring to be true to her own nature.She drew no arbitrary lines\n    between human beings.The rich\n    were not welcome for their riches, nor the poor for their poverty;\n    but all were welcome for their humanity.Her door was as the door of a shrine because the fair amenities were\n    always found within.John got the milk there.Hospitality to her was as sacred as the hearth\n    altar to the ancients.John dropped the milk.If she had not money to give the mendicant,\n    she gave that something infinitely better,\u2014the touch of human\n    kinship.Many came for the dole she had to bestow, the secret\n    charity that was not taken from her superfluity, but from her need.Her lowliness of heart was like that of a little child.How could a\n    stranger suspect that she was a deep and profound student?Her\n    researches had led her to the largest, most liberal faith in God and\n    the soul and the spirit of Christ incarnate in humanity.The study\n    of nature, to which she was devoted, showed her no irreconcilable\n    break between science and religion.Sandra moved to the garden.She could follow the boldest\n    flights of the speculative spirit or face the last analysis of the\n    physicist, while she clung to God and the witness of her own being.Daniel went back to the hallway.She aimed at an all-round culture, that one part of her nature might\n    not be dwarfed by over-balance and disproportion.But it was the high thinking that went on with the daily doing of\n    common duties that made her life so exceptional.A scholar in the\n    higher realms of knowledge, a thinker, a seeker after truth, but,\n    above all, the mother, the wife, the bread-giver to the household.Sandra discarded the football.John moved to the hallway.It was a great privilege to know this woman who aped", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John grabbed the milk there.*       *       *       *       *\n\n    But love and self-forgetfulness and tender service wear out the\n    silver cord.It was fretted away silently, without complaint, the\n    face growing ever more seraphic, at moments almost transparent with\n    the shining of an inner light.John left the milk.One trembled to look on that\n    spiritual beauty.Sandra took the milk there.Surely, the light of a near heaven was there.Silently, without complaint or murmur, she was preparing for the\n    great change.Far-away thoughts lay mirrored in her clear, shining\n    eyes.Sandra moved to the kitchen.She had seen upon the mount the pattern of another life.Still\n    no outward change in duty-doing, in tender care for others.Then one\n    day she lay down and fell asleep like a little child on its mother\u2019s\n    breast, with the inscrutable smile on her lips.Sandra put down the milk.She who had been\n    \u201cmothering\u201d everybody all her life long was at last gathered gently\n    and painlessly into the Everlasting Arms.I HAD a client in R---- by the name of Monell; and it was from him I\nhad planned to learn the best way of approaching Mrs.When,\ntherefore, I was so fortunate as to meet him, almost on my arrival,\ndriving on the long road behind his famous trotter Alfred, I regarded\nthe encounter as a most auspicious beginning of a very doubtful\nenterprise.was his exclamation as, the first\ngreetings passed, we drove rapidly into town.John journeyed to the office.\"Your part in it goes pretty smoothly,\" I returned; and thinking I could\nnever hope to win his attention to my own affairs till I had satisfied\nhim in regard to his, I told him all I could concerning the law-suit\nthen pending; a subject so prolific of question and answer, that we\nhad driven twice round the town before he remembered he had a letter to\npost.As it was an important one, admitting of no delay, we hasted at\nonce to the post-office, where he went in, leaving me outside to watch\nthe rather meagre stream of goers and comers who at that time of day\nmake the post-office of a country town their place of rendezvous.Among\nthese, for some reason, I especially noted one middle-aged woman; why, I\ncannot say; her appearance was anything but remarkable.And yet when\nshe came out, with two letters in her hand, one in a large and one in a\nsmall envelope, and meeting my eye hastily drew them under her shawl,\nI found myself wondering what was in her letters and who she could be,\nthat the casual glance of a stranger should unconsciously move her to an\naction so suspicious.Monell's reappearance at the same moment,\ndiverted my attention, and in the interest of the conversation that\nfollowed, I soon forgot", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "For determined\nthat he should have no opportunity to revert to that endless topic, a\nlaw case, I exclaimed with the first crack of the whip,--\"There, I knew\nthere was something I wanted to ask you.John went to the hallway.It is this: Are you acquainted\nwith any one is this town by the name of Belden?\"Mary travelled to the bathroom.\"There is a widow Belden in town; I don't know of any other.\"\"Who is she, what is she, and what is the\nextent of your acquaintance with her?\"John took the football there.\"Well,\" said he, \" I cannot conceive why you should be interested in\nsuch an antiquated piece of commonplace goodness as she is, but seeing\nyou ask, I have no objection to telling you that she is the very\nrespectable relict of a deceased cabinetmaker of this town; that she\nlives in a little house down the street there, and that if you have any\nforlorn old tramp to be lodged over night, or any destitute family of\nlittle ones to be looked after, she is the one to go to.As to knowing\nher, I know her as I do a dozen other members of our church there up\nover the hill.Mary travelled to the bedroom.When I see her I speak to her, and that is all.\"\"No; lives alone, has a little income, I believe; must have, to put the\nmoney on the plate she always does; but spends her time in plain sewing\nand such deeds of charity, as one with small means but willing heart can\nfind the opportunity of doing in a town like this.But why in the name\nof wonders do you ask?\"Belden--don't mention it by the\nway--has got mixed up in a case of mine, and I felt it due to my\ncuriosity if not to my purse, to find out something about her.The fact is I would give something, Monell, for the\nopportunity of studying this woman's character.Now couldn't you manage\nto get me introduced into her house in some way that would make it\npossible and proper for me to converse with her at my leisure?Daniel got the apple there.Sandra went back to the hallway.\"Well, I don't know; I suppose it could be done.She used to take\nlodgers in the summer when the hotel was full, and might be induced\nto give a bed to a friend of mine who is very anxious to be near the\npost-office on account of a business telegram he is expecting, and which\nwhen it comes will demand his immediate attention.\"Monell gave\nme a sly wink of his eye, little imagining how near the mark he had\nstruck.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Tell her I have a peculiar dislike to sleeping\nin a public house, and that you know of no one better fitted to\naccommodate me, for the short time I desire to be in town, than\nherself.\"\"And what will be said of my hospitality in allowing you under these\ncircumstances to remain in any other house than my own?\"Mary moved to the hallway.John moved to the bedroom.\"I don't know;John left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"Well, if you persist, we will see what can be done.\"And driving up to\na neat white cottage of homely, but sufficiently attractive appearance,\nhe stopped.Daniel moved to the office.\"This is her house,\" said he, jumping to the ground; \"let's go in and\nsee what we can do.\"Glancing up at the windows, which were all closed save the two on the\nveranda overlooking the street, I thought to myself, \"If she has anybody\nin hiding here, whose presence in the house she desires to keep secret,\nit is folly to hope she will take me in, however well recommended I may\ncome.\"But, yielding to the example of my friend, I alighted in my turn\nand followed him up the short, grass-bordered walk to the front door.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\"As she has no servant, she will come to the door herself, so be ready,\"\nhe remarked as he knocked.I had barely time to observe that the curtains to the window at my left\nsuddenly dropped, when a hasty step made itself heard within, and a\nquick hand drew open the door; and I saw before me the woman whom I\nhad observed at the post-office, and whose action with the letters had\nstruck me as peculiar.I recognized her at first glance, though she\nwas differently dressed, and had evidently passed through some worry or\nexcitement that had altered the expression of her countenance, and\nmade her manner what it was not at that time, strained and a trifle\nuncertain.But I saw no reason for thinking she remembered me.On the\ncontrary, the look she directed towards me had nothing but inquiry in\nit, and when Mr.Monell pushed me forward with the remark, \"A friend\nof mine; in fact my lawyer from New York,\" she dropped a hurried\nold-fashioned curtsey whose only expression was a manifest desire to\nappear sensible of the honor conferred upon her, through the mist of a\ncertain trouble that confused everything about her.John took the milk there.\"We have come to ask a favor, Mrs.Belden; but may we not come in?John travelled to the garden.Now, I've got the call whether he gets\nhis stuff taken off him or whether the boys leave him alone.If I say\nthe word, they'd no more come near him than if he had the cholera--see?An' I'll say it for this oncet, just for you.Sandra moved to the office.Hold on,\" he commanded, as\nthe old man raised his voice in surprised interrogation, \"don't ask no\nquestions, 'cause you won't get no answers 'except lies.You find your\nway back to the Grand Central Depot and wait there, and I'll steer your\nson down to you, sure, as soon as I can find him--see?Now get along, or\nyou'll get me inter trouble.\"\"You've been lying to me, then,\" cried the old man, \"and you're as bad\nas any of them, and my boy's over in that house now.\"Daniel went back to the office.He scrambled up from the stoop, and before the trailer could understand\nwhat he proposed to do,", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "come back out of that, you old fool!\"Snipes was afraid to enter room\nNo.8, but he could hear from the outside the old man challenging Alf\nWolfe in a resonant angry voice that rang through the building.John travelled to the hallway.said Snipes, crouching on the stairs, \"there's goin' to be a\nmuss this time, sure!\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the garden.He ran across the room and pulled open a door that led into another\nroom, but it was empty.Daniel grabbed the apple there.He had fully expected to see his boy murdered\nand quartered, and with his pockets inside out.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel dropped the apple there.He turned on Wolfe,\nshaking his white hair like a mane.Sandra discarded the milk there.Sandra went to the hallway.\"Give me up my son, you rascal you!\"John moved to the kitchen.he cried, \"or I'll get the police, and I'll tell them how you decoy\nhonest boys to your den and murder them.\"Mary moved to the hallway.\"Are you drunk or crazy, or just a little of both?\"\"For a cent I'd throw you out of that window.You're too old to get excited like that; it's not good for you.\"John journeyed to the office.But this only exasperated the old man the more, and he made a lunge\nat the confidence man's throat.Wolfe stepped aside and caught him\naround the waist and twisted his leg around the old man's rheumatic one,\nand held him.\"Now,\" said Wolfe, as quietly as though he were giving a\nlesson in wrestling, \"if I wanted to, I could break your back.\"Daniel took the apple there.The old man glared up at him, panting.\"Your son's not here,\" said\nWolfe, \"and this is a private gentleman's private room.Daniel put down the apple.I could turn\nyou over to the police for assault if I wanted to; but,\" he added,\nmagnanimously, \"I won't.Now get out of here and go home to your wife,\nand when you come to see the sights again don't drink so much raw\nwhiskey.\"He half carried the old farmer to the top of the stairs and\ndropped him, and went back and closed the door.Snipes came up and\nhelped him down and out, and the old man and the boy walked slowly and\nin silence out to the Bowery.Snipes helped his companion into a car and\nput him off at the Grand Central Depot.Daniel got the apple there.The heat and the excitement had\ntold heavily on the old man, and he seemed dazed and beaten.He was leaning on the trailer's shoulder and waiting for his turn in\nthe line in front of the ticket window, when a tall, gawky, good-looking\ncountry lad sprang out of it and at him with an expression of surprise\nand anxiety.\"Father,\" he said, \"father, what's wrong?John journeyed to the hallway.\"Abraham,\" said the old man, simply, and dropped heavily on the younger\nman's shoulderDaniel travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Then he raised his head sternly and said: \"I thought you\nwere murdered, but better that than a thief, Abraham.What did you do with that rascal's letter?The trailer drew cautiously away; the conversation was becoming\nunpleasantly personal.\"I don't know what you're talking about,\" said Abraham, calmly.Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra travelled to the office.\"The\nDeacon gave his consent the other night without the $2,000, and I took\nthe $200 I'd saved and came right on in the fust train to buy the ring.Sandra picked up the apple there.he said, flushing, as he pulled out a little\nvelvet box and opened it.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.The old man was so happy at this that he laughed and cried alternately,\nand then he made a grab for the trailer and pulled him down beside him\non one of the benches.\"You've got to come with me,\" he said, with kind severity.\"You're a\ngood boy, but your folks have let you run wrong.You've been good to\nme, and you said you would get me back my boy and save him from those\nthieves, and I believe now that you meant it.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Now you're just coming\nback with us to the farm and the cows and the river, and you can eat\nall you want and live with us, and never, never see this unclean, wicked\ncity again.\"Snipes looked up keenly from under the rim of his hat and rubbed one of\nhis muddy feet over the other as was his habit.Mary travelled to the garden.The young countryman,\ngreatly puzzled, and the older man smiling kindly, waited expectantly in\nsilence.From outside came the sound of the car-bells jangling, and the\nrattle of cabs, and the cries of drivers, and all the varying rush and\nturmoil of a great metropolis.Green fields, and running rivers, and\nfruit that did not grow in wooden boxes or brown paper cones, were myths\nand idle words to Snipes, but this \"unclean, wicked city\" he knew.John moved to the bathroom.Daniel went to the bathroom.\"I guess you're too good for me,\" he said, with an uneasy laugh.Mary left the football.\"I\nguess little old New York's good enough for me.\"Daniel took the milk there.Mary picked up the football there.John went to the garden.cried the old man, in the tones of greatest concern.\"You would\ngo back to that den of iniquity, surely not,--to that thief Perceval?\"\"Well,\" said the trailer, slowly, \"and he's not such a bad lot, neither.Mary put down the football there.Daniel put down the milk there.You see he could hev broke your neck that time when you was choking him,\nbut he didn't.Daniel grabbed the milk there.There's your train,\" he added hurriedly and jumping away.I'm much 'bliged to you jus' for asking me.\"Daniel went to the kitchen.Two hours later the farmer and his son were making the family weep and\nlaugh over their adventures, as they", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Wolfe to give the signal from the window of room No.John went back to the office.Mary went back to the hallway.\"THERE WERE NINETY AND NINE\"\n\n\nYoung Harringford, or the \"Goodwood Plunger,\" as he was perhaps better\nknown at that time, had come to Monte Carlo in a very different spirit\nand in a very different state of mind from any in which he had ever\nvisited the place before.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.He had come there for the same reason that\na wounded lion, or a poisoned rat, for that matter, crawls away into a\ncorner, that it may be alone when it dies.Mary went back to the bathroom.Even at that early day some braved the\nlong railroad journey to the Atlantic coast.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra got the milk there.Amongst these were our\nfriends the Cluymes, who come not strongly into this history.Mary moved to the office.But many, like the Brinsmades and the Russells,\nthe Tiptons and the Hollingsworths, retired to the local paradise of\ntheir country places on the Bellefontaine road, on the cool heights\nabove the river.Thither, as a respite from the hot office, Stephen was\noften invited by kind Mr.Brinsmade, who sometimes drove him out in his\nown buggy.But Miss Virginia\nCarvel he had never seen since the night he had danced with her.This was because, after her return from the young ladies' school at\nMonticello, she had gone to Glencoe, Glencoe, magic spot, perched high\non wooded highlands.Mary went to the hallway.And under these the Meramec, crystal pure, ran\nlightly on sand and pebble to her bridal with that turbid tyrant, the\nFather of Waters.To reach Glencoe you spent two dirty hours on that railroad which\n(it was fondly hoped) would one day stretch to the Pacific Ocean.Daniel went to the bathroom.You\ngenerally spied one of the big Catherwood boys in the train, or their\ntall sister Maude.Sandra went to the office.John journeyed to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.The Catherwoods likewise lived at Glencoe in the\nsummer.And on some Saturday afternoons a grim figure in a linen duster\nand a silk skull-cap took a seat in the forward car.Daniel moved to the office.That was Judge\nWhipple, on his way to spend a quiet Sunday with Colonel Carvel.Mary went back to the office.John moved to the kitchen.To the surprise of many good people, the Judge had recently formed\nanother habit.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.At least once a week he would drop in at the little house\non Olive Street next to Mr.Sandra went back to the office.Brinsmade's big one, which was shut up, and\ntake tea with Mrs.Afterward he would sit on the little porch\nover the garden in the rear, or on the front steps, and watch the\nbob-tailed horse-cars go by.Daniel moved to the kitchen.John took the football there.HisJohn left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Rarely to Stephen; whose wholesome respect for his employer\nhad in no wise abated.John went back to the office.Mary went back to the hallway.Through the stifling heat of these summer days Stephen sat in the outer\noffice, straining at the law.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.Had it not been for the fact that Mr.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra got the milk there.Whipple went to his mother's house, despair would have seized him long\nsince.Apparently his goings-out and his comings-in were noted only by\nMr.Mary moved to the office.Mary went to the hallway.Truly the Judge's methods were not Harvard methods.Daniel went to the bathroom.And if\nthere were pride in the young Bostonian, Mr.Sandra went to the office.Whipple thought he knew the\ncure for it.It was to Richter Stephen owed a debt of gratitude in these days.John journeyed to the garden.He\nwould often take his midday meal in the down-town beer garden with the\nquiet German.Then there came a Sunday afternoon (to be marked with a\nred letter) when Richter transported him into Germany itself.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel moved to the office.The Rhine was\nMarket Street, and south of that street was a country of which polite\nAmerican society took no cognizance.Here was an epic movement indeed, for South St.Mary went back to the office.John moved to the kitchen.Louis was a great sod\nuprooted from the Fatherland and set down in all its vigorous crudity in\nthe warm black mud of the Mississippi Valley.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the office.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Here lager beer took the\nplace of Bourbon, and black bread and sausages of hot rolls and fried\nchicken.John took the football there.John left the football.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Here were quaint market houses squatting in the middle of wide\nstreets; Lutheran churches, square and uncompromising, and bulky Turner\nHalls, where German children were taught the German tongue.Here, in a\nshady grove of mulberry and locust, two hundred families were spread out\nat their ease.Sandra went back to the hallway.For a while Richter sat in silence, puffing at a meerschaum with a huge\nbrown bowl.John grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the bathroom.A trick of the mind opened for Stephen one of the histories\nin his father's library in Beacon Street, across the pages of which had\nflitted the ancestors of this blue-eyed and great-chested Saxon.John left the football.Sandra went back to the bedroom.He saw\nthem in cathedral forests, with the red hair long upon their bodies.Mary went to the kitchen.John grabbed the football there.He saw terrifying battles with the Roman Empire surging back and forth\nthrough the low countries.Sandra put down the milk there.He saw a lad of twenty at the head of rugged\nlegions clad in wild skins, sweeping Rome out of Gaul.Back in the dim\nages Richter's fathers must have defendedJohn moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "And it seemed\nto him that in the end the new Republic must profit by this rugged\nstock, which had good women for wives and mothers, and for fathers men\nin whose blood dwelt a fierce patriotism and contempt for cowardice.He thought of the forefathers of\nthose whom he knew, who dwelt north of Market Street.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel discarded the milk.Many, though this\ngeneration of the French might know it not, had bled at Calais and at\nAgincourt, had followed the court of France in clumsy coaches to Blois\nand Amboise, or lived in hovels under the castle walls.Others had\ncharged after the Black Prince at Poitiers, and fought as serf or noble.in the war of the Roses; had been hatters or tailors in Cromwell's\narmies, or else had sacrificed lands and fortunes for Charles Stuart.These English had toiled, slow but resistless, over the misty Blue\nRidge after Boone and Harrod to this old St.John went back to the bedroom.Louis of the French, their\nenemies, whose fur traders and missionaries had long followed the veins\nof the vast western wilderness.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the hallway.And now, on to the structure builded by\nthese two, comes Germany to be welded, to strengthen or to weaken.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the office.Richter put down his pipe on the table.\"Stephen,\" he said suddenly, \"you do not share the prejudice against us\nhere?\"He thought of some vigorous words that Miss Puss\nRussell had used on the subject of the Dutch.\"I am glad,\" answered Richter, with a note of sadness, in his voice.Sandra picked up the milk there.\"Do not despise us before you know more of us.Sandra left the milk.She was choking with\naffection and sympathy.John went back to the garden.Daniel left the apple.She was recalling the\nhouse he took for her family in Cleveland, his generous treatment of\nGerhardt, all the long ago tokens of love and kindness.\"Well, I've told you now, and I feel better.You're a good woman,\nJennie, and you're kind to come to me this way.\"It seems strange, but you're the\nonly woman I ever did love truly.Daniel took the apple there.It was the one thing she had waited for\nall these years--this testimony.Mary went to the bathroom.It was the one thing that could\nmake everything right--this confession of spiritual if not\nmaterial union.John got the football there.Mary moved to the office.Daniel put down the apple.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.\"Oh, Lester,\"\nshe exclaimed with a sob, and pressed his hand.\"Oh, they're lovely,\" she answered, entering upon a detailed\ndescription of their diminutive personalities.He listened\ncomfortably, for her voice was soothing to him.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.When it came time for her to go he seemed\ndesirous of keeping her.John journeyed to the kitchen.\"I can stay just as well as not, Lester,\" she volunteered.John travelled to the bathroom.\"You needn't do that,\" he said", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "From that time on until the hour of his death she was not out of\nthe hotel.CHAPTER LXII\n\n\nThe end came after four days during which Jennie was by his bedside\nalmost constantly.The nurse in charge welcomed her at first as a\nrelief and company, but the physician was inclined to object.Sandra travelled to the office.Lester,\nhowever, was stubborn.\"This is my death,\" he said, with a touch of\ngrim humor.\"If I'm dying I ought to be allowed to die in my own\nway.\"Watson smiled at the man's unfaltering courage.Daniel moved to the kitchen.He had never seen\nanything like it before.Mary travelled to the bathroom.There were cards of sympathy, calls of inquiry, notices in the\nnewspaper.Robert saw an item in the Inquirer and decided to go\nto Chicago.Sandra took the football there.Imogene called with her husband, and they were admitted to\nLester's room for a few minutes after Jennie had gone to hers.The nurse cautioned them that he was not to be\ntalked to much.Daniel picked up the apple there.When they were gone Lester said to Jennie, \"Imogene\nhas changed a good deal.\"Sandra went back to the kitchen.Kane was on the Atlantic three days out from New York the\nafternoon Lester died.Sandra left the football there.He had been meditating whether anything more\ncould be done for Jennie, but he could not make up his mind about it.Certainly it was useless to leave her more money.He had been wondering where Letty was and how near her actual arrival\nmight be when he was seized with a tremendous paroxysm of pain.Before\nrelief could be administered in the shape of an anesthetic he was\ndead.It developed afterward that it was not the intestinal trouble\nwhich killed him, but a lesion of a major blood-vessel in the\nbrain.Daniel dropped the apple there.Jennie, who had been strongly wrought up by watching and worrying,\nwas beside herself with grief.He had been a part of her thought and\nfeeling so long that it seemed now as though a part of herself had\ndied.She had loved him as she had fancied she could never love any\none, and he had always shown that he cared for her--at least in\nsome degree.She could not feel the emotion that expresses itself in\ntears--only a dull ache, a numbness which seemed to make her\ninsensible to pain.He looked so strong--her Lester--lying\nthere still in death.His expression was unchanged--defiant,\ndetermined, albeit peaceful.Kane that she\nwould arrive on the Wednesday following.Watson that it was to be transferred to\nCincinnati, where the Paces had a vault.Because of the arrival of\nvarious members of the family, Jennie withdrew to her own home; she\ncould do nothing more.The final ceremonies presented a peculiar commentary on the\nanomalies of existence.Kane by wire that\nthe body should be transferred to Imogene's residence, and the funeral\nheld from there.Robert, who arrived the night Lester died; Berry\nDodge, Imogene's husband; Mr.Midgely", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went back to the office.Louise and her husband came\nfrom Buffalo; Amy and her husband from Cincinnati.Daniel travelled to the garden.The house was full\nto overflowing with citizens who either sincerely wished or felt it\nexpedient to call.Daniel grabbed the football there.John journeyed to the garden.Because of the fact that Lester and his family were\ntentatively Catholic, a Catholic priest was called in and the ritual\nof that Church was carried out.It was curious to see him lying in the\nparlor of this alien residence, candles at his head and feet, burning\nsepulchrally, a silver cross upon his breast, caressed by his waxen\nfingers.Mary went to the garden.He would have smiled if he could have seen himself, but the\nKane family was too conventional, too set in its convictions, to find\nanything strange in this.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Sandra got the milk there.She was greatly distraught, for her\nlove, like Jennie's, was sincere.Daniel journeyed to the office.John moved to the office.She left her room that night when\nall was silent and leaned over the coffin, studying by the light of\nthe burning candles Lester's beloved features.Daniel picked up the apple there.Tears trickled down her\ncheeks, for she had been happy with him.Mary went back to the bathroom.She caressed his cold cheeks\nand hands.Sandra travelled to the office.No\none told her that he had sent for Jennie.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.Sandra dropped the milk there.He had several seats, at which he\nalternately lived with his many wives and guard of bowmen, the chief of\nwhich at the arrival of the English was Werowomocomo, on the Pamunkey\n(York) River.He is said\nto have had a hundred wives, and generally a dozen--the\nyoungest--personally attending him.Daniel left the football.When he had a mind to add to his\nharem he seems to have had the ancient oriental custom of sending into\nall his dominions for the fairest maidens to be brought from whom to\nselect.And he gave the wives of whom he was tired to his favorites.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Strachey makes a striking description of him as he appeared about 1610:\n\"He is a goodly old man not yet shrincking, though well beaten with cold\nand stormeye winters, in which he hath been patient of many necessityes\nand attempts of his fortune to make his name and famely great.He is\nsupposed to be little lesse than eighty yeares old, I dare not saye how\nmuch more; others saye he is of a tall stature and cleane lymbes, of a\nsad aspect, rownd fatt visaged, with graie haires, but plaine and thin,\nhanging upon his broad showlders; some few haires upon his chin, and so\non his upper lippe: he hath been a strong and able salvadge, synowye,\nvigilant, ambitious, subtile to enlarge his dominions:... cruell he", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It was at this advanced age that he had the twelve favorite young wives\nwhom Strachey names.John went to the kitchen.All his people obeyed him with fear and adoration,\npresenting anything he ordered at his feet, and trembling if he frowned.His punishments were cruel; offenders were beaten to death before him,\nor tied to trees and dismembered joint by joint, or broiled to death on\nburning coals.Strachey wondered how such a barbarous prince should put\non such ostentation of majesty, yet he accounted for it as belonging to\nthe necessary divinity that doth hedge in a king: \"Such is (I believe)\nthe impression of the divine nature, and however these (as other\nheathens forsaken by the true light) have not that porcion of the\nknowing blessed Christian spiritt, yet I am perswaded there is an\ninfused kind of divinities and extraordinary (appointed that it shall\nbe so by the King of kings) to such as are his ymedyate instruments on\nearth.\"Mary picked up the apple there.Here is perhaps as good a place as any to say a word or two about the\nappearance and habits of Powhatan's subjects, as they were observed\nby Strachey and Smith.Mary went back to the bedroom.A sort of religion they had, with priests or\nconjurors, and houses set apart as temples, wherein images were kept\nand conjurations performed, but the ceremonies seem not worship, but\npropitiations against evil, and there seems to have been no conception\nof an overruling power or of an immortal life.Daniel journeyed to the office.Smith describes a\nceremony of sacrifice of children to their deity; but this is doubtful,\nalthough Parson Whittaker, who calls the Indians \"naked slaves of the\ndevil,\" also says they sacrificed sometimes themselves and sometimes\ntheir own children.Daniel picked up the milk there.An image of their god which he sent to England\n\"was painted upon one side of a toadstool, much like unto a deformed\nmonster.\"And he adds: \"Their priests, whom they call Quockosoughs, are\nno other but such as our English witches are.\"This notion I believe\nalso pertained among the New England colonists.There was a belief\nthat the Indian conjurors had some power over the elements, but not a\nwell-regulated power, and in time the Indians came to a belief in the\nbetter effect of the invocations of the whites.In \"Winslow's Relation,\"\nquoted by Alexander Young in his \"Chronicles of the Pilgrim Fathers,\"\nunder date of July, 1623, we read that on account of a great drought\na fast day was appointed.John travelled to the bathroom.The\nexercise lasted eight or nine hours.Before they broke up, owing to\nprayers the weather was overcast.This the Indians seeing, admired the goodness of our God: \"showing the\ndifference between their conjuration and our invocation in the name\nof God for rain; theirs being mixed with such storms and tempests, as\nsometimes, instead of doing them good, it layeth the corn flat on the\nground; but ours in so gentle", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It was a common opinion of the early settlers in Virginia, as it was of\nthose in New England, that the Indians were born white, but that they\ngot a brown or tawny color by the use of red ointments, made of earth\nand the juice of roots, with which they besmear themselves either\naccording to the custom of the country or as a defense against the\nstinging of mosquitoes.\"I should think they'd have been so glad you were leaving they'd have\npaid your fare,\" said the major, but the sprite paid no attention.Mary journeyed to the garden.\"There was no regular stage line between the moon and the dog-star,\"\nsaid he, \"and we had only two chances of really getting there, and they\nwere both so slim you could count their ribs.One was by getting aboard\nthe first comet that was going that way, and the other was by jumping.Sandra got the football there.The trouble with the first chance was that as far as any one knew there\nwasn't a comet expected to go in the direction of the dog-star for eight\nmillion years--which was rather a long time for a starving family to\nwait, and besides we had read of so many accidents in the moon papers\nabout people being injured while trying to board comets in motion that\nwe were a little timid about it.My father and I could have managed\nvery well; but mother might not have--ladies can't even get on horse\ncars in motion without getting hurt, you know.Mary picked up the apple there.It's a pretty big jump\nfrom the moon to the dog-star, and if you don't aim yourself right you\nare apt to miss it, and either fall into space or land somewhere else\nwhere you don't want to go.For instance, a cousin of mine\nwho lived on Mars wanted to visit us when we lived at Twinkleville, but\nhe was too mean to pay his fare, thinking he could jump it cheaper.Well, he jumped and where do you suppose he landed?\"He didn't come\nanywhere near Twinkleville, although he supposed that he was aimed in\nthe right direction.\"\"Will you tell me how you know he's falling yet?\"asked the major, who\ndidn't seem to believe this part of the sprite's story.I saw him yesterday through a telescope,\" replied the\nsprite.\"And he looked very tired, too,\" said the sprite.\"Though as a matter of\nfact he doesn't have to exert himself any.All he has to do is fall,\nand, once you get started, falling is the easiest thing in the world.But of course with the remembrance of my cousin's mistake in our minds,\nwe didn't care so much about making the jump, and we kept putting it off\nand putting it off until finally some wretched people had a law made\nabolishing us from the moon entirely, which meant that we had to leave\ninside of twenty-four hours; so we packed up our trunks with the few\npossessions we had left and threw them off toward the dog-star; then\nmother and father took hold of hands and jumped and I was to come along\nafter them with some of the baggage that we hadn't got ready inMary dropped the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the office.\"According to my father's instructions I watched him carefully as he\nsped through space to see whether he had started right, and to my great\njoy I observed that he had--that very shortly both he and mother would\narrive safely on the dog-star--but alas!My joy was soon turned to\ngrief, for a terrible thing happened.John travelled to the kitchen.Our great heavy family trunk that\nhad been dispatched first, and with truest aim, landed on the head of\nthe King of the dog-star, stove his crown in and nearly killed him.Hardly had the king risen up from the ground when he was again knocked\ndown by my poor father, who, utterly powerless to slow up or switch\nhimself to one side, landed precisely as the trunk had landed on the\nmonarch's head, doing quite as much more damage as the trunk had done in\nthe beginning.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.When added to these mishaps a shower of hat-boxes and\nhand-bags, marked with our family name, fell upon the Lord Chief\nJustice, the Prime Minister and the Heir Apparent, my parents were\narrested and thrown into prison and I decided that the dog-star was no\nplace for me.John picked up the apple there.Wild with grief, and without looking to see where I was\ngoing, nor in fact caring much, I gave a running leap out into space and\nfinally through some good fortune landed here on this earth which I have\nfound quite good enough for me ever since.\"John put down the apple.Here the sprite paused and looked at Jimmieboy as much as to say, \"How\nis that for a tale of adventure?\"cried the major, \"Isn't it enough?\"Sandra travelled to the office.I don't see how he could have jumped\nso many years before the world was made and yet land on the world.\"\"I was five thousand years on the jump,\" explained the sprite.\"It was leap-year when you started, wasn't it?\"asked the major, with a\nsarcastic smile.asked Jimmieboy,\nsignaling the major to be quiet.Sandra went to the bathroom.I am afraid they got into serious\ntrouble.Daniel grabbed the milk there.John journeyed to the office.It's a very serious thing to knock a king down with a trunk and\nland on his head yourself the minute he gets up again,\" sighed the\nsprite.John travelled to the bedroom.\"But didn't you tell me your parents were unfairies?\"Daniel left the milk.Daniel grabbed the milk there.put in Jimmieboy,\neying the sprite distrustfully.John moved to the garden.\"Yes; but they were only my adopted parents,\" explained the sprite.\"They were a very rich old couple with lots of money and no children, so\nI adopted them not knowing that they were unfairies.When they died they\nleft me all their bad habits, and their money went to found a storeroom\nfor worn out lawn-mowers.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel put down the milk.\"Well that's a pretty good story,\" said Jimmieboy.Mary went to the hallway.\"Yes,\" said the sprite, with a pleased smile", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"And the best part of it\nis it's all true.\"CHAPTER X.\n\nTHE MAJOR'S TALE.John travelled to the office.\"A great many years ago when I was a souvenir spoon,\" said the major, \"I\nbelonged to a very handsome and very powerful potentate.\"\"I didn't quite understand what it was you said you were,\" said the\nsprite, bending forward as if to hear better.\"At the beginning of my story I was a souvenir spoon,\" returned the\nmajor.Daniel went back to the garden.John went back to the kitchen.\"Did you begin your career as a spoon?\"Daniel went back to the hallway.\"I did not, sir,\" replied the major.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"I began my career as a nugget in a\nlead mine where I was found by the king of whom I have just spoken, and\non his return home with me he gave me to his wife who sent me out to a\nlead smith's and had me made over into a souvenir spoon--and a mighty\nhandsome spoon I was too.I had a poem engraved on me that said:\n\n    'Aka majo te roo li sah,\n     Pe mink y rali mis tebah.'Daniel moved to the bedroom.Rather pretty thought, don't you think so?\"added the major as he\ncompleted the couplet.John grabbed the football there.said the sprite, with a knowing shake of his head.Daniel journeyed to the garden.John put down the football.\"Well, I don't understand it at all,\" said Jimmieboy.John took the apple there.\"Ask this native of Twinkleville what it means,\" observed the major with\na snicker.John journeyed to the office.\"He says it's a pretty thought, so of course he understands\nit--though I assure you I don't, for it doesn't mean anything.Hilary laid her new book on the table.\"How soon do you suppose we can\ngo over to the manor, Paul?I imagine the Dayres have fixed it up\nmighty pretty.Mary journeyed to the hallway.He and Shirley\nare ever so--chummy.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.He's Shirley Putnam Dayre, and she's Shirley\nPutnam Dayre, Junior.So he calls her 'Junior' and she calls him\n'Senior.'John picked up the milk there.He's an artist,\nthey've been everywhere together.Mary got the football there.And, Paul, they think Winton is\ndelightful.Dayre says the village street, with its great\noverhanging trees, and old-fashioned houses, is a picture in itself,\nparticularly up at our end, with the church, all ivy-covered.He means\nto paint the church sometime this summer.\"Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"It would make a pretty picture,\" Pauline said thoughtfully.Mary left the football.\"Hilary,\nI wonder--\"\n\n\"So do I,\" Hilary said.\"Still, after all, one would like to see\ndifferent places--\"\n\n\"And love only one,\"John left the apple.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"You are\nbetter, aren't you--already?\"Shirley's promised to take me out on the lake soon.She's going to be friends with us, Paul--really friends.She says we\nmust call her 'Shirley,' that she doesn't like 'Miss Dayre,' she hears\nit so seldom.\"\"I think it's nice--being called 'Miss,'\" Patience remarked, from where\nshe had curled herself up in the hammock.\"I suppose she doesn't want\nit, because she can have it--I'd love to be called 'Miss Shaw.'\"\"Hilary,\" Pauline said, \"would you mind very much, if you couldn't go\naway this summer?\"\"It wouldn't do much good if I did, would it?\"\"The not minding would--to mother and the rest of us--\"\n\n\"And if you knew what--\" Patience began excitedly.\"Don't you want to go find Captain, Impatience?\"Pauline asked hastily,\nand Patience, feeling that she had made a false move, went with most\nunusual meekness.\"I--shouldn't wonder, if the child had some sort of scheme on hand,\"\nPauline said, she hoped she wasn't--prevaricating; after all, Patience\nprobably did have some scheme in her head--she usually had.\"I haven't thought much about going away the last day or so,\" Hilary\nsaid.Daniel travelled to the hallway.\"I suppose it's the feeling better, and, then, the getting to\nknow Shirley.\"Mary moved to the bathroom.Pauline sat silent for some moments; she was\nwatching a fat bumble bee buzzing in and out among the flowers in the\ngarden.It was always still, over here at the farm, but to-day, it\nseemed a different sort of stillness, as if bees and birds and flowers\nknew that it was Sunday afternoon.\"Paul,\" Hilary asked suddenly, \"what are you smiling to yourself about?\"Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary picked up the football there.I guess because it is so nice and\npeaceful here and because--Hilary, let's start a club--the 'S.Sandra went back to the hallway.No, I shan't tell you what the letters stand\nfor!You've got to think it out for yourself.\"Josie and Tom, and you and I--and I think, maybe,\nmother and father.\"\"It was he who put the idea into my head.\"Daniel discarded the apple.Hilary came to sit beside her sister on the step.Mary moved to the office.\"Paul, I've a\nfeeling that there is something--up!\"Feelings are very unreliable things to go by, but\nI've one just now--that if we don't hunt Impatience up pretty\nquick--there will be something doing.\"Sandra grabbed the apple there.They found Patience sitting on the barn floor, utterly regardless of\nher white frock.Boyd says I may have my choice, to take home with me,\" Hilary\nsaid.The parsonage cat had died the fall before, and had had no", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Patience held up a small coal-black one.Miranda says a black cat brings luck, though it don't look like we\nneeded any black cats to bring--\"\n\n\"I like the black and white one,\" Pauline interposed, just touching\nPatience with the tip of her shoe.Boyd would give us each one, that would leave one for her,\"\nPatience suggested cheerfully.\"I imagine mother would have something to say to that,\" Pauline told\nher.Mary grabbed the milk there.\"Was Josie over yesterday, Hilary?\"As they were going back to the house, they met Mr.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.Boyd, on his way to\npay his regular weekly visit to the far pasture.\"There won't be time, Patience,\" Pauline said.Boyd objected, \"I'll be back to supper, and you girls\nare going to stay to supper.\"He carried Patience off with him,\ndeclaring that he wasn't sure he should let her go home at all, he\nmeant to keep her altogether some day, and why not to-night?\"Oh, I couldn't stay to-night,\" the child assured him earnestly.\"Of\ncourse, I couldn't ever stay for always, but by'n'by, when--there isn't\nso much going on at home--there's such a lot of things keep happening\nat home now, only don't tell Hilary, please--maybe, I could come make\nyou a truly visit.\"Indoors, Pauline and Hilary found Mrs.Boyd down-stairs again from her\nnap.\"Only to see her,\" Pauline answered, and while she helped Mrs.Boyd get\nsupper, she confided to her the story of Uncle Paul's letter and the\nplans already under way.\"Bless me, it'll do her a heap of good,\nyou'll see, my dear.I'm not sure, I don't agree with your uncle, when\nall's said and done, home's the best place for young folks.\"Just before Pauline and Patience went home that evening, Mrs.Boyd\nbeckoned Pauline mysteriously into the best parlor.Underneath\nwere a great variety, of ferns and mosses, the homes of countless\ninsects and small animals.The ground was black and wherever\nturned up gave forth a sickly odor of decayed vegetation.\"That is regular fever territory,\" explained Randolph Rover.\"Boys, do not sleep on the ground if you can possibly avoid it.I\nsincerely trust that none of us take the tropical fever.\"\"If I feel it coming on I'll take a good dose of quinine,\"\ndeclared Tom.Fortunately they had brought along a good supply of that valuable\ndrug.John travelled to the garden.On one side\nof the highway was the broad river, which glinted like molten lead\nin the sunshine.They could not travel very close to its bank,\nfor here the ground was uncertain.Once Sam left the highway to\nget a better view of the stream, and, before Cujo noticed it,\nfound himself up to his knees in a muck which stuck to him like so\nmuch glue.roared the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the garden.exclaimed Aleck, and started to go\nto Sam's assistance, when Cujo called him back.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Mary went to the office.Mary went to the bedroom.\"Must be werry careful,\" said the native.\"Ground bad over\ndare--lose life if urn don't have a care.Mary moved to the garden.John went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.And he\napproached Sam by a circuitous route over the tufts of grass\nwhich grew like so many dots amid the swamp.Sandra grabbed the football there.Soon he was close\nenough to throw the youth the end of a rope he carried.Daniel went to the bedroom.John went to the bathroom.The pull\nthat, followed nearly took Sam's arms out by the sockets; but the\nboy was saved, to return to the others of the party with an\nexperience which was destined to be very useful to him in, the\nfuture.Daniel went to the hallway.\"It will teach me to be careful of where I am going after this,\"\nhe declared.Sandra left the football.Daniel grabbed the milk there.\"Why, that bog looked almost as safe as the ground\nover here!\"John journeyed to the office.\"Tropical places are all full of just such treacherous swamps,\"\nreturned Randolph Rover.Daniel got the apple there.\"It will be wise for all of us to\nremember that we are now in a strange territory and that we must\nhave our eyes and ears wide open.\"Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.At half-past eleven they came to a halt for dinner.Daniel discarded the apple.The sun was\nnow almost overhead, and they were glad enough to seek the shelter\nof a number of palms standing in front of a--native hostelry.John went to the kitchen.John grabbed the apple there.\"We will rest here until two o'clock,\" said Mr.Sandra journeyed to the garden.\"It is all\nout of the question to travel in the heat of the day, as we did\nyesterday, in such a climate as this.John left the apple.They found the hostelry presided over by a short, fat native who\nscarcely spoke a word of English.But he could speak French, and\nMr.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Rover spoke to him in that language, while Cujo carried on a\ntalk in the native tongue.The midday repast was cooked over a\nfire built between several stones.Sandra put down the football.Daniel went to the garden.The boys watched the cooking\nprocess with interest and were surprised to find, when it came to\neating, that the food prepared tasted so good.They had antelope\nsteak and a generous supply of native bread, and pure cocoa, which\nTom declared as good as chocolate.Sandra got the football there.After the meal they took it easy in a number of grass hammocks\nstretched beneath the wide spreading palms surrounding the wayside\ninn, if such it might be called.John went back to the bedroom.Aleck and Cujo fell to smokingSandra put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the bathroom.John went to the office.\"I don't wonder the natives are lazy,\" remarked Dick, when his\nuncle aroused him.\"I rarely slept in the daytime at home, and\nhere I fell off without half trying.\"Daniel grabbed the football there.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Daniel left the football.\"The climate is very enervating, Dick.That is why this section\nof the globe makes little or no progress toward civilization.Energetic men come here, with the best intention in the world of\nhustling, as it is termed, but soon their ambition oozes out of\nthem like--well, like molasses out of a barrel lying on a hot\ndock in the sun.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the garden.he called out, and soon the party was on\nits way again.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the garden.The highway was still broad, but now it was not as even as before,\nand here and there they had to leap over just such a treacherous\nswamp as had caused Sam so much trouble.Sandra moved to the garden.\"It's a good thing we\ndidn't bring the horses,\" said Mr.Mary went to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.\"I didn't think so\nbefore, but I do now.\"The jungle was filled with countless birds, of all sorts, sizes,\nand colors.Some of these sang in a fairly tuneful fashion, but\nthe majority uttered only sounds which were as painful to the\nhearing as they were tiresome.\"The sound is enough to drive a nervous fellow crazy,\" declared\nTom.\"It's a good thing nature fixed it so that a man can't grow\nup nervous here.\"\"Perhaps those outrageous cries are meant to wake a chap up,\"\nsuggested Dick.Daniel got the milk there.\"I've a good mind to shoot some of the little pests.\"Daniel moved to the garden.John went to the bedroom.\"You may take a few shots later on and see what you can bring down\nfor supper,\" answered his uncle.\"But just now let us push on as\nfast as we can.\"Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John got the apple there.\"Remember we are out here to find father, not\nto hunt.\"\"As if I would ever forget that,\" answered Dick, with a\nreproachful glance.Daniel put down the milk.They were now traveling a bit of a hill which took them, temporarily,\nout of sight of the Congo.John went to the office.John left the apple.Cujo declared this was a short route\nand much better to travel than the other.John took the apple there.The way was through a\nforest of African teak wood, immense trees which seemed to tower\nto the very skies.Daniel got the milk there.\"They are as large as the immense trees of California of which you\nhave all heard,\" remarked Randolph Rover.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.\"It is a very useful\nwood, used extensively in ship building.\"Daniel put down the milk there.\"After all, I think a boat on the Congo would have been better to\nuse than shoe leather,\"", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"No use a boat when come to falls,\" grinned Cujo.Aleck had been dragging behind, carrying a heavy load, to which\nhe was unaccustomed.Now he rejoined the others with the\nannouncement that another party was in their rear.\"They are on foot, too,\" he said.\"Cujo whar you dun t'ink da be\ngwine?\"Mary journeyed to the office.Mary moved to the bedroom.\"To the next settlement, maybe,\" was Randolph Rover's comment,\nand Cujo nodded.They waited a bit for the other party to come up, but it did not,\nand, after walking back, Cujo returned with the announcement that\nthey were nowhere in sight.\"Perhaps they turned off on a side road,\" said Tom, and there the\nmatter was dropped, to be brought to their notice very forcibly\nthat night.Evening found them at another hostelry, presided over by a\nFrenchman who had a giant negress for a wife.The pair were a\ncrafty looking couple, and did not at all please the Rovers.\"Perhaps we may as well sleep with one eye open tonight,\" said\nRandolph Rover, upon retiring.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the garden.\"Don't you remember,\n<DW53>?That was the first time I had ever seen any of you people, and I\nwas dreadfully afraid that I should be the supper myself.Daniel went to the kitchen.John journeyed to the office.But we went to\nhis den, and had a jolly supper.Bruin ate three large watermelons, I\nremember.He _said_ a man gave them to him.\"Mary went to the office.\"I think it very likely that he did,\" said <DW53>, \"if Bruin asked him.\"\"And I showed you how to play leap-frog,\" continued Toto; \"and we played\nit over Bruin's back till it was time for me to go home.And then you\nboth walked with me to the edge of the forest, and there we swore\neternal friendship.\"said the raccoon, \"that we did, my boy; and well have we kept the\nvow!And so long as <DW53>'s tail has a single hair in it, will he ever\ncherish-- Hello!he cried with a sudden start, as a tiny\nbrown creature darted swiftly across the path.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.stop a minute; you are just the fellow I want to see.\"John grabbed the apple there.The woodmouse stopped and turned round, and greeted the two friends\ncordially.\"I haven't seen you for an age!\"Mary travelled to the garden.\"<DW53>, I supposed you had been\nasleep for a couple of months, at least.Daniel went to the hallway.How does it happen that you are\nprowling about at this season?\"Sandra went back to the garden.John dropped the apple there.<DW53> briefly explained the state of the case, and then added:--\n\n\"I am specially glad to meet you, Woodmouse, for I want to consult you\nabout something.John went back to the bathroom.There are some mice in the cellar of the\ncottage,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Very troublesome, thieving creatures they are, and\nwe want to get rid of them.Daniel picked up the apple there.Now, I suppose they are relatives of yours,\neh?\"Sandra travelled to the hallway.well--yes,\" the woodmouse admitted reluctantly.\"Distant, you\nknow, quite distant; but--a--yes, they _are_ relatives.Mary picked up the football there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.A wretched,\ndisreputable set, I have heard, though I never met any of them.\"Mary journeyed to the office.\"They are a\ngreat annoyance to the Madam, and to all of us.Sandra went back to the office.Mary journeyed to the hallway.They almost take the\nfood out of our mouths; they destroy things in the cellar, and--and in\nfact, we want to get rid of them.\"John travelled to the garden.The woodmouse stared at him in amazement.Mary dropped the football.<DW53>,\" he said,\nlaughing, \"I should not have supposed, from my past acquaintance with\nyou, that you would have any difficulty in getting rid of them.\"Daniel grabbed the football there.Raccoons cannot blush, or our <DW53> certainly would have done so.He\nrubbed his nose helplessly, somewhat after the fashion of Bruin, and\ncast a half-comical, half-rueful glance at Toto.Finally he replied,--\n\n\"Well, you see, Woodmouse, things are rather different from usual this\nwinter.John went to the kitchen.The fact is, our Madam has a strong objection to--a--in point of\nfact, to slaughter; and she made it a condition of our coming to spend\nthe winter with her, that we should not kill other creatures unless it\nwere necessary.So I thought if we _could_ get rid of those mice in any\nother way, it would please her.Daniel dropped the football.I suppose there is plenty of room in the\nforest for another family of mice?\"as far as room goes,\" replied the woodmouse, \"they have a range of\nten miles in which to choose their home.I cannot promise to call on\nthem, you know; that could not be expected.But if they behave\nthemselves, they may in time overcome the prejudice against them.\"\"Very well,\" said <DW53>, \"I shall send them, then.Mary travelled to the bedroom.he added, \"and what is going on in your set?\"Now it was the woodmouse's turn to look confused.\"My son is to be married on the second evening after this,\" he said.\"That is the only thing I know of.\"Why, he is one of my best\nfriends!How strange that I should have heard nothing of it!\"\"We didn't know--we really thought--we supposed you were asleep!\"\"And so you chose this time for the wedding?\"Sandra went to the kitchen.\"Now, I\ncall that unfriendly, Woodmouse, and I shouldn't have thought it of\nyou.\"The woodmouse stroked his whiskers, and looked piteously at his\nformidable acquaintance.Mary took the milk there.Sandra went to the bathroom.\"Don't be offended, <DW53>", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the office.\"Perhaps--perhaps you will come to the wedding, after all.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Sandra got the milk there.\"Yes, to be sure I will come!\"\"_I_ don't\nbear malice.I will come, and Toto shall come, too.\"We--we have engaged the cave for the evening,\" said the woodmouse, with\nsome diffidence.John moved to the bedroom.\"We have a large family connection, you know, and it is\nthe only place big enough to hold them all.\"Mary went back to the kitchen.<DW53> stared in amazement, and Toto gave a long whistle.Sandra put down the milk.Mary took the milk there.\"I should say this was to be something very\ngrand indeed.John travelled to the bathroom.John went back to the hallway.I should like very much to come, Woodmouse, if you think\nit would not trouble any of your family.I promise you that <DW53> shall\nbe on his very best behavior, and--I'll tell you what!\"Daniel went back to the kitchen.he added, \"I\nwill provide the music, as I did last summer, at the Rabbit's Rinktum.\"John travelled to the kitchen.cried the little woodmouse, his\nslender tail quivering with delight.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary left the milk there.\"We shall be infinitely obliged,\nMr.Bring\nCracker, too, and any other friends who may be staying with you.said Toto, gravely, \"I think not.John moved to the garden.My grandmother never goes\nout in the evening.\"Daniel moved to the bedroom.suggested <DW53>, with a sly wink at Toto.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Mary took the football there.John went back to the bathroom.John journeyed to the bedroom.But here the poor little woodmouse looked so unutterably distressed,\nthat the two friends burst out laughing; and reassuring him by a word,\nbade him good-day, and proceeded on their walk.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bedroom.\"AND now,\" said the squirrel, when the tea-things were cleared away that\nevening, \"now for dancing-school.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John travelled to the office.Daniel went back to the kitchen.If we are going to a ball, we really\nmust be more sure of our steps than we are now.John got the apple there.<DW53>, oblige me with a\nwhisk of your tail over the hearth.Some coals have fallen from the\nfire, and we shall be treading on them.\"\"When the coals are cold,\" replied the raccoon, \"I shall be happy to\noblige you.Raymond, is my friend the lawful husband of that girl or not?\"While listening to this story, I found myself yielding to feelings\ngreatly in contrast to those with which I greeted the relator but a\nmoment before.John journeyed to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.I became so interested in his \"friend's\" case as to\nquite forget, for the time being, that I had ever seen or heard", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Of old, the modes of getting a wife were the same as those\nof acquiring any other species of property, and they are not materially\nchanged at the present time.John took the apple there.It is enough that the man and woman say to\neach other, 'From this time we are married,' or, 'You are now my wife,'\nor,'my husband,' as the case may be.The mutual consent is all that is\nnecessary.In fact, you may contract marriage as you contract to lend a\nsum of money, or to buy the merest trifle.\"John dropped the apple.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.\"Then your opinion is----\"\n\n\"That upon your statement, your friend is the lawful husband of the lady\nin question; presuming, of course, that no legal disabilities of either\nparty existed to prevent such a union.Mary travelled to the kitchen.As to the young lady's age, I\nwill merely say that any fourteen-year-old girl can be a party to a\nmarriage contract.\"Clavering bowed, his countenance assuming a look of great\nsatisfaction.Sandra went back to the garden.John dropped the apple.\"I am very glad to hear this,\" said he; \"my friend's\nhappiness is entirely involved in the establishment of his marriage.\"John took the apple there.John dropped the apple.He appeared so relieved, my curiosity was yet further aroused.I\ntherefore said: \"I have given you my opinion as to the legality of this\nmarriage; but it may be quite another thing to prove it, should the same\nbe contested.\"He started, cast me an inquiring look, and murmured:\n\n\"True.\"\"Allow me to ask you a few questions.Daniel travelled to the office.Was the lady married under her own\nname?\"\"Properly signed by the minister and witnesses?\"\"I cannot say; but I presume she did.\"\"The witnesses were----\"\n\n\"A hired man of the minister----\"\n\n\"Who can be found?\"\"The minister is dead, the man has disappeared.\"Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"The other witness, the lady friend, where is she?\"John got the apple there.\"She can be found; but her action is not to be depended upon.\"\"Has the gentleman himself no proofs of this marriage?\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.\"He cannot even prove he was in the town\nwhere it took place on that particular day.\"Daniel took the milk there.John discarded the apple.John moved to the kitchen.\"The marriage certificate was, however, filed with the clerk of the\ntown?\"I only know that my friend has made inquiry, and that no\nsuch paper is to be found.\"\"I do not wonder your friend is\nconcerned in regard to his position, if what you hint is true, and the\nlady seems disposed to deny that any such ceremony ever took place.Daniel left the milk there.Still, if he wishes to go to law, the Court may decide in his favor,\nthough I doubt it.His sworn word is all he would have to go upon, and\nif she contradicts his testimony under oath, why the sympathy of a jury\nis, as a ruleDaniel went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Clavering rose, looked at me with some earnestness, and finally\nasked, in a tone which, though somewhat changed, lacked nothing of its\nformer suavity, if I would be kind enough to give him in writing that\nportion of my opinion which directly bore upon the legality of the\nmarriage; that such a paper would go far towards satisfying his friend\nthat his case had been properly presented; as he was aware that no\nrespectable lawyer would put his name to a legal opinion without first\nhaving carefully arrived at his conclusions by a thorough examination of\nthe law bearing upon the facts submitted.This request seeming so reasonable, I unhesitatingly complied with it,\nand handed him the opinion.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.John moved to the hallway.He took it, and, after reading it carefully\nover, deliberately copied it into his memorandum-book.This done, he\nturned towards me, a strong, though hitherto subdued, emotion showing\nitself in his countenance.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel left the apple.\"Now, sir,\" said he, rising upon me to the full height of his majestic\nfigure, \"I have but one more request to make; and that is, that you will\nreceive back this opinion into your own possession, and in the day you\nthink to lead a beautiful woman to the altar, pause and ask yourself:\n'Am I sure that the hand I clasp with such impassioned fervor is free?Daniel went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.Have I any certainty for knowing that it has not already been given\naway, like that of the lady whom, in this opinion of mine, I have\ndeclared to be a wedded wife according to the laws of my country? '\"But he, with an urbane bow, laid his hand upon the knob of the door.Pierre, I cannot endure it any\nlonger!Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Oh, weep,\nyou German Nation--bitter will be the fate of your children,\nterrible will be your disgrace before the judgment of the free\nnations!_Curtain_\n\n\n\nSCENE III\n\n\n_Night.The dark silhouette of Emil Grelieu's villa stands\nout in the background.Daniel went back to the hallway.John picked up the apple there.The gatekeeper's house is seen among\nthe trees, a dim light in the window.At the cast-iron fence\nfrightened women are huddled together, watching the fire in the\ndistance.John picked up the football there.An alarming redness has covered the sky; only in the\nzenith is the sky dark.Mary went to the garden.John left the apple.The reflection of the fire falls upon\nobjects and people, casting strange shadows against the mirrors\nof the mute and dark villa.Mary travelled to the bathroom.The voices sound muffled and timid;\nthere are frequent pauses and prolonged sighs.HENRIETTA\n\nMy God, my God!It is burning and burning,\nand there is no end to the fire!Mary moved to the office.SECOND WOMAN\n\nYesterday it was burning further away, and tonight the fire is\nnearer.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.HENRIETTA\n\nIt", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Today\nthe sun was covered in a mist.John went to the hallway.Mary travelled to the bathroom.SECOND WOMAN\n\nIt is forever burning, and the sun is growing ever darker!John took the football there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Now\nit is lighter at night than in the daytime!SILVINA\n\nI am afraid!HENRIETTA\n\nBe silent, Silvina, be silent!_Silence._\n\nSECOND WOMAN\n\nI can't hear a sound.If I close my eyes\nit seems to me that nothing is going on there.HENRIETTA\n\nI can see all that is going on there even with my eyes closed.SILVINA\n\nOh, I am afraid!SECOND WOMAN\n\nWhere is it burning?Daniel got the apple there.HENRIETTA\n\nI don't know.It is burning and burning, and there is no end to\nthe fire!It may be that they have all perished by this time.It may be that something terrible is going on there, and we are\nlooking on and know nothing.Sandra went back to the hallway._A fourth woman approaches them quietly._\n\nFOURTH WOMAN\n\nGood evening!SILVINA\n\n_With restraint._\n\nOh!HENRIETTA\n\nOh, you have frightened us!FOURTH WOMAN\n\nGood evening, Madame Henrietta!Never mind my coming here--it\nis terrible to stay in the house!Mary journeyed to the kitchen.I guessed that you were not\nsleeping, but here, watching.And we can't hear a sound--how quiet!Mary moved to the hallway.HENRIETTA\n\nIt is burning and burning.John moved to the bedroom.Haven't you heard anything about your\nhusband?FOURTH WOMAN\n\nNo, nothing.HENRIETTA\n\nAnd with whom are your children just now?FOURTH WOMAN\n\nAlone.John left the football.Is it true that Monsieur Pierre was\nkilled?HENRIETTA\n\n_Agitated._\n\nJust imagine!Daniel travelled to the bathroom.I simply cannot understand what is\ngoing on!John went to the office.You see, there is no one in the house now, and we are\nafraid to sleep there--\n\nSECOND WOMAN\n\nThe three of us sleep here, in the gatekeeper's house.John went back to the garden.HENRIETTA\n\nI am afraid to look into that house even in the daytime--the\nhouse is so large and so empty!And there are no men there, not\na soul--\n\nFOURTH WOMAN\n\nIs it true that Fran\u00e7ois has gone to shoot the Prussians?John went to the hallway.Everybody is talking about it, but we don't know.He\ndisappeared quietly, like a mouse.FOURTH WOMAN\n\nHe will be hanged--the Prussians hang such people!HENRIETTA\n\nWait, wait!Today, while I was in the garden, I heard the\ntelephone ringing in the house; it was ringing for a long time.I was frightened, but I went in after", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra took the football there.Some one said: \"Monsieur Pierre was killed!\"Sandra left the football.SECOND WOMAN\n\nAnd nothing more?Sandra went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.HENRIETTA\n\nNothing more; not a word!I felt so bad\nand was so frightened that I could hardly run out.Now I will\nnot enter that house for anything!FOURTH WOMAN\n\nWhose voice was it?John went to the hallway.SECOND WOMAN\n\nMadame Henrietta says it was an unfamiliar voice.HENRIETTA\n\nYes, an unfamiliar voice.There seems to be a light in the windows of the\nhouse--somebody is there!John journeyed to the bedroom.SILVINA\n\nOh, I am afraid!John picked up the milk there.HENRIETTA\n\nOh, what are you saying; what are you saying?SECOND WOMAN\n\nThat's from the redness of the sky!FOURTH WOMAN\n\nWhat if some one is ringing there again?HENRIETTA\n\nHow is that possible?Daniel took the apple there.Silence._\n\nSECOND WOMAN\n\nWhat will become of us?They are coming this way, and there is\nnothing that can stop them!Mary went back to the office.FOURTH WOMAN\n\nI wish I might die now!When you are dead, you don't hear or see\nanything.HENRIETTA\n\nIt keeps on all night like this--it is burning and burning!And\nin the daytime it will again be hard to see things on account of\nthe smoke; and the bread will smell of burning!FOURTH WOMAN\n\nThey have killed Monsieur Pierre.Daniel moved to the office.SECOND WOMAN\n\nThey have killed him?SILVINA\n\nYou must not speak of it!Sandra went back to the hallway._Weeps softly._\n\nFOURTH WOMAN\n\nThey say there are twenty millions of them, and they have\nalready set Paris on fire.They say they have cannon which can\nhit a hundred kilometers away.Mary picked up the football there.HENRIETTA\n\nMy God, my God!Daniel dropped the apple there.SECOND WOMAN\n\nMerciful God, have pity on us!FOURTH WOMAN\n\nAnd they are flying and they are hurling bombs from\nairships--terrible bombs, which destroy entire cities!HENRIETTA\n\nMy God!Daniel went to the kitchen.Before this You were\nalone in the sky, and now those base Prussians are there too!SECOND WOMAN\n\nBefore this, when my soul wanted rest and joy I looked at the\nsky, but now there is no place where a poor soul can find rest\nand joy!FOURTH WOMAN\n\nThey have taken everything away from our Belgium--even the sky!Don't you think that now my husband, my husband--\n\nHENRIETTA\n\nNo, no!FOURTH WOMAN\n\nWhy is the sky so red?'Twill add a brighterSandra journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the garden.Sandra got the football there.Mary picked up the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.John went back to the garden.John picked up the apple there.John put down the apple.Oh, what a tide of joy will overwhelm thee!Sandra left the football.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the office.Sandra discarded the football.Daniel moved to the hallway._Man._ Thy father scorns his liberty and life,\n Nor will accept of either at the expense\n Of honour, virtue, glory, faith, and Rome.Daniel journeyed to the office._At._ Think you behold the god-like Regulus\n The prey of unrelenting savage foes,\n Ingenious only in contriving ill:----\n Eager to glut their hunger of revenge,\n They'll plot such new, such dire, unheard-of tortures--\n Such dreadful, and such complicated vengeance,\n As e'en the Punic annals have not known;\n And, as they heap fresh torments on his head,\n They'll glory in their genius for destruction.Sandra picked up the football there.Daniel went back to the hallway.Sandra discarded the football.Mary took the football there.John went back to the bedroom.Mary went to the bathroom.Manlius--now methinks I see my father--\n My faithful fancy, full of his idea,\n Presents him to me--mangled, gash'd, and torn--\n Stretch'd on the rack in writhing agony--\n The torturing pincers tear his quivering flesh,\n While the dire murderers smile upon his wounds,\n His groans their music, and his pangs their sport.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary dropped the football.And if they lend some interval of ease,\n Some dear-bought intermission, meant to make\n The following pang more exquisitely felt,\n Th' insulting executioners exclaim,\n --\"Now, Roman!Mary got the football there._Man._ Repress thy sorrows----\n\n _At._                     Can the friend of Regulus\n Advise his daughter not to mourn his fate?Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary took the milk there.is friendship when compar'd\n To ties of blood--to nature's powerful impulse!Daniel went back to the garden.John went to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.Yes--she asserts her empire in my soul,\n 'Tis Nature pleads--she will--she must be heard;\n With warm, resistless eloquence she pleads.--\n Ah, thou art soften'd!--see--the Consul yields--\n The feelings triumph--tenderness prevails--\n The Roman is subdued--the daughter conquers!John went back to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the office.Mary journeyed to the hallway.[_Catching hold of his robe._\n\n _Man._ Ah, hold me not!--I must not, cannot stay,\n The softness of thy sorrow is contagious;\n I,Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra went to the office.Daniel travelled to the garden.Mary put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I dare not hear thee--Regulus and Rome,\n The patriot and the friend--all, all forbid it.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra put down the football.[_Breaks from her, and exit._\n\n _At._ O feeble grasp!--and is he gone, quite gone?John grabbed the apple there.Hold, hold thy empire, Reason, firmly hold it,\n Or rather quit at once thy feeble throne,\n Since thou but serv'st to show me what I've lost,\n To heighten all the horrors that await me;\n To summon up a wild distracted crowd\n Of fatal images, to shake my soul,\n To scare sweet peace, and banish hope itself.thou pale-ey'd spectre, come,\n For thou shalt be Attilia's inmate now,\n And thou shalt grow, and twine about her heart,\n And she shall be so much enamour'd of thee,\n The pageant Pleasure ne'er shall interpose\n Her gaudy presence to divide you more.Sandra went to the hallway.[_Stands in an attitude of silent grief._\n\n\n    _Enter_ LICINIUS.John journeyed to the hallway._Lic._ At length I've found thee--ah, my charming maid!How have I sought thee out with anxious fondness!she hears me not.----My best Attilia!Still, still she hears not----'tis Licinius speaks,\n He comes to soothe the anguish of thy spirit,\n And hush thy tender sorrows into peace._At._ Who's he that dares assume the voice of love,\n And comes unbidden to these dreary haunts?Steals on the sacred treasury of woe,\n And breaks the league Despair and I have made?_Lic._ 'Tis one who comes the messenger of heav'n,\n To talk of peace, of comfort, and of joy.Mary grabbed the milk there._At._ Didst thou not mock me with the sound of joy?Thou little know'st the anguish of my soul,\n If thou believ'st I ever can again,\n So long the wretched sport of angry Fortune,\n Admit delusive hope to my sad bosom.No----I abjure the flatterer and her train.Let those, who ne'er have been like me deceiv'd,\n Embrace the fair fantastic sycophant--\n For I, alas!am wedded to despair,\n And will not hear the sound of comfort more._Lic._ Cease, cease, my love, this tender voice of woe,\n Though softer than the dying cygnet's plaint:\n She ever chants her most melodious strain\n When death and sorrow harmonise her note._At._ Yes--I will listen now with fond delight;\n For death and sorrow are my darling themes.Well!--what hast thou to say of death and sorrow?Believe me, thou wilt find me apt to listen,\n And, if my tongue be slow to answer thee,\n Instead of words I'll give thee sighs and tears._Lic._ I come to dry thy tears, not make them flow;\n The gods once more propitious smile upon us,\n Joy shall again await each happy morn,\n And ever-", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary grabbed the apple there.Yes, Regulus shall live.----\n\n _At._                   Ah me!I'm but a poor, weak, trembling woman--\n I cannot bear these wild extremes of fate--\n Then mock me not.--I think thou art Licinius,\n The generous lover, and the faithful friend!John took the milk there.I think thou wouldst not sport with my afflictions.Mary travelled to the office._Lic._ Mock thy afflictions?--May eternal Jove,\n And every power at whose dread shrine we worship,\n Blast all the hopes my fond ideas form,\n If I deceive thee!Regulus shall live,\n Shall live to give thee to Licinius' arms.Mary discarded the apple.we will smooth his downward path of life,\n And after a long length of virtuous years,\n At the last verge of honourable age,\n When nature's glimmering lamp goes gently out,\n We'll close, together close his eyes in peace--\n Together drop the sweetly-painful tear--\n Then copy out his virtues in our lives.Sandra grabbed the apple there.John dropped the milk._At._ And shall we be so blest?Forgive me, my Licinius, if I doubt thee.Daniel travelled to the office.Fate never gave such exquisite delight\n As flattering hope hath imag'd to thy soul.But how?----Explain this bounty of the gods.John picked up the milk there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"When we contemplate the immensity of that Being who directs and\ngoverns the incomprehensible Whole, of which the utmost ken of human\nsight can discover but a part, we ought to feel shame at calling such\npaltry stories the word of God.\"Sandra grabbed the football there.Then turning to the Atheist he says:\n\"We did not make ourselves; we did not make the principles of science,\nwhich we discover and apply but cannot alter.\"John left the milk.John took the milk there.Sandra discarded the football.The only revelation of\nGod in which he believes is \"the universal display of himself in the\nworks of creation, and that repugnance we feel in ourselves to bad\nactions, and disposition to do good ones.\"Sandra took the football there.\"The only idea we can have\nof serving God, is that of contributing to the happiness of the living\ncreation that God has made.\"John moved to the kitchen.* Astronomy, as we know, he had studied profoundly.Sandra left the apple.In early\n     life he had studied astronomic globes, purchased at the cost\n     of many a dinner, and the orrery(sp), and attended lectures\n     at the Royal Society.In the \"Age of Reason\" he writes,\n     twenty-one years before Herschel's famous paper on the\n     Nebulae: \"The probability is that each of those fixed stars\n     is also a sun, round which another system of worlds or\n     planets, though too remote for as to discover, performs its\nMary travelled to the kitchen.Daniel went to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.John went back to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the kitchen.It thus appears that in Paine's Theism the deity is made manifest, not\nby omnipotence, a word I do not remember in his theories, but in this\ncorrespondence of universal order and bounty with rcason and conscience,\nand the humane heart In later works this speculative side of his Theism\npresented a remarkable Zoroastrian variation.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the office.Sandra went to the garden.When pressed with Bishop\nButler's terrible argument against previous Deism,--that the God of\nthe Bible is no more cruel than the God of Nature,--Paine declared his\npreference for the Persian religion, which exonerated the deity from\nresponsibility for natural evils, above the Hebrew which attributed\nsuch things to God.Sandra grabbed the milk there.He was willing to sacrifice God's omnipotence to\nhis humanity.John went to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.He repudiates every notion of a devil, but was evidently\nunwilling to ascribe the unconquered realms of chaos to the divine Being\nin whom he believed.Thus, while theology was lowering Jesus to a mere King, glorying in\nbaubles of crown and throne, pleased with adulation, and developing\nhim into an authorizor of all the ills and agonies of the world, so\ndepriving him of his humanity, Paine was recovering from the universe\nsomething like the religion of Jesus himself.Mary left the apple.\"Why even of yourselves\njudge ye not what is right\" In affirming the Religion of Humanity, Paine\ndid not mean what Comte meant, a personification of the continuous life\nof our race*; nor did he merely mean benevolence towards all living\ncreatures.Sandra put down the milk.Daniel journeyed to the garden.* Paine's friend and fellow-prisoner, Anacharsis Clootz, was\n     the first to describe Humanity as \"L'Etre Supreme.\"Daniel got the milk there.He affirmed a Religion based on the authentic divinity of that which\nis supreme in human nature and distinctive of it The sense of right,\njustice, love, mercy, is God himself in man; this spirit judges all\nthings,--all alleged revelations, all gods.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary went back to the bedroom.In affirming a deity too\ngood, loving, just, to do what is ascribed to Jahve, Paine was animated\nby the same spirit that led the early believer to turn from heartless\nelemental gods to one born of woman, bearing in his breast a human\nheart.Sandra moved to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.Pauline theology took away this human divinity, and effected a\nrestoration, by making the Son of Man Jehovah, and commanding the heart\nback from its seat of judgment, where Jesus had set it.Daniel moved to the bedroom.\"Shall the clay\nsay to the potterMary picked up the football there.Mary went to the garden.John travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the bathroom.\"Yes,\" answered\nPaine, \"if the thing felt itself hurt, and could speak.\"He knew as did\nEmerson, whom he often anticipates, that \"no god dare wrong a worm.\"The force of the \"Age of Reason\" is not in its theology, though this\nethical variation of Deism in the direction of humanity is of exceeding\ninterest to students who would trace the evolution of avatars and\nincarnations.Paine's theology was but gradually developed, and in this\nwork is visible only as a tide beginning to rise under the fiery orb of\nhis religious passion.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.\"If the\nbelief of errors not morally bad did no mischief, it would make no part\nof the moral duty of man to oppose and remove them.\"He evinces regret\nthat the New Testament, containing so many elevated moral precepts,\nshould, by leaning on supposed prophecies in the Old Testament, have\nbeen burdened with its barbarities.John travelled to the bathroom.\"It must follow the fate of its\nfoundation.\"John got the football there.This fatal connection, he knows, is not the work of Jesus;\nhe ascribes it to the church which evoked from the Old Testament a\ncrushing system of priestly and imperial power reversing the benign\nprinciples of Jesus.It is this oppression, the throne of all\noppressions, that he assails.His affirmations of the human deity are\nthus mainly expressed in his vehement denials.This long chapter must now draw to a close.It would need a volume to\nfollow thoroughly the argument of this epoch-making book, to which\nI have here written only an introduction, calling attention to its\nevolutionary factors, historical and spiritual.Sandra got the milk there.Such then was the new\nPilgrim's Progress.Sandra left the milk.As in that earlier prison, at Bedford, there shone\nin Paine's cell in the Luxembourg a great and imperishable vision, which\nmultitudes are still following.The Christian teacher of to-day may well ponder this fact.John discarded the football.The atheists\nand secularists of our time are printing, reading, revering a work that\nopposes their opinions.For above its arguments and criticisms they see\nthe faithful heart contending with a mighty Apollyon, girt with all the\nforces of revolutionary and Royal Terrorism.Sandra went to the garden.Just this one Englishman,\nborn again in America, confronting George III.and Robespierre on earth\nand tearing the like of them from the throne of the universe!Know I was on earth\nCount Ugolino, and th' Archbishop he\nRuggieri.Why I neighbour him so close,\nNow list.That through effect of his ill thoughts\nIn him my trust reposing, I was ta'en\nAnd after murder'd, need is not I tell.What therefore thou canst not have heard, that is,\nHow cruel was the murder, shalt thou hear,\nAnd know if he have wrong'd me.A small grate\nWithin that mew, which for my sake the name\nOf famine bears, where others yet must pine,\nAlready through its opening sev'ral moons\nHad shown me, when I slept the evil sleep", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "This one, methought, as master of the sport,\nRode forth to chase the gaunt wolf and his whelps\nUnto the mountain, which forbids the sight\nOf Lucca to the Pisan.Sandra travelled to the garden.With lean brachs\nInquisitive and keen, before him rang'd\nLanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.After short course the father and the sons\nSeem'd tir'd and lagging, and methought I saw\nThe sharp tusks gore their sides.John moved to the office.Mary moved to the office.When I awoke\nBefore the dawn, amid their sleep I heard\nMy sons (for they were with me) weep and ask\nFor bread.Mary picked up the milk there.Right cruel art thou, if no pang\nThou feel at thinking what my heart foretold;\nAnd if not now, why use thy tears to flow?Mary took the apple there.Now had they waken'd; and the hour drew near\nWhen they were wont to bring us food; the mind\nOf each misgave him through his dream, and I\nHeard, at its outlet underneath lock'd up\nThe' horrible tower: whence uttering not a word\nI look'd upon the visage of my sons.I wept not: so all stone I felt within.John went back to the garden.They wept: and one, my little Anslem, cried:\n\"Thou lookest so!Daniel took the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel put down the football there.John picked up the football there.Mary journeyed to the office.Yet\nI shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day\nNor the next night, until another sun\nCame out upon the world.Mary travelled to the bedroom.John put down the football.When a faint beam\nHad to our doleful prison made its way,\nAnd in four countenances I descry'd\nThe image of my own, on either hand\nThrough agony I bit, and they who thought\nI did it through desire of feeding, rose\nO' th' sudden, and cried, 'Father, we should grieve\nFar less, if thou wouldst eat of us: thou gav'st\nThese weeds of miserable flesh we wear,\n\n'And do thou strip them off from us again.'Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down\nMy spirit in stillness.Daniel journeyed to the office.John picked up the football there.Mary travelled to the office.That day and the next\nWe all were silent.John put down the football there.When we came\nTo the fourth day, then Geddo at my feet\nOutstretch'd did fling him, crying, 'Hast no help\nFor me, my father!'Sandra travelled to the hallway.John grabbed the football there.Daniel went back to the bedroom.John went back to the bathroom.There he died, and e'en\nPlainly as thou seest me, saw I the three\nFall one by one 'twixt the fifth day and sixth:\n\n\"Whence I betook me now grown blind to grope\nOver them all, and for", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary went to the office.Thus having spoke,\n\nOnce more upon the wretched skull his teeth\nHe fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone\nFirm and unyielding.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel dropped the football.shame\nOf all the people, who their dwelling make\nIn that fair region, where th' Italian voice\nIs heard, since that thy neighbours are so slack\nTo punish, from their deep foundations rise\nCapraia and Gorgona, and dam up\nThe mouth of Arno, that each soul in thee\nMay perish in the waters!Sandra travelled to the office.What if fame\nReported that thy castles were betray'd\nBy Ugolino, yet no right hadst thou\nTo stretch his children on the rack.For them,\nBrigata, Ugaccione, and the pair\nOf gentle ones, of whom my song hath told,\nTheir tender years, thou modern Thebes!Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Onward we pass'd,\nWhere others skarf'd in rugged folds of ice\nNot on their feet were turn'd, but each revers'd.There very weeping suffers not to weep;\nFor at their eyes grief seeking passage finds\nImpediment, and rolling inward turns\nFor increase of sharp anguish: the first tears\nHang cluster'd, and like crystal vizors show,\nUnder the socket brimming all the cup.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Now though the cold had from my face dislodg'd\nEach feeling, as 't were callous, yet me seem'd\nSome breath of wind I felt.Daniel journeyed to the garden.\"Whence cometh this,\"\nSaid I, \"my master?Is not here below\nAll vapour quench'd?\"--\"'Thou shalt be speedily,\"\nHe answer'd, \"where thine eye shall tell thee whence\nThe cause descrying of this airy shower.\"Then cried out one in the chill crust who mourn'd:\n\"O souls so cruel!Sandra moved to the kitchen.that the farthest post\nHath been assign'd you, from this face remove\nThe harden'd veil, that I may vent the grief\nImpregnate at my heart, some little space\nEre it congeal again!\"I thus replied:\n\"Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid;\nAnd if I extricate thee not, far down\nAs to the lowest ice may I descend!\"\"The friar Alberigo,\" answered he,\n\"Am I, who from the evil garden pluck'd\nIts fruitage, and am here repaid, the date\nMore luscious for my fig.\"--\"Hah!\"I exclaim'd,\n\"Art thou too dead!\"--\"How in the world aloft\nIt fareth with my body,\" answer'd he,\n\"I am right ignorant.Mary left the milk.Such privilege\nHath Ptolomea, that ofttimes the soul\nDrops hither, ere by Atropos divorc'd.And that thou mayst wipe out more willingly\nThe glazed tear-drops that o'erlay mine eyes,\nKnow thatMary travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "And perchance above\nDoth yet appear the body of a ghost,\nWho here behind me winters.Him thou know'st,\nIf thou but newly art arriv'd below.John went back to the bedroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.The years are many that have pass'd away,\nSince to this fastness Branca Doria came.\"\"Now,\" answer'd I, \"methinks thou mockest me,\nFor Branca Doria never yet hath died,\nBut doth all natural functions of a man,\nEats, drinks, and sleeps, and putteth raiment on.\"He thus: \"Not yet unto that upper foss\nBy th' evil talons guarded, where the pitch\nTenacious boils, had Michael Zanche reach'd,\nWhen this one left a demon in his stead\nIn his own body, and of one his kin,\nWho with him treachery wrought.But now put forth\nThy hand, and ope mine eyes.\"men perverse in every way,\nWith every foulness stain'd, why from the earth\nAre ye not cancel'd?Such an one of yours\nI with Romagna's darkest spirit found,\nAs for his doings even now in soul\nIs in Cocytus plung'd, and yet doth seem\nIn body still alive upon the earth.John took the milk there.CANTO XXXIV\n\n\"THE banners of Hell's Monarch do come forth\nTowards us; therefore look,\" so spake my guide,\n\"If thou discern him.\"They found some boards and benches laid\n                    Aside by workmen at their trade,\n                    And these upon the green were placed\n                    By willing hands with proper haste.Sandra took the football there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Said one, who board and bench combined:\n                    \"All art is not to cooks confined,\n                    And some expertness we can show\n                    As well as those who mix the dough.\"Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.And all was as the speaker said;\n                In fact, they were some points ahead;\n              For when the cooks their triumphs showed,\n            The table waited for its load.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.The knives and forks and dishes white\n        By secret methods came to light.Much space would be required to tell\n    Just how the table looked so well;\n    But kitchen cupboards, three or four,\n    Must there have yielded up their storeJohn went back to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.Daniel took the apple there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.When people find a carver hacked,\n    A saucer chipped, or platter cracked,\n    They should be somewhat slow to claim\n    That servants are the ones to blame;\n        For Brownies may have used the ware\n      And failed to show the proper care.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the hallway.[Illustration]\n\n     A few, as waiters, passed about\n    New dishes when the old gave out,\n     And saw the plates, as soon as bare,\n      Were heaped again with something rare.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.No member, as you may believe,\n        Was anxious such a place to leave,\n                Until he had a taste at least\n                Of all the dishes in the feast.The Brownies, when they break their fast,\n                Will eat as long as viands last,\n                And even birds can not depend\n                On crumbs or pickings at the end:\n                The plates were scraped, the kettles clean,\n                And not a morsel to be seen,\n                Ere Brownies from that table ran\n                To shun the prying eyes of man.Daniel left the apple.Daniel got the apple there.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE BROWNIES' HALLOW-EVE.John travelled to the office.[Illustration]\n\n    On Hallow-eve, that night of fun,\n     When elves and goblins frisk and run,\n       And many games and tricks are tried\n         At every pleasant fireside,\n        The Brownies halted to survey\n       A village that below them lay,\n      And wondered as they rested there\n    To hear the laughter fill the air\n    That from the happy children came\n    As they enjoyed some pleasant game.Sandra discarded the milk.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra got the football there.Said one: \"What means this merry flow\n    That comes so loudly from below,\n    Uncommon pleasures must abound\n    Where so", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Another said: \"Now, by your leave,\n    I'll tell you 't is All-Hallow-eve,\n    When people meet to have their sport\n    At curious games of every sort;\n    I know them all from first to last,\n    And now, before the night has passed,\n    For some convenient place we'll start\n    Without delay to play our part.\"Two dozen mouths commenced to show\n    Their teeth in white and even row;\n    Two dozen voices cried with speed,\n    \"The plan is good we're all agreed.\"Mary went back to the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    And in a trice four dozen feet\n    Went down the hill with even beat.Without a long or wearying race\n    The Brownies soon secured a place\n    That answered well in every way\n    For all the games they wished to play.There tubs of water could be found,\n    By which to stoop or kneel around,\n    And strive to bring the pennies out\n    That on the bottom slipped about.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Then heads were wet and shoulders, too,\n    Where some would still the coin pursue,\n    And mouth about now here and there\n    Without a pause or breath of air\n    Until in pride, with joyful cries,\n    They held aloft the captured prize.More stood the tempting bait beneath,\n    And with a hasty snap of teeth\n    The whirling apple thought to claim\n    And shun the while the candle's flame,--\n    But found that with such pleasure goes\n    An eye-brow singed, or blistered nose.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    More named the oats as people do\n    To try which hearts are false, which true,\n    And on the griddle placed the pair\n    To let them part or smoulder there;\n    And smiled to see, through woe or weal,\n    How often hearts were true as steel.Mary went back to the office.Still others tried to read their fate\n    Or fortune in a dish or plate,\n    Learn whether they would ever wed,\n    Or lead a single life instead;\n    Or if their mate would be a blessing,\n    Or prove a partner most distressing.Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    Then others in the open air,\n    Of fun and frolic had their share;\n    Played \"hide and seek,\" and \"blindman's buff,\"\n    And \"tag\" o'er places smooth or rough,\n    And \"snap the whip\" and \"trip the toe,\"\n    And games that none but Brownies know.As if their lives at stake were placed,John took the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The hours flew past as hours will\n    When joys do every moment fill;\n    The moon grew weak and said good-night,\n    And turned her pallid face from sight;\n    Then weakening stars began to fail,\n    But still the Brownies kept the vale;\n    Full many a time had hours retired\n    Much faster than the band desired,\n    And pleasure seemed too sweet to lay\n    Aside, because of coming day,\n      But never yet with greater pain\n        Did they behold the crimson stain\n          That morning spread along the sky,\n            And told them they must homeward fly\n\n\n\n\nTHE BROWNIES' [Illustration] FLAG-POLE.[Illustration]\n\n    The Brownies through a village bound,\n    Paused in their run to look around,\n    And wondered why the central square\n    Revealed no flag-pole tall and fair.Said one: \"Without delay we'll go\n    To woods that stand some miles below.\"Come, you forgive me, do you not?\"she said, trying to subdue her emotion; \"but the recollection\nof that quarrel pains me--I was so alarmed on your account; if the crowd\nhad sided with that man!\"said Frances, coming to the sewing-girl's relief, without knowing\nit, \"I was never so afraid in all my life!\"Daniel got the football there.\"Oh, mother,\" rejoined Agricola, trying to change a conversation which\nhad now become disagreeable for the sempstress, \"for the wife of a horse\ngrenadier of the Imperial Guard, you have not much courage.Mary travelled to the garden.Oh, my brave\nfather; I can't believe he is really coming!The very thought turns me\ntopsy-turvy!\"\"Heaven grant he may come,\" said Frances, with a sigh.Mary moved to the bedroom.Lord knows, you\nhave had masses enough said for his return.\"\"Agricola, my child,\" said Frances, interrupting her son, and shaking her\nhead sadly, \"do not speak in that way.Besides, you are talking of your\nfather.\"\"Well, I'm in for it this evening.Daniel moved to the office.'Tis your turn now; positively, I am\ngrowing stupid, or going crazy.That's the\nonly word I can get out to-night.You know that, when I do let out on\ncertain subjects, it is because I can't help it; for I know well the pain\nit gives you.\"\"You do not offend me, my poor, dear, misguided boy.\"\"It comes to the same thing; and there is nothing so bad as to offend\none's mother; and, with respect to what I said about father's return, I\ndo not see that we have any cause to doubt it.\"\"But we have not heard from him for four months.\"\"You know, mother, in his letter--that is, in the letter which he\ndictated (for you remember that", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"True, my child; and February is come, and no news yet.\"\"The greater reason why we should wait patiently.But I'll tell you more:\nI should not be surprised if our good Gabriel were to come back about the\nsame time.John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.His last letter from America makes me hope so.What pleasure,\nmother, should all the family be together!\"Sandra grabbed the football there.\"And that day will soon come, trust me.\"\"Do you remember your father, Agricola?\"Sandra journeyed to the office.\"To tell the truth, I remember most his great grenadier's shako and\nmoustache, which used to frighten me so, that nothing but the red ribbon\nof his cross of honor, on the white facings of his uniform, and the\nshining handle of his sabre, could pacify me; could it, mother?What he must suffer at being separated from us at\nhis age--sixty and past!my child, my heart breaks, when I think\nthat he comes home only to change one kind of poverty for another.\"Isn't there a room here for you and for him;\nand a table for you too?Only, my good mother, since we are talking of\ndomestic affairs,\" added the blacksmith, imparting increased tenderness\nto his tone, that he might not shock his mother, \"when he and Gabriel\ncome home, you won't want to have any more masses said, and tapers burned\nfor them, will you?Well, that saving will enable father to have tobacco\nto smoke, and his bottle of wine every day.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Then, on Sundays, we will\ntake a nice dinner at the eating-house.\"Instead of doing so, some one half-opened the door,\nand, thrusting in an arm of a pea-green color, made signs to the\nblacksmith.Mary went to the garden.\"'Tis old Loriot, the pattern of dyers,\" said Agricola; \"come in, Daddy,\nno ceremony.\"\"Impossible, my lad; I am dripping with dye from head to foot; I should\ncover missus's floor with green.\"It will remind me of the fields I like so much.\"\"Without joking, Agricola, I must speak to you immediately.\"Oh, be easy; what's he to us?\"\"No; I think he's gone; at any rate, the fog is so thick I can't see him.But that's not it--come, come quickly!It is very important,\" said the\ndyer, with a mysterious look; \"and only concerns you.\"\"Go and see, my child,\" said Frances.\"Yes, mother; but the deuce take me if I can make it out.\"And the blacksmith left the room, leaving his mother with Mother Bunch.In five minutes Agricola returned; his face was pale and agitated--his\neyes glistened with tears, and his hands trembled; but his countenance\nexpressed extraordinary happiness and emotion.He stood at the door for a\nmoment, as if too much affected to accost his mother.Frances's sight was so bad that she did not immediately perceive the\nchange her son's", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary went to the garden.\"Well, my child--what is it?\"Before the blacksmith could reply, Mother Bunch, who had more\ndiscernment, exclaimed: \"Goodness, Agricola--how pale you are!John picked up the milk there.\"Mother,\" said the artisan, hastening to Frances, without replying to the\nsempstress,--\"mother, expect news that will astonish you; but promise me\nyou will be calm.\"Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mother Bunch was\nright--you are quite pale.\"and Agricola, kneeling before Frances, took both her\nhands in his--\"you must--you do not know,--but--\"\n\nThe blacksmith could not go on.John discarded the milk.'What is the matter?--you\nterrify me!\"John journeyed to the bedroom.\"Oh, no, I would not terrify you; on the contrary,\" said Agricola, drying\nhis eyes--\"you will be so happy.But, again, you must try and command\nyour feelings, for too much joy is as hurtful as too much grief.\"John got the football there.\"Did I not say true, when I said he would come?\"She rose from her seat; but her surprise and\nemotion were so great that she put one hand to her heart to still its\nbeating, and then she felt her strength fail.John moved to the bathroom.Her son sustained her, and\nassisted her to sit down.Sandra went to the office.Mother Bunch, till now, had stood discreetly apart, witnessing from a\ndistance the scene which completely engrossed Agricola and his mother.But she now drew near timidly, thinking she might be useful; for Frances\nchanged color more and more.\"Come, courage, mother,\" said the blacksmith; \"now the shock is over, you\nhave only to enjoy the pleasure of seeing my father.\"It must not be expected that a colt can be fetched out of a grass field\none day and trained well enough to show himself off creditably in the\nring the next; and a rough raw colt makes both itself and its groom\nlook small.Training properly takes time and patience, and it is best\nto begin early with the process, from birth for choice.The lessons\nneed not, and certainly should not, be either long or severe at the\noutset, but just enough to teach the youngster what is required of him.When teaching horses to stand at \u201cattention\u201d they should not be made to\nstretch themselves out as if they were wanted to reach from one side\nof the ring to the other, neither should they be allowed to stand like\nan elephant on a tub.They should be taught to stand squarely on all\nfours in a becoming and businesslike way.The best place for the groom\nwhen a horse is wanted to stand still is exactly in front and facing\nthe animal.The rein is usually gripped about a foot from the head.Daniel went back to the hallway.Mares can often be allowed a little more \u201chead,\u201d but with stallions\nit may be better to take hold close to the bit, always remembering to\nhave the loop end of the rein in the palm,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The leader should \u201cgo with his horse,\u201d or keep step with\nhim, but need not \u201cpick up\u201d in such a manner as to make it appear to\nbystanders that he is trying to make up for the shortcomings of his\nhorse.John took the apple there.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Both horse and man want to practise the performance in the home paddock\na good many times before perfection can be reached, and certainly\na little time thus spent is better than making a bad show when the\ncritical moment arrives that they are both called out to exhibit\nthemselves before a crowd of critics.If well trained the horse will respond to the call of the judges with\nonly a word, and no whip or stick need be used to get it through the\nrequired walks and trots, or back to its place in the rank.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary went to the hallway.There is a class of men who would profit by giving a little time to\ntraining young horse stock, and that is the farmers who breed but do\nnot show.Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John grabbed the football there.Of course, \u201cprofessional show-men\u201d (as they are sometimes\ncalled) prefer to \u201cbuy their gems in the rough,\u201d and put on the polish\nthemselves, and then take the profits for so doing.But why should not\nthe breeder make his animals show to their very best, and so get a\nbetter price into his own pocket?Finally, I would respectfully suggest that if some of the horse show\nsocieties were to have a horse-showing competition, _i.e._ give prizes\nto the men who showed out a horse in the best manner, it would be both\ninteresting and instructive to horse lovers.John put down the apple.Sandra went back to the kitchen.CHAPTER IX\n\nORIGIN AND PROGRESS OF THE SHIRE\n\n\nIt is evident that a breed of comparatively heavy horses existed in\nBritain at the time of the Roman Invasion, when Queen Boadicea\u2019s\nwarriors met C\u00e6sar\u2019s fighting men (who were on foot) in war chariots\ndrawn by active but powerful horses, remarkable--as Sir Walter Gilbey\u2019s\nbook on \u201cThe Great Horse\u201d says--for \u201cstrength, substance, courage and\ndocility.\u201d\n\nThese characteristics have been retained and improved upon all down the\nages since.Sandra went to the office.The chariot with its knives, or blades, to mow down the\nenemy was superseded by regiments of cavalry, the animals ridden being\nthe Old English type of War Horse.John moved to the bathroom.John put down the football.In those days it was the lighter or\nsecond-rate animals, what we may call \u201cthe culls,\u201d which were left for\nagricultural purposes.Mary dropped the milk.The English knight, when clad in armour, weighed\nsomething like 4 cwt., therefore a weedy animal would have sunk under\nsuch a burden.John picked up the football there.Daniel travelled to the office.Mary got the milk there.This evidently forced the early breedMary left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the office.John moved to the bedroom.Daniel took the football there.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary moved to the kitchen.It is easy to understand that a long-backed, light-middled mount with\na weight of 4 cwt.Daniel left the football there.Daniel got the football there.on his back would simply double up when stopped\nsuddenly by the rider to swing his battle axe at the head of his\nantagonist, so we find from pictures and plates that the War Horse of\nthose far-off days was wide and muscular in his build, very full in his\nthighs, while the saddle in use reached almost from the withers to the\nhips, thus proving that the back was short.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.There came a time, however, when speed and mobility were preferred to\nmere weight.John went back to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the office.The knight cast away his armour and selected a lighter and\nfleeter mount than the War Horse of the ancient Britons.Sandra went to the office.The change was, perhaps, began at the battle of Bannockburn in 1314.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra went to the bathroom.Daniel took the milk there.It is recorded that Robert Bruce rode a \u201cpalfrey\u201d in that battle, on\nwhich he dodged the charges of the ponderous English knights, and\nhe took a very heavy toll, not only of English warriors but of their\nmassive horses; therefore it is not unreasonable to suppose that some\nof the latter were used for breeding purposes, and thus helped to build\nup the Scottish, or Clydesdale, breed of heavy horses; but what was\nEngland\u2019s loss became Scotland\u2019s gain, in that the Clydesdale breed had\na class devoted to it at the Highland Society\u2019s Show in 1823, whereas\nhis English relative, \u201cthe Shire,\u201d did not receive recognition by the\nRoyal Agricultural Society of England till 1883, sixty years later.Daniel dropped the apple.John travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.As\na War Horse the British breed known as \u201cThe Great Horse\u201d seems to have\nbeen at its best between the Norman Conquest, 1066, and the date of\nBannockburn above-mentioned, owing to the fact that the Norman nobles,\nwho came over with William the Conqueror, fought on horseback, whereas\nthe Britons of old used to dismount out of their chariots, and fight on\nfoot.John journeyed to the bathroom.The Battle of Hastings was waged between Harold\u2019s English Army of\ninfantry-men and William the Conqueror\u2019s Army of horsemen, ending in a\nvictory for the latter.Sandra moved to the office.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.The Flemish horses thus became known to English horse breeders, and\nthey were certainly used to help lay the foundation of the Old English\nbreed of cart horses.Daniel discarded the football.had\nbeen profligJohn journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John moved to the hallway.The reader may remember how\nthe unhappy Emperor Maurice as his five innocent sons were in turn\nmurdered before his eyes, at each stroke piously ejaculated: 'Thou art\njust, O Lord!Sandra went to the office.Daniel went to the bathroom.'[8] Any name would befit\nthis kind of transaction better than that which, in the dealings of men\nwith one another at least, we reserve for the honourable anxiety that he\nshould reap who has sown, that the reward should be to him who has\ntoiled for it, and the pain to him who has deliberately incurred it.John journeyed to the kitchen.What is gained by attributing to the divine government a method tainted\nwith every quality that could vitiate the enactment of penalties by a\ntemporal sovereign?Sandra took the apple there.We need not labour this part of the discussion further.Sandra took the football there.Though conducted\nwith much brilliance and vigour by De Maistre, it is not his most\nimportant nor remarkable contribution to thought.Sandra left the football.Before passing on to\nthat, it is worth while to make one remark.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John went back to the bedroom.It will be inferred from De\nMaistre's general position that he was no friend to physical science.Just as moderns see in the advance of the methods and boundaries of\nphysical knowledge the most direct and sure means of displacing the\nunfruitful subjective methods of old, and so of renovating the entire\nfield of human thought and activity, so did De Maistre see, as his\nschool has seen since, that here was the stronghold of his foes.Sandra dropped the apple there.Sandra grabbed the apple there.'Ah,\nhow dearly,' he exclaimed, 'has man paid for the natural sciences!'Not\nbut that Providence designed that man should know something about them;\nonly it must be in due order.The ancients were not permitted to attain\nto much or even any sound knowledge of physics, indisputably above us as\nthey were in force of mind, a fact shown by the superiority of their\nlanguages which ought to silence for ever the voice of our modern pride.Why did the ancients remain so ignorant of natural science?John picked up the milk there.'When all Europe was Christian, when the priests\nwere the universal teachers, when all the establishments of Europe were\nChristianised, when theology had taken its place at the head of all\ninstruction, and the other faculties were ranged around her like maids\nof honour round their queen, the human race being thus prepared, then\nthe natural sciences were given to it.'Sandra went to the bathroom.Science must be kept in its\nplace, for it resembles fire which, when confined in the grates prepared\nfor it, is the most useful and powerful of man's servants; scattered\nabout anyhow, it is the most terrible of scourges.Whence the marked\nsupremacy of the seventeenth century, especially in France?Sandra went back to the hallway.From the\nhappy accord of religion, science, and chivalry, and from the supremacy\nconceded to the first.The more perfectJohn journeyed to the bathroom.John left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The more theology is cultivated, honoured, and supreme, then, other\nthings being equal, the more perfect will human science be: that is to\nsay, it will have the greater force and expansion, and will be the more\nfree from every mischievous and perilous connection.John went to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John journeyed to the kitchen.[9]\n\nLittle would be gained here by serious criticism of a view of this kind\nfrom a positive point.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.How little, the reader will understand from De\nMaistre's own explanations of his principles of Proof and Evidence.Mary moved to the office.Daniel went back to the office.Sandra went back to the bathroom.'They have called to witness against Moses,' he says, 'history,\nchronology, astronomy, geology, etc.John grabbed the milk there.The objections have disappeared\nbefore true science; but those were profoundly wise who despised them\nbefore any inquiry, or who only examined them in order to discover a\nrefutation, but without ever doubting that there was one.John grabbed the apple there.Even a\nmathematical objection ought to be despised, for though it may be a\ndemonstrated truth, still you will never be able to demonstrate that it\ncontradicts a truth that has been demonstrated before.'Sandra journeyed to the office.Mary went to the hallway.John went to the bathroom.His final\nformula he boldly announced in these words: '_Que toutes les fois qu'une\nproposition sera prouvee par le genre de preuve qui lui appartient,\nl'objection quelconque,_ MEME INSOLUBLE, _ne doit plus etre ecoutee._'\nSuppose, for example, that by a consensus of testimony it were perfectly\nproved that Archimedes set fire to the fleet of Marcellus by a\nburning-glass; then all the objections of geometry disappear.John discarded the apple.John put down the milk.Prove if\nyou can, and if you choose, that by certain laws a glass, in order to be\ncapable of setting fire to the Roman fleet, must have been as big as the\nwhole city of Syracuse, and ask me what answer I have to make to that.John picked up the apple there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John took the milk there.'_J'ai a vous repondre qu'Archimede brula la flotte romaine avec un\nmiroir ardent._'\n\nThe interesting thing about such opinions as these is not the exact\nheight and depth of their falseness, but the considerations which could\nrecommend them to a man of so much knowledge, both of books and of the\nouter facts of life, and of so much natural acuteness as De Maistre.Daniel travelled to the garden.Paul three or four hours in\nadvance of the regular mail, which would give him that much advantage\nover his competitors.Owing to some miscalculation as to the time the\nstage left Chicago the message was delivered in St.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went back to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.Paul twenty-four\nhours earlier than was expected, and the proprietor of the Minnesotian\nhad the pleasure of receiving a copy of his own paper, containing the\ncomplete message, long before he returned to St.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the hallway.The management\nalways provided an oyster supper for the employes of the paper first\nout with the message, and it generally required a week for the typos\nto fully recover from its effect.Sandra got the football there.*       *       *       *       *\n\nAs an evidence of what was uppermost in the minds of most people at\nthis time, and is probably still true to-day, it may be related that\nin the spring of 1860, when the great prize fight between Heenan and\nSayers was to occur in England, and the meeting of the Democratic\nnational convention in Charleston, in which the Minnesota Democrats\nwere in hopes that their idol, Stephen A. Douglas, would be nominated\nfor president, the first question asked by the people I would meet on\nthe way from the boat landing to the office would be: \"Anything from\nthe prize fight?Sandra put down the football.*       *       *       *       *\n\n\"The good old times\" printers often talk about were evidently not the\nyears between the great panic of 1857 and the breaking out of the\nCivil war in 1861.Daniel moved to the hallway.Wages were low and there was absolutely no money to\nspeak of.When a man did occasionally get a dollar he was not sure it\nwould be worth its face value when the next boat would arrive with\na new Bank Note Reporter.Married men considered themselves very\nfortunate when they could get, on Saturday night, an order on a\ngrocery or dry goods store for four or five dollars, and the single\nmen seldom received more than $2 or $3 cash.That was not more than\nhalf enough to pay their board bill.Mary took the milk there.This state of affairs continued\nuntil the Press was started in 1861, when Gov.Marshall inaugurated\nthe custom, which still prevails, of paying his employes every\nSaturday night.Mary moved to the office.*       *       *       *       *\n\nAnother instance of the lack of enterprise on the part of the daily\npaper of that day:\n\nDuring the summer of 1860 a large party of Republican statesmen and\npoliticians visited St.Sandra went to the garden.Paul, consisting of State Senator W.H.Senator John P. Hale, Charles Francis Adams, Senator Nye, Gen.Stewart\nL. Woodford and several others of lesser celebrity.The party came to\nMinnesota in the interest of the Republican candidate for president.Seward made a great speech from the front steps of the old\ncapitol, in which he predicted that at some distant day the capitol\nof this great republic would be located not far from", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary took the apple there.Mary discarded the apple.There was a large gathering at the capitol to hear him, but\nthose who were not fortunate enough to get within sound of his voice\nhad to wait until the New York Herald, containing a full report of\nhis speech, reached St.Sandra grabbed the football there.Paul before they could read what the great\nstatesman had said.Sandra picked up the milk there.John journeyed to the garden.*       *       *       *       *\n\nIn the fall of 1860 the first telegraph line was completed to St.Newspaper proprietors thought they were then in the world, so\nfar as news is concerned, but it was not to be so.The charges for\ntelegraph news were so excessive that the three papers in St.Paul\ncould not afford the luxury of the \"latest news by Associated Press.\"Mary took the apple there.The offices combined against the extortionate rates demanded by the\ntelegraph company and made an agreement not to take the dispatches\nuntil the rates were lowered; but it was like an agreement of the\nrailroad presidents of the present day, it was not adhered to.John went to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.The\nPioneer made a secret contract with the telegraph company and left the\nMinnesotian and the Times out in the cold.Mary left the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Of course that was a very\nunpleasant state of affairs and for some time the Minnesotian and\nTimes would wait until the Pioneer was out in the morning and would\nthen set up the telegraph and circulate their papers.Mary moved to the garden.One of the\neditors connected with the Minnesotian had an old acquaintance in the\npressroom of the Pioneer, and through him secured one of the first\npapers printed.Mary moved to the bedroom.This had been going on for some time when Earle S.\nGoodrich, the editor of the Pioneer, heard of it, and he accordingly\nmade preparation to perpetrate a huge joke on the Minnesotian.John journeyed to the office.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Goodrich was a very versatile writer and he prepared four or five\ncolumns of bogus telegraph and had it set up and two or three copies\nof the Pioneer printed for the especial use of the Minnesotian.John travelled to the kitchen.Amongst the bogus news was a two-column\nspeech purporting to have been made by William H. Seward in the senate\njust previous to the breaking out of the war.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Seward's well-known\nideas were so closely imitated that their genuineness were not\nquestioned.The rest of the news was made up of dispatches purporting\nto be from the then excited Southern States.Sandra put down the football.The Minnesotian received\na Pioneer about 4 o'clock in the morning and by 8 the entire edition\nwas distributed throughout the city.I had distributed the Minnesotian\nthroughout the upper portion of the city, and just as I returned to\nBridge", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the garden.Mary took the milk there.As soon as I learned what\nhad happened I did not do either.\u201cGood-day, sir,\u201d the younger said simply, with a little inclination of\nthe head, but with no \u201cMr.Sandra went to the bedroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.Boyce,\u201d and no proffer of her gloved fingers.John journeyed to the bathroom.The young man murmured \u201cso delighted to have had the privilege\u201d between\nlow answering bows, and then stood watching the two fur-draped figures\nmove to the door and disappear, with a certain blankness of expression\non his face which seemed to say that he had hoped for a more cordial\nleave-taking.Then he smiled with reassurance, folded up and pocketed\nhis thin car-cap, adjusted his glossy silk hat carefully, and proceeded\nto tug out his own valise.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Sandra took the apple there.It was a matter of some difficulty to get the\ncumbrous bag down off the high icy steps to the ground.It was even more\ndisagreeable to carry it along when he had got it down, and after a few\npaces he let it fall with a grunt of vexation, and looked about him for\nassistance.Sandra dropped the apple there.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra took the football there.Mary went back to the hallway.\u201cHow much better they do these things in Europe!\u201d was what\nhe thought as he looked.All day long he had been journeying over a snowbound country--with\nwhite-capped houses, white-frozen streams, white-tufted firs,\nwhite-mantled fields and roads and hillsides, forever dodging one\nanother in the dissolving panorama before his window.The train drawn\nup for the moment behind him might have come in from the North Pole, so\ncompletely laden with snow was every flat surface--of roof and beam,\nof platform and window-frame--presented by the dark line of massive\ncoaches.Yet it seemed to him that there was more snow, more bleak and\ncheerless evidence of winter, here in his native Thessaly, than he had\nseen anywhere else.It was characteristic, too, he felt, that nobody\nshould appear to care how much inconvenience this snow caused.Sandra put down the football.There was\nbut an indifferently shovelled path leading from where he stood,\nacross the open expanse of side-tracks to the old and dingy d\u00e9p\u00f4t\nbeyond--cleared for the use of such favored passengers as might alight\nfrom the drawing-room section of the train.Mary discarded the milk.Those who had arrived in\nthe ordinary cars at the rear were left to flounder through the\nsmoke-begrimed drifts as best they could.The foremost of these unconsidered travellers were coming up, red and\nangry with the exertion of carrying their own luggage, and plunging\nmiserably along through the great ridges of discolored snow heaped\nbetween the tracks,Mary picked up the milk there.Mary put down the milk.Sandra got the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John took the football there.John left the football.Boyce\u2019s impatient eye fell upon somebody he\nknew.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra got the football there.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\u201cHello there, Lawton!\u201d he shouted.John journeyed to the bedroom.\u201cCome here and help me with this\ninfernal bag, won\u2019t you!\u201d\n\nThe man to whom he called had been gazing down the yard at the advancing\nwayfarers.He looked up now, hesitated for a moment, then came forward\nslowly, shuffling through the snow to the path.Sandra dropped the football.He was a middle-aged,\nthin, and round-shouldered man, weak and unkempt as to face and hair and\nbeard, with shabby clothes and no overcoat.Mary moved to the kitchen.Although he wore mittens,\nhe still from force of habit had his hands plunged half-way into his\ntrousers pockets.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Mary went to the bathroom.Even where it would have been easy to step over\nthe intermittent drifts and mounds at the sides of the tracks, he\nshiftlessly pushed his feet through them instead.\u201cHello, Hod!\u201d he said slowly, with a kind of melancholy hesitation, \u201cis\nthat you?\u201d\n\nYoung Mr.Mary moved to the bedroom.Boyce ignored the foolish question, and indicated the valise\nwith a nod of his head.John went back to the bathroom.\u201cI wish you\u2019d get that thing down to the house, Ben.Daniel discarded the apple there.Mary travelled to the kitchen.And take these\nchecks for my trunks, too, will you, and see that they\u2019re brought down.Sandra picked up the football there.Why isn\u2019t he here, on hand, attending\nto his business?\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know as I can, Hod,\u201d said the man without an overcoat, idly\nkicking into a heap of mingled cinders and snow with his wet,\npatched boots, and glancing uneasily down the yard.\u201cI\u2019m down here\na-waitin\u2019--for--that is to say, I\u2019ve got somethin\u2019 else to do.Prob\u2019ly\nyou can get some other fellow outside the deepo.\u201d\n\nMr.Sandra left the football there.Boyce\u2019s answer to this was to add a bright half-dollar to the brass\nbaggage-checks he already held in his hand.The coin was on the top, and\nBen Lawton could not help looking at it.Mary went to the hallway.\u201cI ought to stay here, you know,\u201d he faltered.Daniel got the apple there.I\u2019m lookin\u2019 for--somebody a-comin\u2019 in on this\ntrain.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, you can look, can\u2019t you, and do this too?Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary took the football there.John travelled to the hallway.There\u2019s no hurry about\ntheMary put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "If they\u2019re home two hours hence it will be time enough.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I know, it might be so as I could do it, later on,\u201d said Lawton,\ntaking one of his hands from his pocket and stretching it tentatively\ntoward the money.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Then a second thought prompted him to waver, and he\ndrew back the hand, muttering feebly: \u201cThen, again, it might be so as\nI couldn\u2019t do it.Daniel journeyed to the office.And yet--I don\u2019t\nknow--p\u2019raps--\u201d\n\nMr.Sandra got the apple there.Boyce settled the question by briskly reaching down for his bag.\u201cI\u2019ve got no more time to waste\nwith you.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.I\u2019ll do it myself.\u201d\n\nBefore he had fairly lifted the valise from the ground, the irresolute\nLawton made up his mind.\u201cPut her down again, Hod,\u201d he said.\u201cI\u2019ll\nmanage it somehow.\u201d\n\nHe took the half-dollar in his mittened hand, and tossed it gently up\nand down on the striped blue and white surface of yarn.Sandra dropped the apple.\u201cIt\u2019s the first\nmoney I\u2019ve earned for over a week,\u201d he remarked, as if in self-defence.Mary grabbed the football there.Even as he spoke, a young woman in black who had been wandering about\nin the d\u00e9p\u00f4t yard came running excitedly up to him.She gave a little\ninarticulate cry of recognition as she drew near.He turned, saw her,\nand in a bewildered way opened his arms.Sandra went to the bedroom.She dropped her bundles and\nbandbox heedlessly into the snow, and threw herself upon his breast,\nhiding her face on his threadbare coat, and sobbing audibly.Boyce had been entirely unprepared for this demonstration, and\nlooked wonderingly upon the couple who stood in the path before him.Mary travelled to the kitchen.After a moment or two of silent inspection he made as if to pass them,\nbut they did not move.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour,\" said Jamie Soutar,\nwho had been at the threshing, \"an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying\nas white as deith on the floor o' the loft, wi' his head on a sheaf, an'\nBurnbrae haudin' the bandage ticht an' prayin' a' the while, and the\nmither greetin' in the corner.she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's\nfeet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder\nas the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his\nhorse's mooth.wes a' that passed his lips, an", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary grabbed the milk there.An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent\naff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.John picked up the apple there.Mary went to the bathroom.\"Noo that's feenished, and his constitution 'ill dae the rest,\" and he\ncarried the lad doon the ladder in his airms like a bairn, and laid him\nin his bed, and waits aside him till he wes sleepin', and then says he:\n'Burnbrae, yir gey lad never tae say 'Collie, will yelick?'for a' hevna\ntasted meat for saxteen hoors.'\"It was michty tae see him come intae the yaird that day, neeburs; the\nverra look o' him wes victory.\"[Illustration: \"THE VERRA LOOK O' HIM WES VICTORY\"]\n\nJamie's cynicism slipped off in the enthusiasm of this reminiscence, and\nhe expressed the feeling of Drumtochty.Daniel moved to the garden.John put down the apple.No one sent for MacLure save in\ngreat straits, and the sight of him put courage in sinking hearts.But\nthis was not by the grace of his appearance, or the advantage of a good\nbedside manner.A tall, gaunt, loosely made man, without an ounce of\nsuperfluous flesh on his body, his face burned a dark brick color by\nconstant exposure to the weather, red hair and beard turning grey,\nhonest blue eyes that look you ever in the face, huge hands with wrist\nbones like the shank of a ham, and a voice that hurled his salutations\nacross two fields, he suggested the moor rather  than the drawing-room.But what a clever hand it was in an operation, as delicate as a woman's,\nand what a kindly voice it was in the humble room where the shepherd's\nwife was weeping by her man's bedside.He was \"ill pitten the gither\" to\nbegin with, but many of his physical defects were the penalties of his\nwork, and endeared him to the Glen.That ugly scar that cut into his\nright eyebrow and gave him such a sinister expression, was got one night\nJess slipped on the ice and laid him insensible eight miles from home.His limp marked the big snowstorm in the fifties, when his horse missed\nthe road in Glen Urtach, and they rolled together in a drift.MacLure\nescaped with a broken leg and the fracture of three ribs, but he never\nwalked like other men again.He could not swing himself into the saddle\nwithout making two attempts and holding Jess's mane.Mary left the milk.Neither can you\n\"warstle\" through the peat bogs and snow drifts for forty winters\nwithout a touch of rheumatism.But they were honorable scars, and for\nsuch risks of life men get the Victoria Cross in other fields.[Illustration: \"FOR SUCH RISKS OF LIFE MEN GET THE VICTORIA CROSS IN\nOTHER FIELDS\"]\n\nMacLure got", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Hopps earned the ill-will of the Glen for ever by criticising\nthe doctor's dress, but indeed it would have filled any townsman with\namazement.John journeyed to the kitchen.Black he wore once a year, on Sacrament Sunday, and, if\npossible, at a funeral; topcoat or waterproof never.Daniel travelled to the office.His jacket and\nwaistcoat were rough homespun of Glen Urtach wool, which threw off the\nwet like a duck's back, and below he was clad in shepherd's tartan\ntrousers, which disappeared into unpolished riding boots.Sandra moved to the kitchen.His shirt was\ngrey flannel, and he was uncertain about a collar, but certain as to a\ntie which he never had, his beard doing instead, and his hat was soft\nfelt of four colors and seven different shapes.His point of distinction\nin dress was the trousers, and they were the subject of unending\nspeculation.\"Some threep that he's worn thae eedentical pair the last twenty year,\nan' a' mind masel him gettin' a tear ahint, when he was crossin' oor\npalin', and the mend's still veesible.Sandra got the milk there.John moved to the bedroom.\"Ithers declare 'at he's got a wab o' claith, and hes a new pair made in\nMuirtown aince in the twa year maybe, and keeps them in the garden till\nthe new look wears aff.\"For ma ain pairt,\" Soutar used to declare, \"a' canna mak up my mind,\nbut there's ae thing sure, the Glen wud not like tae see him withoot\nthem: it wud be a shock tae confidence.Mary went back to the kitchen.There's no muckle o' the check\nleft, but ye can aye tell it, and when ye see thae breeks comin' in ye\nken that if human pooer can save yir bairn's life it 'ill be dune.\"Sandra put down the milk.The confidence of the Glen--and tributary states--was unbounded, and\nrested partly on long experience of the doctor's resources, and partly\non his hereditary connection.\"His father was here afore him,\" Mrs.Mary took the milk there.Macfadyen used to explain; \"atween\nthem they've hed the countyside for weel on tae a century; if MacLure\ndisna understand oor constitution, wha dis, a' wud like tae ask?\"John travelled to the bathroom.John went back to the hallway.For Drumtochty had its own constitution and a special throat disease, as\nbecame a parish which was quite self-contained between the woods and the\nhills, and not dependent on the lowlands either for its diseases or its\ndoctors.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John travelled to the kitchen.\"He's a skilly man, Doctor MacLure,\" continued my friend Mrs.Mary went back to the hallway.Macfayden,\nwhose judgment on sermons or anything else was seldom at faultMary left the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.\"He aye can tell what's wrang wi' a body, an' maistly he can put ye\nricht, and there's nae new-fangled wys wi' him: a blister for the\nootside an' Epsom salts for the inside dis his wark, an' they say\nthere's no an herb on the hills he disna ken.John journeyed to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.Hillocks was sitting in the post-office one afternoon when\nI looked in for my letters, and the right side of his face was blazing\nred.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.His subject of discourse was the prospects of the turnip \"breer,\"\nbut he casually explained that he was waiting for medical advice.Mary went to the bathroom.John went to the kitchen.\"The gudewife is keepin' up a ding-dong frae mornin' till nicht aboot ma\nface, and a'm fair deaved (deafened), so a'm watchin' for MacLure tae\nget a bottle as he comes wast; yon's him noo.\"Mary picked up the football there.The doctor made his diagnosis from horseback on sight, and stated the\nresult with that admirable clearness which endeared him to Drumtochty.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the milk there.\"Confoond ye, Hillocks, what are ye ploiterin' aboot here for in the\nweet wi' a face like a boiled beet?<DW37> ye no ken that ye've a titch o'\nthe rose (erysipelas), and ocht tae be in the hoose?Sandra went back to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Gae hame wi' ye\nafore a' leave the bit, and send a haflin for some medicine.John moved to the garden.Ye donnerd\nidiot, are ye ettlin tae follow Drums afore yir time?\"Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.And the medical\nattendant of Drumtochty continued his invective till Hillocks started,\nand still pursued his  retreating figure with medical directions of a\nsimple and practical character.[Illustration: \"THE GUDEWIFE IS KEEPIN' UP A DING-DONG\"]\n\n\"A'm watchin', an' peety ye if ye pit aff time.Sandra journeyed to the office.Keep yir bed the\nmornin', and dinna show yir face in the fields till a' see ye.A'll gie\nye a cry on Monday--sic an auld fule--but there's no are o' them tae\nmind anither in the hale pairish.\"Hillocks' wife informed the kirkyaird that the doctor \"gied the gudeman\nan awfu' clear-in',\" and that Hillocks \"wes keepin' the hoose,\" which\nmeant that the patient had tea breakfast, and at that time was wandering\nabout the farm buildings in an easy undress with his head in a plaid.Daniel dropped the milk.It was impossible for a doctor toSandra moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "His house--little more than a cottage--stood on\nthe roadside among the pines towards the head of our Glen, and from this\nbase of operations he dominated the wild glen that broke the wall of the\nGrampians above Drumtochty--where the snow drifts were twelve feet deep\nin winter, and the only way of passage at times was the channel of the\nriver--and the moorland district westwards till he came to the Dunleith\nsphere of influence, where there were four doctors and a hydropathic.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Drumtochty in its length, which was eight miles, and its breadth, which\nwas four, lay in his hand; besides a glen behind, unknown to the world,\nwhich in the night time he visited at the risk of life, for the way\nthereto was across the big moor with its peat holes and treacherous\nbogs.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra took the football there.And he held the land eastwards towards Muirtown so far as Geordie,\nthe Drumtochty post, travelled every day, and could carry word that the\ndoctor was wanted.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra left the football there.He did his best for the need of every man, woman and\nchild in this wild, straggling district, year in, year out, in the snow\nand in the heat, in the dark and in the light, without rest, and without\nholiday for forty years.Daniel dropped the apple there.One horse could not do the work of this man, but we liked best to see\nhim on his old white mare, who died the week after her master, and the\npassing of the two did our hearts good.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.It was not that he rode\nbeautifully, for he broke every canon of art, flying with his arms,\nstooping till he seemed to be speaking into Jess's ears, and rising in\nthe saddle beyond all necessity.Daniel got the milk there.But he could rise faster, stay longer\nin the saddle, and had a firmer grip with his knees than any one I ever\nmet, and it was all for mercy's sake.When the reapers in harvest time\nsaw a figure whirling past in a cloud of dust, or the family at the foot\nof Glen Urtach, gathered round the fire on a winter's night, heard the\nrattle of a horse's hoofs on the road, or the shepherds, out after the\nsheep, traced a black speck moving across the snow to the upper glen,\nthey knew it was the doctor, and, without being conscious of it, wished\nhim God speed.Sandra went to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\nBefore and behind his saddle were strapped the instruments and medicines\nthe doctor might want, for he never knew what was before him.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.Daniel discarded the milk.There were\nno specialists in Drumtochty, so this man had to do everything as best\nhe could, and as quickly", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He was chest doctor and doctor for every other\norgan as well; he was accoucheur and surgeon; he was oculist and aurist;\nhe was dentist and chloroformist, besides being chemist and druggist.Sandra went back to the kitchen.It was often told how he was far up Glen Urtach when the feeders of the\nthreshing mill caught young Burnbrae, and how he only stopped to change\nhorses at his house, and galloped all the way to Burnbrae, and flung\nhimself off his horse and amputated the arm, and saved the lad's life.\"You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour,\" said Jamie Soutar,\nwho had been at the threshing, \"an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying\nas white as deith on the floor o' the loft, wi' his head on a sheaf, an'\nBurnbrae haudin' the bandage ticht an' prayin' a' the while, and the\nmither greetin' in the corner.John picked up the milk there.she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's\nfeet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air.John left the milk.said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder\nas the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his\nhorse's mooth.Sandra went to the garden.wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed\nhim on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark--sic wark, neeburs--but he\ndid it weel.Mary went to the bathroom.An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent\naff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Let us see how\nthis mass of legal subtlety would have looked in the eyes of a man of\nthe eleventh century, in the eyes of a man who had borne his part in\nthe elections of Eadward and of Harold, and who had raised his voice\nand clashed his arms in the great Assembly which restored Godwine to\nhis lands and honours(14).Sandra took the football there.Daniel moved to the kitchen.To such an one the doctrine that a national\nAssembly could be gathered together only by the King\u2019s writ, and the\nconsequent doctrine that the national Assembly ceased to exist when the\nbreath went out of the King\u2019s body, would have seemed like the babble\nof a madman.John took the milk there.John put down the milk there.John went to the bathroom.When was the gathering together of the national Assembly\nmore needed, when was it called upon to exercise higher and more\ninherent powers, than when the throne was actually vacant, and when\nthe Assembly of the nation came together to determine who should fill\nit?Sandra put down the football.And how could the Assembly be gathered together by the King\u2019s writ\nwhen there was no King in the land to issue a", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.John travelled to the office.Mary moved to the garden.The King\u2019s writ\nwould be, in his eyes, a convenient way in ordinary times for fixing\na time and place for the meetings of the Assembly, but it would be\nnothing more.Mary got the apple there.It would be in no sense the source of the powers of the\nAssembly, powers which he would look upon as derived from the simple\nfact that the Assembly was itself the nation.John went to the hallway.In his eyes it was not\nthe King who created the Assembly, but the Assembly which created the\nKing.The doctrine that the King never dies, that the throne never can\nbe vacant, would have seemed gibberish to one who had seen the throne\nvacant and had borne his part in filling it.Mary dropped the apple.Daniel discarded the football.Mary moved to the bedroom.The doctrine that the\nKing can do no wrong would have seemed no less gibberish to one who\nknew that he might possibly be called on to bear his part in deposing\na King.Three of the most famous Assemblies in English history have\never been puzzles in the eyes of mere legal interpreters; to the man of\nthe eleventh century they would have seemed to be perfectly legal and\nregular, alike in their constitution and in their acts.Daniel grabbed the football there.The Assembly\nwhich in 1399 deposed Richard the Second and elected Henry the Fourth,\nthough summoned by the King\u2019s writ, was not opened by his commission,\nand it seems to have shrunk from taking the name of Parliament, and to\nhave acted only by the name of the Estates of the Realm.Daniel went to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the hallway.Daniel moved to the hallway.As an Assembly\nwhich was in some sort irregular, it seems to have shrunk from going\nthrough the usual forms of a regular Parliament, and, though it did\nin the end exercise the greatest of parliamentary powers, it seems to\nhave been afraid to look its own act in the face.Richard was deposed,\nbut his deposition was mixed up with a resignation of the Crown on\nhis own part, and with a challenge of the Crown on the part of Henry.Then, as a demise of the Crown had taken place, it was held that the\nsame legal consequences followed as if that demise had been caused by\nthe death of the King.It was held that the Parliament which had been\nsummoned by the writ of King Richard ceased to exist when Richard\nceased to be King, and, as it was not thought good to summon a new\nParliament, the same Parliament was, by a legal fiction, summoned again\nunder the writ of King Henry(15).All these doubts and difficulties,\nall these subtleties of lawyers, would have been wholly unintelligible\nto a man of the eleventh century.Daniel moved to the office.Daniel put down the football there.In his eyes the Witan would have come\ntogether, whether by King Richard\u2019s writ or not it mattered little;\nhaving come together, they had done the two greatest of national acts\nby deposing one King and choosing another; having done this, if there\nwas any other national business to be done, there was no reason on", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Take again another Assembly\nof equal importance in our history, the Convention which voted the\nrecall\u2014that is, in truth, the election\u2014of Charles the Second.That\nAssembly succeeded a Parliament which had ventured on a still stronger\nstep than deposing a King, that of sending a reigning King to trial and\nexecution(16).Daniel moved to the bedroom.It was not held in 1649 that the Long Parliament came\nto an end when the axe fell on the neck of Charles the First, but the\ndoctrine that it ought to have done so was not forgotten eleven years\nlater(17).Daniel went to the bathroom.And the Convention which was elected, as freely as any\nParliament ever was elected(18), in answer to the vote of the expiring\nLong Parliament, was, because it was so elected and not in answer to\nthe King\u2019s writ, looked on as an Assembly of doubtful validity.It\nacted as a Parliament; it restored the King; it granted him a revenue;\nand it did a more wonderful work than all, for it created itself, and\npassed an Act declaring itself to be a lawful Parliament(19).John moved to the garden.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Yet,\nafter all, it was deemed safer that all the Acts of the Convention\nParliament should be confirmed by its successor which was summoned in\ndue form by the King\u2019s writ.These fantastic subtleties, subtleties\nworthy of the kindred device by which the first year of Charles\u2019s reign\nwas called the twelfth, would again have been wholly unintelligible\nto our man of the eleventh century.He might have remembered that the\nAssembly which restored \u00c6thelred\u2014which restored him on conditions,\nwhile Charles was restored without conditions\u2014did not scruple to go on\nand pass a series of the most important decrees that were passed in\nany of our early Assemblies(20).Sandra travelled to the garden.Once more again, the Convention which\ndeposed James and elected William, seemed, like that which deposed\nRichard and elected Henry, to doubt its own existence and to shrink\nfrom its own act.Daniel journeyed to the garden.James was deposed; but the Assembly which deposed\nhim ventured not to use the word, and, as an extorted abdication was\ndeemed expedient in the case of Richard, so a constructive abdication\nwas imagined in the case of James(21).And the Assembly which elected\nWilliam, like the Assembly which elected Henry and that which elected\nCharles, prolonged its own existence by the same transparent fiction\nof voting itself to be a lawful Parliament.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John got the football there.Wise men held at the time\nthat, at least in times of revolution, a Parliament might be called\ninto being by some other means than that of the writ of a King.\"He will soon be here; let us envenom his resentments.\"\"Remind him of his father's death!\"John moved to the bathroom.\"Only let hatred inflame his heart, and he will be ours.\"Sandra travelled to the bathroom.The <DW64>, who had remained for some time lost in thought, said suddenly:\n\"Brothers, suppose Mahal the Sm", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"He\" cried the Hindoo, almost with indignation; \"he gave us an asylum on\nboard his bark; he secured our flight from the Continent; he is again to\ntake us with him to Bombay, where we shall find vessels for America,\nEurope, Africa.\"\"What interest would Mahal have to betray us?\"\"Nothing\ncould save him from the vengeance of the sons of Bowanee, and that he\nknows.\"Daniel moved to the office.\"Well,\" said the black, \"he promised to get Djalma to come hither this\nevening, and, once amongst us, he must needs be our own.\"\"Was it not the Smuggler who told us to order the Malay to enter the\najoupa of Djalma, to surprise him during his sleep, and, instead of\nkilling him as he might have done, to trace the name of Bowanee upon his\narm?Djalma will thus learn to judge of the resolution, the cunning and\nobedience of our brethren, and he will understand what he has to hope or\nfear from such men.Sandra went back to the office.Be it through admiration or through terror, he must\nbecome one of us.\"Sandra travelled to the garden.\"But if he refuses to join us, notwithstanding the reasons he has to hate\nmankind?\"Sandra travelled to the hallway.\"Then--Bowanee will decide his fate,\" said Faringhea, with a gloomy look;\n\"I have my plan.\"\"But will the Malay succeed in surprising Djalma during his sleep?\"\"There is none nobler, more agile, more dexterous, than the Malay,\" said\nFaringhea.\"He once had the daring to surprise in her den a black\npanther, as she suckled her cub.He killed the dam, and took away the\nyoung one, which he afterwards sold to some European ship's captain.\"exclaimed the Indian, listening to a singular\nkind of hoot, which sounded through the profound silence of the night and\nof the woods.John journeyed to the office.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.\"Yes, it is the scream of the vulture seizing its prey,\" said the <DW64>,\nlistening in his turn; \"it is also the signal of our brethren, after they\nhave seized their prey.\"In a few minutes, the Malay appeared at the door of the hut.He had wound\naround him a broad length of cotton, adorned with bright  stripes.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel picked up the football there.\"Well,\" said the <DW64>, anxiously; \"have you succeeded?\"\"Djalma must bear all his life the mark of the good work,\" said the\nMalay, proudly.\"To reach him, I was forced to offer up to Bowanee a man\nwho crossed my path--I have left his body under the brambles, near the\najoupa.But Djalma is marked with the sign.Daniel left the football.Mahal the Smuggler was the\nfirst to know it.\"said the Indian, confounded by the Malay's\nadroitness.\"Had he awoke,\" replied the other, calmly, \"I should have been", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John moved to the bathroom.\"Because his life may be more useful to us than his death,\" said the\nhalf-caste.Then, addressing the Malay, he added: \"Brother, in risking\nlife for the good work, you have done to-day what we did yesterday, what\nwe may do again to-morrow.Mary went to the bedroom.This time, you obey; another you will\ncommand.\"Mary travelled to the office.\"We all belong to Bowanee,\" answered the Malay.\"What is there yet to\ndo?--I am ready.\"Whilst he thus spoke, his face was turned towards the\ndoor of the hut; on a sudden, he said in a low voice: \"Here is Djalma.Mary journeyed to the hallway.John went to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the garden.\"He must not see me yet,\" said Faringhea, retiring to an obscure corner\nof the cabin, and hiding himself under a mat; \"try to persuade him.Daniel grabbed the apple there.John travelled to the kitchen.If he\nresists--I have my project.\"Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John picked up the milk there.Hardly had Faringhea disappeared, saying these words, when Djalma arrived\nat the door of the hovel.Mary moved to the bathroom.John grabbed the football there.At sight of those three personages with their\nforbidding aspect, Djalma started in surprise.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.But ignorant that these\nmen belonged to the Phansegars, and knowing that, in a country where\nthere are no inns, travellers often pass the night under a tent, or\nbeneath the shelter of some ruins, he continued to advance towards them.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel went to the hallway.After the first moment, he perceived by the complexion and the dress of\none of these men, that he was an Indian, and he accosted him in the\nHindoo language: \"I thought to have found here a European--a Frenchman--\"\n\n\"The Frenchman is not yet come,\" replied the Indian; \"but he will not be\nlong.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Guessing by Djalma's question the means which Mahal had employed to draw\nhim into the snare, the Indian hoped to gain time by prolonging his\nerror.John journeyed to the bathroom.John left the football.asked Djalma of the Phansegar.\"He appointed us to meet here, as he did you,\" answered the Indian.John dropped the milk.inquired Djalma, more and more astonished.\"General Simon told you to be at this place?\"Mary grabbed the football there.\"Yes, General Simon,\" replied the Indian.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John grabbed the milk there.There was a moment's pause, during which Djalma sought in vain to explain\nto himself this mysterious adventure.John discarded the milk.asked he, with a\nlook of suspicion; for the gloomy silence of the Phansegar's two\ncompanions, who stared fixedly atJohn went back to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"We are yours, if you will be ours,\" answered the Indian.\"I have no need of you--nor you of me.\"The English killed your father, a king; made you a\ncaptive; proscribed you, you have lost all your possessions.\"At this cruel reminder, the countenance of Djalma darkened.John picked up the apple there.He started,\nand a bitter smile curled his lip.The Phansegar continued:\n\n\"Your father was just and brave--beloved by his subjects--they called him\n'Father of the Generous,' and he was well named.Will you leave his death\nunavenged?Will the hate, which gnaws at your heart, be without fruit?\"\"My father died with arms in his hand.I revenged his death on the\nEnglish whom I killed in war.He, who has since been a father to me, and\nwho fought also in the same cause, told me, that it would now be madness\nto attempt to recover my territory from the English.When they gave me my\nliberty, I swore never again to set foot in India--and I keep the oaths I\nmake.\"\"Those who despoiled you, who took you captive, who killed your\nfather--were men.Are there not other men, on whom you can avenge\nyourself!A voyage round the globe, howsoever familiarized in\nours, was, in that age, a most interesting and fruitful occasion of\nenquiry.The return of Raleigh, and the fame of his manifold discoveries\nand collections, brought over from the continent the celebrated Clusius,\nthen in the fifty-fifth year of his age.He, who added more to the stock\nof botany, in his day, than all his contemporaries united, visited\nEngland for the third time, to partake, at this critical juncture, in\nthe general gratification.At this eventful period, Gerarde was in the\nvigour of life, and, without doubt, felt the influence, and reaped\nthe advantage of all the circumstances I have enumerated.\"One\nof the editions of Gerarde thus appears in a bookseller's\ncatalogue:--\"Gerarde's Herball; or Generall Historie of Plants, very\nmuch enlarged by Johnson, folio, _beautiful impression of the\nfrontispiece by Payne, fine copy, old Russia, gilt back, L3.[63]\n\n\nWALTER BLYTHE'S whole-length portrait (exhibiting a pensive and\npenetrating aspect), is prefixed to his \"English Improver Improved;\" and\nwhich work Professor Martyn terms \"an original and incomparable work for\nthe time.\"Beale calls him \"honest Captain Blithe.\"GERVASE MARKHAM'S portrait is prefixed to his \"Perfect Horseman;\" 8vo.It is re-engraved for Richardson's portraits to Granger.Markham\nappears to have been a good soldier, as well as a good scholar.1623, \"The Country House-Wife's Garden.\"John moved to the office.He wrote\nHerod and Antipater, a tragedy.Langbaine speaks very much in his\npraise, and seemingly not without reason.Dibden, in his \"Library", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He translated Leibault's Maison Rustique, in\n1616, in 4to.or small folio, and augmented it with many additions from\nOliver de Serres, and others.Weston, in his Catalogue, says he\nre-printed the editions in 1614 and 1631, of Barnaby Gooche's Husbandry.He published many books on husbandry, on fowling, on angling, on\nmilitary discipline, on horsemanship.Many of their titles are\nenumerated in Langbaine, and in Weston, and they appear all to be more\nfully stated in Watts's Bibl.Much information, as to Markham, may\nbe seen in vol.of the Censura Literaria; and in Sir E. Brydges's\nedition of Phillips's Theatrum Poetarum Anglicanorum, appears, perhaps,\nthe best list of his works, with a brief memoir.[64]\n\n\nPARKINSON'S excellent portrait, by Marshall, appears in the title page\nto his _Theatrum Botanicum_, in 1640.Some one _may_ now possess the\noriginal.In his _Paradisus_, 1635, there is a very scurvy engraving of\nhis healthy, and hearty-looking old countenance.In this miserable cut,\nwhich is on wood, the graver, Christopher Switzer, does not seem to have\nhad a strife \"_with nature to outdo the life_.\"Marshall's head is\nre-engraved for Richardson's Illustrations to Granger.Mary grabbed the football there.Parkinson rose to\nsuch a degree of reputation, as to be appointed Apothecary to King\nJames.John journeyed to the hallway.He was appointed herbalist to Charles I. Dr.Pulteney speaks\nhighly of both the above works, particularly of the _Theatrum_.All the\nmemorials we have of the private history of this most industrious and\nzealous herbalist, are very scanty.Mary went back to the hallway.He died about 1645, aged about 78.The curious contents of his _Paradisus_ are diffusively narrated in\nJohnson's English Gardening.When perusing the pages of either of the\nabove, one may exclaim,\n\n                           ----\"not a tree,\n   A plant, a leaf, a blossom, but contains\n   A folio volume.We may read, and read,\n   And read again; and still find something new,\n   Something to please, and something to instruct,\n   E'en in the humble weed.\"[Illustration]\n\nThe above is scarcely better than Switzer's.There appears no faithful\nportrait of Parkinson, but Marshall's, who _had the felicity_ to draw\nother portraits besides his.Hollar's striking portraits of the TRADESCANTS, are well known.John journeyed to the bedroom.On their\ntomb, at Lambeth, the following lines form part of the inscription:--\n\n   These famous Antiquarians, that had been\n   Both Gardeners", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In the Ashmolean Museum, is a portrait of the SON, _in his garden_, with\na spade in his hand.Nichols's \"Illustrations to Granger,\"\nconsisting of seventy-five portraits, appear those of the Tradescants,\nfather and son.Smith also engraved John Tradescant, with his son, and\ntheir monument, 1793.John went back to the office.Weston, in his Catalogue, fully describes the\n_Museum Tradescantium_.Pulteney observes, that \"in a work devoted\nto the commemoration of Botanists, their name stands too high not to\ndemand an honourable notice; since they contributed, at an early period,\nby their garden and museum, to raise a curiosity that was eminently\nuseful to the progress and improvement of natural history in general.The reader may see a curious account of the remains of this garden,\ndrawn up in the year 1749, by the late Sir W. Watson, and printed in\nvol.His widow erected a\ncurious monument, in memory of the family, in Lambeth church-yard, of\nwhich a large account, and engravings from a drawing of it in the\nPepysian Library, at Cambridge, are given by the late learned Dr.SIR HENRY WOTTON, Provost of Eaton.Mary went back to the hallway.His portrait is given in Isaac\nWalton's Lives of Wotton, and others.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.It, of course, accompanies\nZouch's, and the other well-known editions of Isaac Walton's Lives.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra got the milk there.In\nEvans's Illustrations to Granger, is Sir H. Wotton, from the picture in\nthe Bodleian Library, engraved by _Stow_.In Sir Henry's Reflections on\nAncient and Modern Learning, is his chapter \"On Ancient and Modern\nAgriculture and Gardening.\"Cowley wrote an elegy on him, which thus\ncommences:--\n\n   What shall we say since silent now is he,\n   Who when he spoke, all things would silent be;\n   Who had so many languages in store,\n   That only Fame can speak of him with more.Mary moved to the office.Isaac Walton published the \"_Reliquiae Wottonianae_, or, Lives, Letters,\nPoems, &c. by Sir Henry Wotton,\" 12mo.1654, with portraits of Wotton,\nCharles I., Earl of Essex, and Buckingham.Sir E. Brydges printed at his\nprivate press, at Lee Priory, Sir Henry's Characters of the Earl of\nEssex and Buckingham.In the _Reliquiae_, among many curious and\ninteresting articles, is preserved Sir Henry's delicately complimentary\nletter to Milton on receiving from him _Comus_.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went to the bathroom.unfortunate greenhorn that I\nwas, I found out when too late that some on the list had certainly given\nhim their custom, and like myself repented only once but for ever; while\nthe custom of the majority wasSandra went to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the hallway.\"We can proudly refer you,\" Me continued, as I bowed him to the door,\n\"to any of them, and if you do us the honour of calling you will be\nenabled to judge for yourself; but,\" added he, in a stage whisper, at\nthe same time making a determined attempt, as I thought, to bite off my\near, \"be aware of the Jews.\"\"What,\" said I, \"is your father not then a Jew?Mary travelled to the hallway.Mary picked up the football there.the name I thought--\"\n\n\"Oh-h-h!\"he cried, \"they may call us so; but--born in England--bred in\nLondon--neighbourhood of Bond Street, highly respectable locality.John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Army\nand Navy outfitters, my father and me, you see, he!We invite\ninspection, give satisfaction, and defy competition, you see, he!Sandra moved to the bedroom.And he glided silently down stairs, giving me scarcely time to observe\nthat he was a young man with black hair, black eyes and whiskers, and\nwearing goloshes.I soon after went down to breakfast, wondering, as I well might, how my\nfeline friend had found out all about my affairs; but it was not till I\nhad eaten ninety and one breakfasts and a corresponding number of\ndinners that I discovered he belonged to a class of fellows who live by\nfleecing the poor victims they pretend to clothe.Intending candidates,\nbeware of the Jews!Tuesday came round at last, just as Tuesdays have always been in the\nhabit of doing, and at eleven o'clock precisely I, with my heart playing\na game of cricket, with my spine for the bat and my ribs for the wicket,\n\"repaired\"--a very different mode of progression from any other with\nwhich I am acquainted--to the medical department of Somerset House.I\ndo not remember ever having entered any place with feelings of greater\nsolemnity.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.I was astonished in no small degree at the people who passed\nalong the Strand for appearing so disgustingly indifferent,--\n\n  \"And I so weerie fu' o' care.\"Had I been going to stand my trial for manslaughter or cattle-lifting, I\nam certain I should have felt supremely happy in comparison.I passed\nthe frowning gateway, traversed the large square, and crossed the\nRubicon by entering the great centre doorway and inquiring my way to the\nexamination room.Mary moved to the office.I had previously, be it observed, sent in my medical\nand surgical degrees, with all my class tickets and certificates,\nincluding that for virtue.I was now directed up a great many long\nstairs, along as many gloomy-looking corridors, in which I lost my way\nat least half a dozen times, and had to call at a corresponding number\nof green-baize-covered brass tacketed doors, in order to be put right,\nbefore I at length found myself in front of the proper one, at which I\nknocked once, twice,Mary put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra got the football there.John journeyed to the hallway.John journeyed to the office.I now found myself in the midst of a large\nand select assortment of clerks, whose tongues were hard at work if\ntheir pens were not, and who did not seem half so much astonished at\nseeing me there as I felt at finding myself.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.The room itself looked\nlike an hypertrophied law office, of which the principal features were\npapers and presses, three-legged stools, calf-bound folios, and cobwebs.John went to the bedroom.I stood for a considerable time, observing but unobserved, wondering\nall the while what to say, how to say it, and whom to say it to, and\nresisting an inclination to put my finger in my mouth.Moreover, at\nthat moment a war was going on within me between pride and modesty, for\nI was not at all certain whether I ought to take off my hat; so being\n\"canny\" and a Scot, I adopted a middle course, and commenced to wipe\nimaginary perspiration from my brow, an operation which, of course,\nnecessitated the removal of my head-dress.Mary went back to the kitchen.Probably the cambric\nhandkerchief caught the tail of the eye of a quieter-looking knight of\nthe quill, who sat a little apart from the other drones of the pen; at\nany rate he quickly dismounted, and coming up to me politely asked my\nbusiness.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra put down the football.Sandra picked up the football there.I told him, and he civilly motioned me to a seat to await my\nturn for examination.By-and-bye other candidates dropped in, each of\nwhom I rejoiced to observe looked a little paler, decidedly more blue,\nand infinitely greener than I did myself!John went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bathroom.This was some relief, so I\nsat by the dusty window which overlooked the Thames, watching the little\nskiffs gliding to and fro, the boats hastening hither and thither, and\nthe big lazy-like barges that floated on the calm unruffled bosom of the\ngreat mysterious river, and thinking and wishing that it could but break\nits everlasting silence and tell its tale, and mention even a tithe of\nthe scenes that had been acted on its breast or by its banks since it\nfirst rolled its infant waters to the sea, through a forest of trees\ninstead of a forest of masts and spires, or tell of the many beings that\nhad sought relief from a world of sin and suffering under its dark\ncurrent.John grabbed the milk there.Mary travelled to the garden.So ran my thoughts, and as the river so did time glide by, and\ntwo hours passed away, then a third; and when at last my name was\ncalled, it was only to inform me that I must come back on the following\nday, there being too many to be examined at once.Sandra moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the office.Sandra left the football there.John grabbed the football there.John dropped the football.At the hourJohn discarded the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra went to the hallway.My reason was to form the feast, my soul was\nto flow; the five pleasant-looking and gentlemanly men who sat around\nwere to partake of the banquet.John travelled to the garden.I did not walk into the room, I seemed\nto glide as if in a dream, or as if I had been my own ghost.Every\nperson and every thing in the room appeared strangely contorted; and the\nwhole formed a wonderful mirage, miraculously confused.John moved to the bathroom.[Illustration: _Plate 7_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.2]\n\n\n\n\nA ROCKET AMBUSCADE.1, represents one of the most important uses that can be\nmade of Rockets for field service; it is that of the Rocket Ambuscade\nfor the defence of a pass, or for covering the retreat of an army,\nby placing any number, hundreds or thousands, of 32 or 24-pounder\nshell Rockets, or of 32-pounder Rockets, armed with 18-pounder shot,\nlimited as to quantity only by the importance of the object, which\nis to be obtained; as by this means, the most extensive destruction,\neven amounting to annihilation, may be carried amongst the ranks of an\nadvancing enemy, and that with the exposure of scarcely an individual.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.The Rockets are laid in rows or batteries of 100 or 500 in a row,\naccording to the extent of ground to be protected.Mary left the milk.They are to be\nconcealed either in high grass, or masked in any other convenient\nway; and the ambuscade may be formed of any required number of these\nbatteries, one behind the other, each battery being prepared to be\ndischarged in a volley, by leaders of quick match: so that one man is,\nin fact, alone sufficient to fire the whole in succession, beginning\nwith that nearest to the enemy, as soon as he shall have perceived\nthem near enough to warrant his firing.Mary got the milk there.Where the batteries are very\nextensive, each battery may be sub-divided into smaller parts, with\nseparate trains to each, so that the whole, or any particular division\nof each battery, may be fired, according to the number and position of\nthe enemy advancing.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel left the football.Daniel went to the bathroom.Trains, or leaders, are provided for this service,\nof a particular construction, being a sort of flannel saucissons,\nwith two or three threads of slow match, which will strike laterally\nat all points, and are therefore very easy of application; requiring\nonly to be passed from Rocket to Rocket, crossing the vents, by which\narrangement the fire running along, from vent to vent, is sure to\nstrike every Rocket in quick succession, without their disturbing each\nothers\u2019 direction in going off, which they might otherwise do, being\nplaced within 18 inches apart, if all were positively fired at the same\ninstant.Daniel went back to the office.Daniel put down the apple.2 is a somewhat similar application, but not so much in the", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Here a very low work is thrown\nup, for the defence of a post, or of a chain of posts, consisting\nmerely of as much earth and turf as is sufficient to form the sides of\nshallow embrasures for the large Rockets, placed from two to three feet\napart, or nearer; from which the Rockets are supposed to be discharged\nindependently, by a certain number of artillery-men, employed to keep\nup the fire, according to the necessity of the case.John travelled to the bathroom.It is evident, that by this mode, an incessant and tremendous fire may\nbe maintained, which it would be next to impossible for an advancing\nenemy to pass through, not only from its quantity and the weight and\ndestructive nature of the ammunition, but from the closeness of its\nlines and its contiguity to the ground; leaving, in fact, no space in\nfront which must not be passed over and ploughed up after very few\nrounds.As both these operations are supposed to be employed in defensive\nwarfare, and therefore in fixed stations, there is no difficulty\ninvolved in the establishment of a sufficient dep\u00f4t of ammunition for\ncarrying them on upon the most extensive scale; though it is obviously\nimpossible to accomplish any thing approaching this system of defence,\nby the ordinary means of artillery.[Illustration: _Plate 8_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.2]\n\n\n\n\nTHE USE OF ROCKETS IN THE ATTACK AND DEFENCE OF FORTIFIED PLACES.John travelled to the hallway.Mary picked up the milk there.1, represents the advanced batteries and approaches in\nthe attack of some fortress, where an imperfect breach being supposed\nto have been made in the salient angle of any bastion, large Rockets,\nweighing each from two to three hundred weight or more, and being each\nloaded with not less than a barrel of powder, are fired into the ruins\nafter the revetment is broken, in order, by continual explosions, to\nrender the breach practicable in the most expeditious way.To insure\nevery Rocket that is fired having the desired effect, they are so\nheavily laden, as not to rise off the ground when fired along it; and\nunder these circumstances are placed in a small shallow trench, run\nalong to the foot of the glacis, from the nearest point of the third\nparallel, and in a direct line for the breach: by this means, the\nRockets being laid in this trench will invariably pursue exactly the\nsame course, and every one of them will be infallibly lodged in the\nbreach.It is evident, that the whole of this is intended as a night\noperation, and a few hours would suffice, not only for running forward\nthe trench, which need not be more than 18 inches deep, and about nine\ninches wide, undiscovered, but also for firing a sufficient number of\nRockets to make a most complete breach before the enemy could take\nmeans to prevent the combinations of the operation.From the experiments I have lately made, I have reason to believe, that\nRockets much larger than those above mentioned may be formed for this\ndescription of service--Rockets from half a ton to a ton weight; which\nbeingMary went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It is evident, from this view of the weapon, that the Rocket System is\nnot only capable of a degree of portability, and facility for light\nmovements, which no weapon possesses, but that its ponderous parts, or\nthe individual masses of its ammunition, also greatly exceed those of\nordinary artillery.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John took the milk there.\"I simply picked him up and tossed him over\nmy head.I shall turn myself into Fortyforefoot\nand settle down here forever, only instead of being a bad giant I shall\nbe a good one--but hallo!The major had crawled out of the ice-chest and was now trying to appear\ncalm, although his terrible fright still left him trembling so that he\ncould hardly speak.\"It is Major Blueface,\" said Jimmieboy, with a smile.Sandra moved to the hallway.\"He was Fortyforefoot's other prisoner.\"\"N--nun--not at--t--at--at all,\" stammered the major.Sandra grabbed the football there.\"I\ndef--fuf--feated him in sus--single combat.\"\"But what are you trembling so for now?\"\"I--I am--m not tut--trembling,\" retorted the major.Daniel went back to the bedroom.\"I--I am o--only\nsh--shivering with--th--the--c--c--c--cold.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.I--I--I've bub--been in\nth--that i--i--i--ice bu--box sus--so long.\"Sandra put down the football.Jimmieboy and Bludgeonhead roared with laughter at this.Then giving the\nmajor a warm coat to put on they sent him up stairs to lie down and\nrecover his nerves.John moved to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.After the major had been attended to, Bludgeonhead changed himself back\ninto the sprite again, and he and Jimmieboy sauntered in and out among\nthe gardens for an hour or more and were about returning to the castle\nfor supper when they heard sounds of music.There was evidently a brass\nband coming up the road.In an instant they hid themselves behind a\ntree, from which place of concealment they were delighted two or three\nminutes later to perceive that the band was none other than that of the\n\"Jimmieboy Guards,\" and that behind it, in splendid military form,\nappeared Colonel Zinc followed by the tin soldiers themselves.cried Jimmieboy, throwing his cap into the air.John dropped the milk.shrieked the colonel, waving his sword with delight, and\ncommanding his regiment to halt, as he caught sight of Jimmieboy.[Illustration: BLUDGEONHEAD COMES TO THE RESCUE.[Blank Page]\n\n\"Us likewise!\"cheered the soldiers: following which came a trembling\nvoice from one of the castle windows which said:\n\n    \"I also wish to add my cheer\n       Upon this happy day;\n     And if you'll kindly come up here\n       You'll hear me cry 'Hooray.'\"\"No,\" said the sprite, motion", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Only a little worn-out by the fight we have had with Fortyforefoot.\"Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.\"Yes,\" said the sprite, modestly.Mary picked up the football there.\"We three have got rid of him at\nlast.\"\"Do you know who\nFortyforefoot really was?\"Daniel travelled to the hallway.asked Jimmieboy, his curiosity aroused.\"The Parallelopipedon himself,\" said the colonel.\"We found that out\nlast night, and fearing that he might have captured our general and our\nmajor we came here to besiege him in his castle and rescue our\nofficers.\"Mary journeyed to the office.Sandra went back to the office.\"But I don't see how Fortyforefoot could have been the\nParallelopipedon,\" said Jimmieboy.Mary journeyed to the hallway.John travelled to the garden.\"What would he want to be him for,\nwhen, all he had to do to get anything he wanted was to take sand and\nturn it into it?\"\"Ah, but don't you see,\" explained the colonel, \"there was one thing he\nnever could do as Fortyforefoot.Mary dropped the football.The law prevented him from leaving this\nvalley here in any other form than that of the Parallelopipedon.He\ndidn't mind his confinement to the valley very much at first, but after\na while he began to feel cooped up here, and then he took an old packing\nbox and made it look as much like a living Parallelopipedon as he could.Daniel grabbed the football there.Then he got into it whenever he wanted to roam about the world.Probably\nif you will search the castle you will find the cast-off shell he used\nto wear, and if you do I hope you will destroy it, because it is said to\nbe a most horrible spectacle--frightening animals to death and causing\nevery flower within a mile to wither and shrink up at the mere sight of\nit.\"\"It's all true, Jimmieboy,\" said the sprite.Why,\nhe only gave us those cherries and peaches there in exchange for\nyourself because he expected to get them all back again, you know.\"\"It was a glorious victory,\" said the colonel.John went to the kitchen.\"I will now announce it\nto the soldiers.\"Daniel dropped the football.This he did and the soldiers were wild with joy when they heard the\nnews, and the band played a hymn of victory in which the soldiers\njoined, singing so vigorously that they nearly cracked their voices.When they had quite finished the colonel said he guessed it was time to\nreturn to the barracks in the nursery.\"Not before the feast,\" said the sprite.\"We have here all the\nprovisions the general set out to get, and before you return home,\ncolonel, you and your men should divide them among you.\"Mary travelled to the bedroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.So the table was spread and all went happily.In the midst of the feast\nthe major appeared, determination written upon every line of his face.The soldiers cheered him loudly as he walked down the length of the\ntable, which he acknowledged as gracefully as he could with a stiff bow,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I am going to stop being a man of war.Mary grabbed the milk there.The tremendous victory we\nhave won to-day is the result entirely of the efforts of myself, General\nJimmieboy and Major Sprite--for to the latter I now give the title I\nhave borne so honorably for so many years.Our present victory is one of\nsuch brilliantly brilliant brilliance that I feel that I may now retire\nwith lustre enough attached to my name to last for millions and millions\nof years.I need rest, and here I shall take it, in this beautiful\nvalley, which by virtue of our victory belongs wholly and in equal parts\nto General Jimmieboy, Major Sprite and myself.Hereafter I shall be\nknown only as Mortimer Carraway Blueface, Poet Laureate of Fortyforefoot\nHall, Fortyforefoot Valley, Pictureland.As Governor-General of the\ncountry we have decided to appoint our illustrious friend, Major\nBenjamin Bludgeonhead Sprite.General Jimmieboy will remain commander of\nthe forces, and the rest of you may divide amongst yourselves, as a\nreward for your gallant services, all the provisions that may now be\nleft upon this table.Daniel went back to the bathroom.[See BIRDS AND\nALL NATURE, Vol.Sandra picked up the football there.Again the sound arose, nearer and more\ndistinct, and with an effort I brought myself back to the reality of my\nposition, and, resting upon one elbow, listened.A few seconds passed,\nand again arose the note; a moment later I stood outside the tent.The\nopen flat extended away on all sides, with apparently not a living\ncreature near.Mary dropped the milk there.Once again the note was repeated close by, and a glance\nrevealed its author.Standing in the thin grass ten or fifteen yards\nfrom me, with its throat inflated until it was as large as the rest of\nthe bird, was a male Pectoral Sandpiper.The succeeding days afforded\nopportunity to observe the bird as it uttered its singular notes, under\na variety of situations, and at various hours of the day, or during the\nlight Arctic night.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra discarded the football.The note is deep, hollow, and resonant, but at the\nsame time liquid and musical, and may be represented by a repetition of\nthe syllables _too-u_, _too-u_, _too-u_, _too-u_, _too-u_.\"The bird\nmay frequently be seen running along the ground close to the female,\nits enormous sac inflated.Murdock says the birds breed in abundance at Point Barrow, Alaska,\nand that the nest is always built in the grass, with a preference for\nhigh and dry localities.John journeyed to the kitchen.The nest was like that of the other waders, a\ndepression in the ground, lined with a little dry grass.Sandra took the football there.Sandra left the football.The eggs are\nfour, of pale purplish-gray and light neutral tint.Sandra went to the kitchen.Copyright by\n                 Nature Study Pub", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra took the apple there.Why was the sight\n    To such a tender ball as th' eye confined,\n    So obvious and so easy to be quenched,\n    And not, as feeling, through all parts diffused;\n    That she might look at will through every pore?--MILTON.Daniel went back to the bedroom.\"But bein' only eyes, you see, my wision's limited.\"The reason we know anything at all is that various forms of vibration\nare capable of affecting our organs of sense.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John went to the bathroom.These agitate the brain,\nthe mind perceives, and from perception arise the higher forms of\nthought.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Perhaps the most important of the senses is sight.It ranges\nin power from the mere ability to perceive the difference between light\nand darkness up to a marvelous means of knowing the nature of objects\nof various forms and sizes, at both near and remote range.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the bedroom.One the simplest forms of eyes is found in the Sea-anemone.It has a\n mass of pigment cells and refractive bodies that break up the\nlight which falls upon them, and it is able to know day and night.Daniel got the milk there.Daniel dropped the milk.Sandra picked up the milk there.An examination of this simple organ leads one to think the scientist\nnot far wrong who claimed that the eye is a development from what was\nonce merely a particular sore spot that was sensitive to the action\nof light.The protophyte, _Euglena varidis_, has what seems to be the\nleast complicated of all sense organs in the transparent spot in the\nfront of its body.We know that rays of light have power to alter the color of certain\nsubstances.Sandra put down the apple there.Mary picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra discarded the milk.Daniel took the milk there.The retina of the eye is changed in color by exposure to\ncontinued rays of light.Frogs in whose eyes the color of the retina\nhas apparently been all changed by sunshine are still able to take a\nfly accurately and to recognize certain colors.Whether the changes produced by light upon the retina are all chemical\nor all physical or partly both remains open to discussion.John moved to the kitchen.Mary dropped the apple.An interesting experiment was performed by Professor Tyndall proving\nthat heat rays do not affect the eye optically.He was operating along\nthe line of testing the power of the eye to transmit to the sensorium\nthe presence of certain forms of radiant energy.It is well known that\ncertain waves are unnoticed by the eye but are registered distinctly\nby the photographic plate, and he first showed beyond doubt that heat\nwaves as such have no effect upon the retina.By separating the light\nand heat rays from an electric lantern and focusing the latter, he\nbrought their combined energy to play where his own eye could be placed\ndirectly in contact with them, first protecting the exterior of his\neye from the heat rays.Mary travelled to the office.There was no sensation whatever as a resultMary grabbed the football there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra picked up the milk there.The eye is a camera obscura with a very imperfect lens and a receiving\nplate irregularly sensitized; but it has marvelous powers of quick\nadjustment.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.The habits of the animal determine the character of the\neye.Birds of rapid flight and those which scan the earth minutely\nfrom lofty courses are able to adjust their vision quickly to long and\nshort range.The eye of the Owl is subject to his will as he swings\nnoiselessly down upon the Mouse in the grass.Daniel moved to the bathroom.The nearer the object the\nmore the eye is protruded and the deeper its form from front to rear.The human eye adjusts its power well for small objects within a few\ninches and readily reaches out for those several miles away.Daniel got the apple there.A curious\nfeature is that we are able to adjust the eye for something at long\nrange in less time than for something close at hand.Daniel left the apple.If we are reading\nand someone calls our attention to an object on the distant hillside,\nthe eye adjusts itself to the distance in less than a second, but when\nwe return our vision to the printed page several seconds are consumed\nin the re-adjustment.John travelled to the hallway.The Condor of the Andes has great powers of sight.He wheels in\nbeautiful curves high in the air scrutinizing the ground most carefully\nand all the time apparently keeping track of all the other Condors\nwithin a range of several miles.No sooner does one of his kind descend\nto the earth than those near him shoot for the same spot hoping the\nfind may be large enough for a dinner party.No matter what the\nill-informed authors say--ill-informed because they had not the\npatience to see for themselves--the conclusion at which I arrive is\npositive: to inject the germs, the Microgaster never attacks the\ncaterpillars.The invasion, therefore, is necessarily effected through the\nButterfly's eggs themselves, as experiment will prove.My broad jar\nwould tell against the inspection of the troop, kept at too great a\ndistance by the glass enclosure, and I therefore select a tube an inch\nwide.I place in this a shred of cabbage-leaf, bearing a slab of eggs,\nas laid by the Butterfly.I next introduce the inmates of one of my\nspare vessels.A strip of paper smeared with honey accompanies the new\narrivals.Soon, the females are there, fussing about,\nsometimes to the extent of blackening the whole slab of yellow eggs.John moved to the bathroom.They inspect the treasure, flutter their wings and brush their\nhind-legs against each other, a sign of keen satisfaction.They sound\nthe heap, probe the interstices with their antennae and tap the\nindividual eggs with their palpi; then, this one here, that one there,\nthey quickly apply the tip of their abdomen to the egg selected.Each\ntime, we see a slender, horny prickle darting from the ventral surface,\nclose to the end.Sandra dropped the milk.This is the instrument that deposits the germ under\nthe film of the egg; it is the inoculation-needle.The operation is", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John moved to the hallway.Where one has been, a second goes,\nfollowed by a third, a fourth and others yet, nor am I able definitely\nto see the end of the visits paid to the same egg.Each time, the\nneedle enters and inserts a germ.It is impossible, in such a crowd, for the eye to follow the successive\nmothers who hasten to lay in each; but there is one quite practicable\nmethod by which we can estimate the number of germs introduced into a\nsingle egg, which is, later, to open the ravaged caterpillars and count\nthe grubs which they contain.Sandra went to the office.A less repugnant means is to number the\nlittle cocoons heaped up around each dead caterpillar.Daniel went to the bathroom.The total will\ntell us how many germs were injected, some by the same mother returning\nseveral times to the egg already treated, others by different mothers.Well, the number of these cocoons varies greatly.Generally, it\nfluctuates in the neighbourhood of twenty, but I have come across as\nmany as sixty-five; and nothing tells me that this is the extreme\nlimit.What hideous industry for the extermination of a Butterfly's\nprogeny!I am fortunate at this moment in having a highly-cultured visitor,\nversed in the profundities of philosophic thought.I make way for him\nbefore the apparatus wherein the Microgaster is at work.John journeyed to the kitchen.For an hour\nand more, standing lens in hand, he, in his turn, looks and sees what I\nhave just seen; he watches the layers who go from one egg to the other,\nmake their choice, draw their slender lancet and prick what the stream\nof passers-by, one after the other, have already pricked.Thoughtful\nand a little uneasy, he puts down his lens at last.Never had he been\nvouchsafed so clear a glimpse as here, in my finger-wide tube, of the\nmasterly brigandage that runs through all life down to that of the very\nsmallest.Apanteles, see Microgaster glomeratus.Arundo donax, the great reed.Burying-beetles: method of burial.Cabbage Butterfly, her selection of suitable Cruciferae.Calliphora vomitaria, see Bluebottle.Cetonia, or Rose-chafer.Clairville on the Burying-beetle.Cruciferae, the diet of Pieris brassicae.Sandra took the apple there.Epeira, Angular, telegraph wire of.Sandra took the football there.nest of E. pomiformis.prey found in nest of E. Amedei.Sandra left the football.prey in nest of E. pomiformis.Frog, burial of a.\n\nFroghopper.Gledditsch on Burying-beetles.Lacordaire on the Burying-beetle.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Linnet, dead, preserved from flies by paper.God Himself has wiped away all tears\nfrom her eyes for ever.Ruby goes about with a very sober little face", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra discarded the football.Mary moved to the office.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the garden.She gathers\nfresh flowers for the sitting-room, and carries the flower-glasses\nacross the courtyard to the kitchen to wash them out.Mary picked up the apple there.This is one of\nRuby\u2019s customary little duties.She has a variety of such small tasks\nwhich fill up the early hours of the morning.John went back to the garden.Mary put down the apple.After this Ruby usually\nconscientiously learns a few lessons, which her step-mother hears her\nrecite now and then, as the humour seizes her.But at present Ruby is enjoying holidays in honour of Christmas,\nholidays which the little girl has decided shall last a month or more,\nif she can possibly manage it.Sandra went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the bedroom.\u201cYou\u2019re very quiet to-day, Ruby,\u201d observes her step-mother, as the\nchild goes about the room, placing the vases of flowers in their\naccustomed places.Sandra took the apple there.Thorne is reclining upon her favourite sofa,\nthe latest new book which the station affords in her hand.\u201cAren\u2019t you\nwell, child?\u201d she asks.\u201cAm I quiet?\u201d Ruby says.Daniel went back to the kitchen.\u201cI didn\u2019t notice, mamma.I\u2019m all right.\u201d\n\nIt is true, as the little girl has said, that she has not even noticed\nthat she is more quiet than usual.John went to the office.Involuntarily her thoughts have\ngone out to the mother whom she never knew, the mother who even now is\nwaiting in sunny Paradise for the little daughter she has left behind.John went back to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Since she left her so long ago, Ruby has hardly given a thought to her\nmother.Sandra went back to the bathroom.The snow is lying thick on her grave in the little Scottish\nkirkyard at home; but Ruby has been happy enough without her, living\nher own glad young life without fear of death, and with no thought to\nspare for the heaven beyond.But now the radiant vision of last night\u2019s dream, combined with her\nfather\u2019s words, have set the child thinking.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary moved to the kitchen.Will the Lord Jesus indeed\nanswer her mother\u2019s prayer, and one day gather little Ruby among His\njewels?John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went back to the bedroom.Will he care very much that this little jewel of His has never\ntried very hard throughout her short life to work His will or do His\nbidding?What if, when the Lord Jesus comes, He finds Ruby all unworthy\nto be numbered amongst those jewels of His?Mary took the football there.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.And the long-lost mother,\nwho even in heaven will be the gladder that her littleSandra went back to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.John grabbed the apple there.\u201cAnd if he doesn\u2019t gather me,\u201d Ruby murmurs, staring straight up into\nthe clear, blue sky, \u201cwhat shall I do?John left the apple.Oh, what shall I do?\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER V.\n\nTHE BUSH FIRE.\u201cWill you shew yourself gentle, and be merciful for Christ\u2019s sake\n    to poor and needy people, and to all strangers destitute of help?\u201d\n\n    \u201cI will so shew myself, by God\u2019s help.\u201d\n\n                     _Consecration of Bishops, Book of Common Prayer._\n\n\nJack\u2019s card is placed upright on the mantel-piece of Ruby\u2019s bedroom,\nits back leaning against the wall, and before it stands a little girl\nwith a troubled face, and a perplexed wrinkle between her brows.Mary went back to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.\u201cIt says it there,\u201d Ruby murmurs, the perplexed wrinkle deepening.Mary went back to the garden.\u201cAnd\nthat text\u2019s out of the Bible.John put down the apple.Daniel got the milk there.But when there\u2019s nobody to be kind to, I\ncan\u2019t do anything.\u201d\n\nThe sun is glinting on the frosted snow scene; but Ruby is not looking\nat the snow scene.Daniel went back to the hallway.Her eyes are following the old, old words of the\nfirst Christmas carol: \u201cGlory to God in the highest, and on earth\npeace, good will toward men!\u201d\n\n\u201cIf there was only anybody to be kind to,\u201d the little girl repeats\nslowly.\u201cDad and mamma don\u2019t need me to be kind to them, and I _am_\nquite kind to Hans and Dick.John journeyed to the office.If it was only in Scotland now; but it\u2019s\nquite different here.\u201d\n\nThe soft summer wind is swaying the window-blinds gently to and fro,\nand ruffling with its soft breath the thirsty, parched grass about the\nstation.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary got the apple there.To the child\u2019s mind has come a remembrance, a remembrance of\nwhat was \u201conly a dream,\u201d and she sees an old, old man, bowed down with\nthe weight of years, coming to her across the moonlit paths of last\nnight, an old man whom Ruby had let lie where he fell, because he was\nonly \u201cthe wicked old one.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was only a dream, so it didn\u2019t matter.\u201d Thus the little girl tries\nto soothe a suddenly awakened conscience.Daniel discarded the milk.Daniel got the football there.\u201cAnd he _is_ a wicked old\none; Dick said he was.\u201d\n\nRuby goes over to the window, and stands looking out.There", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But there is a strange, unexplained\nchange in the little girl\u2019s heart.Daniel travelled to the garden.Only that the dear Lord Jesus has\ncome to Ruby, asking her for His dear sake to be kind to one of the\nlowest and humblest of His creatures.\u201cIf it was only anybody else,\u201d\nshe mutters.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.\u201cBut he\u2019s so horrid, and he has such a horrid face.And I\ndon\u2019t see what I could do to be kind to such a nasty old man as he is.John went back to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.John travelled to the kitchen.Besides, perhaps dad wouldn\u2019t like me.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood will toward men!Mary journeyed to the office.Good will toward men!\u201d Again the heavenly\nvoices seem ringing in Ruby\u2019s ears.Mary got the football there.Sandra moved to the office.There is no angel host about her\nto strengthen and encourage her, only one very lonely little girl who\nfinds it hard to do right when the doing of that right does not quite\nfit in with her own inclinations.Mary left the football.John went to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.She has taken the first step upon the\nheavenly way, and finds already the shadow of the cross.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra travelled to the hallway.The radiance of the sunshine is reflected in Ruby\u2019s brown eyes, the\nradiance, it may be, of something far greater in her heart.John journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the bedroom.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra got the apple there.Mary went to the bedroom.\u201cI\u2019ll do it!\u201d the little girl decides suddenly.\u201cI\u2019ll try to be kind to\nthe \u2018old one.\u2019 Only what can I do?\u201d\n\n\u201cMiss Ruby!\u201d cries an excited voice at the window, and, looking out,\nRuby sees Dick\u2019s brown face and merry eyes.\u201cCome \u2019long as quick as\nyou can.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.John journeyed to the garden.There\u2019s a fire, and you said t\u2019other day you\u2019d never seen one.I\u2019ll get Smuttie if you come as quick as you can.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra discarded the apple.Mary travelled to the hallway.Mary grabbed the apple there.John moved to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.It\u2019s over by old\nDavis\u2019s place.\u201d\n\nDick\u2019s young mistress does not need a second bidding.She is out\nwaiting by the garden-gate long before Smuttie is caught and harnessed.Sandra discarded the football.Daniel got the football there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Away to the west she can see the long glare of fire shooting up tongues\nof flame into the still sunlight, and brightening the river into a very\nsea ofMary put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\u201cI don\u2019t think you should go, Ruby,\u201d says her mother, who has come\nout on the verandah.\u201cIt isn\u2019t safe, and you are so venturesome.I am\ndreadfully anxious about your father too.John moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.John went back to the bathroom.Dick says he and the men are\noff to help putting out the fire; but in such weather as this I don\u2019t\nsee how they can ever possibly get it extinguished.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll be very, very careful, mamma,\u201d Ruby promises.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the kitchen.In our letter of May 4 Your Honours have been\ninformed that His Excellency Laurens Pit, Governor of Coromandel, has\nconsented at our request to communicate with you whenever necessary, as\nthe means of the Golconda merchants who desire to obtain advances from\nthe Company, and how much could be advanced to their attorneys.Such\ncases must be carefully dealt with, but up to the present no such\nrequest has been made, which is so much the better.I.--The 20,000 paras or 866 2/3 lasts of nely applied for from\nNegapatam will come in useful here, although since the date of this\nMemoir or the 6th of June the Council agreed to purchase on behalf\nof the Company the 125 1/5 lasts of rice brought here in the Bengal\nship of the Nabob of Kateck Caim Caareham, because even this does\nnot bring the quantity in store to the 600 lasts which are considered\nnecessary for Jaffnapatam, as is shown under the heading of provisions\nand ammunition.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.It will be necessary to encourage the people from\nBengal in this trade, as has been repeatedly stated.K.--The petition mentioned here, submitted by the bargemen of the\nCompany's pontons, stating that they have been made to pay all that\nhad been lost on various cargoes of rice above one per cent., that they\nhad not been fairly dealt with in the measuring, &c., deserves serious\ninvestigation.John journeyed to the office.Sandra went to the garden.It must be seen to that these people are not made to\nrefund any loss for which they are not responsible and which they could\nnot prevent, and the annexed recommendation should be followed as far\nas reasonable.Sandra grabbed the milk there.The point of the unfair measuring must be especially\nattended to, since such conduct would deserve severe correction.John went to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.L.--The instructions given here with regard to the receipt of Pagodas\nmust be carried out, but none but Negapatam or Palicatte Pagodas\nmust be received or circulated.Mary left the apple.Our instructions under the heading\nof Golden Pagodas must be observed.M.--The Dessave de Bitter is to employ the Lieutenant Claas Isaacsz\nin the Public Works Department on his return from Putulang after the\ntransport of the elephants, being a capable man for this work.The most\nnecessary work must be carried out", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the hallway.van Keulen and Petitfilz, presented the son of the deceased\nDon Philip Sangerepulle with a horse and a sombreer [83] by order\nof His Excellency the Governor, apparently because he was the chief\nof the highest caste, or on account of his father's services.Much\nhas been said against the father, but nothing has been proved, and\nindeed greater scoundrels might be found on investigation.John journeyed to the bathroom.Zwaardecroon, because no act of authority was shown\nto him, has rejected this presentation and ordered the Political\nCouncil here from the yacht \"Bekenstyn\" on March 29 of this year to\ndemand back from the youth this horse and sombreer.Sandra grabbed the football there.This having been\ndone without my knowledge and consent, I countermand this order, and\nexpect Your Honours to carry out the orders of His late Excellency the\nGovernor.[84] With regard to the administration of this Commandement,\nI have stated what was necessary under the heading of the Form of\nGovernment at the conclusion of the Memoir to which I herewith refer.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.I\nwill only add here that since then I have had reason to doubt whether\nmy instructions with regard to the Political Council and the manner\nin which the administration is to be carried out has been properly\nunderstood.I reiterate therefore that the Dessave de Bitter will be\nlooked upon and respected as the Chief in the Commandement during\nthe absence of the Commandeur, and that to him is entrusted the\nduty of convening the meetings both of the Political Council and of\nthe Court of Justice.Also that he will pass and sign all orders,\nsuch as those for the Warehouses, the Treasury, the Workshop, the\nArsenal, and other of the Company's effects.John got the milk there.Further, that when he\nstays over night in the Castle, he is to give out the watch-word and\nsee to the opening and the closing of the gates, which, in the event\nof his absence, is deputed to the Captain.John dropped the milk.Sandra moved to the garden.The Dessave will see that\norder and discipline are maintained, especially among the military,\nand also that they are regularly drilled.He is further to receive\nthe daily reports, not only of the military but also of all master\nworkmen, &c.; in short, he is to carry out all work just as if the\nCommandeur were present.Daniel went back to the hallway.Recommending thus far and thus briefly these\ninstructions as a guidance to the Administrateur and the Political\nCouncil, and praying God's blessing--\n\n\nI remain, Sirs, etc.,\n(Signed) GERRIT DE HEERE.Jaffnapatam, August 2, 1697.Sandra discarded the football.John moved to the hallway.NOTES\n\n\n[1] Note on p.[2] \"Want, de keuse van zyne begraafplaats mocht van nederigheid\ngetuigenJohn went back to the garden.Sandra went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "--De Haan, De Portugeesche\nBuitenkerk, p.[3] Van Rhede van der Kloot, De Gouverneurs-Generaal en\nCommissarissen-Generaal van Nederlandsch-Indie, 1610-1888.[4] That of Laurens Pyl.[5] These figures at the end of paragraphs refer to the marginal\nremarks by way of reply made by the Governor Gerrit de Heer in the\noriginal MS.of the Memoir, and which for convenience have been placed\nat the end of this volume.[6] Hendrik Adriaan van Rheede of Drakestein, Lord of Mydrecht, High\nCommissioner to Bengal, Coromandel, Ceylon, &c., from 1684-1691.For\na fuller account of him, see Report on the Dutch Records, p.[7] Elephants without tusks.Mary went to the office.[8] Thomas van Rhee, Governor of Ceylon, 1693 to 1695.John went to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel got the milk there.[9] The old plural of opperkoopman, upper merchant, the highest grade\nin the Company's Civil Service.The _chatzozerah_\nwas a straight trumpet, about two feet in length, and was sometimes\nmade of silver.Two of these straight trumpets are shown in the famous\ntriumphal procession after the fall of Jerusalem on the arch of Titus,\nengraved on the next page.There can be no doubt that the Hebrews had several kinds of\ndrums.We know, however, only of the _toph_, which appears to have\nbeen a tambourine or a small hand-drum like the Egyptian darabouka.In the English version of the Bible the word is rendered _timbrel_\nor _tabret_.This instrument was especially used in processions on\noccasions of rejoicing, and also frequently by females.We find it\nin the hands of Miriam, when she was celebrating with the Israelitish\nwomen in songs of joy the destruction of Pharaoh\u2019s host; and in the\nhands of Jephtha\u2019s daughter, when she went out to welcome her father.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.There exists at the present day in the East a small hand-drum called\n_doff_, _diff_, or _adufe_--a name which appears to be synonymous with\nthe Hebrew _toph_.John moved to the kitchen.[Illustration]\n\nTHE SISTRUM.Winer, Saalfch\u00fctz, and several other commentators are of\nopinion that the _menaaneim_, mentioned in 2 Sam.Sandra went to the bathroom.In the English Bible the original is translated _cymbals_.Mary travelled to the office.The _tzeltzclim_, _metzilloth_, and _metzilthaim_, appear\nto have been cymbals or similar metallic instruments of percussion,\ndiffering in shape and sound.The little bells on the vestments of the high-priest were called\n_phaamon", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the garden.Mary went to the office.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.John moved to the office.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the kitchen.Small golden bells were attached to the lower part of the\nrobes of the high-priest in his sacred ministrations.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John moved to the garden.Mary went to the bathroom.The Jews have, at\nthe present day, in their synagogues small bells fastened to the rolls\nof the Law containing the Pentateuch: a kind of ornamentation which is\nsupposed to have been in use from time immemorial.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the garden.Sandra went back to the office.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.John journeyed to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.Besides the names of Hebrew instruments already given there occur\nseveral others in the Old Testament, upon the real meaning of which\nmuch diversity of opinion prevails.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the office.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the hallway.John went back to the office.Mary went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the hallway._Jobel_ is by some commentators\nclassed with the trumpets, butSandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the office.Sandra went back to the office.John travelled to the hallway.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra moved to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the office.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary went to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra discarded the football.Daniel took the football there.Daniel put down the apple there.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "If _Jobel_ (from which _jubilare_ is supposed to be derived) is\nidentical with the name _Jubal_, the inventor of musical instruments,\nit would appear that the Hebrews appreciated pre-eminently the\nexhilarating power of music._Shalisbim_ is supposed to denote a\ntriangle.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.John went to the bedroom._Nechiloth_, _gittith_, and _machalath_, which occur in\nthe headings of some psalms, are also by commentators supposed to\nbe musical instruments._Nechiloth_ is said to have been a flute,\nand _gittith_ and _machalath_ to have been stringed instruments, and\n_machol_ a kind of flute.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Again, others maintain that the words denote\npeculiar modes of performance or certain favourite melodies to which\nthe psalms were directed to be sung, or chanted.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.According to the\nrecords of the Rabbins, the Hebrews in the time of David and Solomon\npossessed thirty-six different musical instruments.In the Bible only\nabout half that number are mentioned.Sandra went back to the office.Most nations of antiquity ascribed the invention of their musical\ninstruments to their gods, or to certain superhuman beings.John took the football there.John journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the garden.The Hebrews\nattributed it to man; Jubal is mentioned in Genesis as \u201cthe father of\nall such as handle the harp and organ\u201d (_i.e._, performers on stringed\ninstruments and wind instruments).As instruments of percussion are\nalmost invariably in use long before people are led to construct\nstringed and wind instruments it might perhaps be surmised that Jubal\nwas not regarded as the inventor of all the Hebrew instruments, but\nrather as the first professional cultivator of instrumental music.Many musical instruments of the ancient Greeks are known to us by name;\nbut respecting their exact construction and capabilities there still\nprevails almost as much diversity of opinion as is the case with those\nof the Hebrews.Mary went to the hallway.It is generally believed that the Greeks derived their musical system\nfrom the Egyptians.Pythagoras and other philosophers are said to have\nstudied music in Egypt.It would, however, appear that the Egyptian\ninfluence upon Greece, as far as regards this art, has been overrated.Not only have the more perfect Egyptian instruments--such as the\nlarger harps, the tamboura--never been much in favour with the Greeks,\nbut almost all the stringed instruments which the Greeks possessed\nare stated to have been originally derived from Asia.John left the football.Strabo says:\n\u201cThose who regard the whole of Asia, as far as India, as consecrated\nto Bacchus, point to that country as the origin of a great portion of\nthe present music.One author speaks of \u2018striking forcibly the AsMary went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.Some of\nthe instruments also have foreign names, as Nabla, Sambuka, Barbiton,\nMagadis, and many others.\u201d\n\nWe know at present little more of these instruments than that they\nwere in use in Greece.Of the Magadis it is even not satisfactorily\nascertained whether it was a stringed or a wind instrument.The other\nthree are known to have been stringed instruments.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.But they cannot have\nbeen anything like such universal favourites as the lyre, because this\ninstrument and perhaps the _trigonon_ are almost the only stringed\ninstruments represented in the Greek paintings on pottery and other\nmonumental records.If, as might perhaps be suggested, their taste for\nbeauty of form induced the Greeks to represent the elegant lyre in\npreference to other stringed instruments, we might at least expect to\nmeet with the harp; an instrument which equals if it does not surpass\nthe lyre in elegance of form.[Illustration]\n\nThe representation of Polyhymnia with a harp, depicted on a splendid\nGreek vase now in the Munich museum, may be noted as an exceptional\ninstance.Daniel went back to the bedroom.John left the milk.Daniel got the apple there.This valuable relic dates from the time of Alexander the\ngreat.Sandra picked up the milk there.The instrument resembles in construction as well as in shape\nthe Assyrian harp, and has thirteen strings.Polyhymnia is touching\nthem with both hands, using the right hand for the treble and the left\nfor the bass.She is seated, holding the instrument in her lap.Sandra went to the bathroom.John went to the bathroom.Even\nthe little tuning-pegs, which in number are not in accordance with\nthe strings, are placed on the sound-board at the upper part of the\nframe, exactly as on the Assyrian harp.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the office.\"If you hadn't been in front of that horrid old restaurant just when I\nwas passing,\" she continued, \"all this would never have happened.Mary travelled to the kitchen.But\nyou were there, and you asked me to come in and have a bite with you;\nand I did, and there you are.\"\"Yes, there I am,\" assented Jimmy dismally.Sandra moved to the bathroom.There was no doubt about\nwhere he was now, but where was he going to end?\"See here,\" he exclaimed with fast growing uneasiness, \"I don't like\nbeing mixed up in this sort of thing.\"\"Of course you'd think of yourself first,\" sneered Zoie.Mary went back to the hallway.\"Well, I don't want to get your husband down on me,\" argued Jimmy\nevasively.\"Oh, I didn't give YOU away,\" sneered Zoie.Sandra dropped the milk.\"YOU needn't worry,\" and she\nfixed her eyes upon him with a scornful expression that left no doubt as\nto her opinion that he was a craven coward.Sandra journeyed to the garden.John went to the garden.\"But you said he'd", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"He's found out that I ate with a MAN,\" answered Zoie, more and more\naggrieved at having to employ so much detail in the midst of her\ndistress.She lifted a small hand, begging him to spare her further questions.Mary went back to the office.It was apparent that she must explain each aspect of their present\ndifficulty, with as much patience as though Jimmy were in reality only a\nchild.She sank into her chair and then proceeded, with a martyred air.\"You see it was like this,\" she said.Sandra journeyed to the office.\"Alfred came into the restaurant\njust after we had gone out and Henri, the waiter who has taken care\nof him for years, told him that I had just been in to luncheon with a\ngentleman.\"Jimmy shifted about on the edge of his chair, ill at ease.\"Now if Alfred had only told me that in the first place,\" she continued,\n\"I'd have known what to say, but he didn't.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel left the milk.Oh no, he was as sweet as\ncould be all through breakfast and last night too, and then just as he\nwas leaving this morning, I said something about luncheon and he said,\nquite casually, 'Where did you have luncheon YESTERDAY, my dear?'So I\nanswered quite carelessly, 'I had none, my love.'Well, I wish you could\nhave seen him.Daniel picked up the football there.He says I'm the one thing\nhe can't endure.\"questioned Jimmy, wondering how Alfred could confine\nhimself to any \"ONE thing.\"\"Of course I am,\" declared Zoie; \"but why shouldn't I be?\"Daniel left the football.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went to the bedroom.She looked\nat Jimmy with such an air of self-approval that for the life of him he\ncould find no reason to offer.\"You know how jealous Alfred is,\" she\ncontinued.Daniel got the apple there.\"He makes such a fuss about the slightest thing that I've got\nout of the habit of EVER telling the TRUTH.\"John journeyed to the bedroom.She walked away from\nJimmy as though dismissing the entire matter; he shifted his position\nuneasily; she turned to him again with mock sweetness.\"I suppose YOU\ntold AGGIE all about it?\"Sandra picked up the milk there.Jimmy's round eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped lower.\"I--I--don't\nbelieve I did,\" he stammered weakly.Then\nshe knotted her small white brow in deep thought.Daniel journeyed to the garden.\"I don't know yet,\" mused Zoie, \"BUT YOU'RE NOT GOING TO TELL\nAGGIE--that's ONE SURE thing.\"\"I certainly will tell her,\" asserted Jimmy, with a wag of his very\nround head.Daniel moved to the hallway.\"Aggie is just the one to get you out of this.\"John moved to the garden.\"She's just the one to make things worse,\" said Zoie decidedly.Then\nseeing Jimmy's hurt look, she continued apologetically:Sandra dropped the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"I never deceived my wife in all my life,\" declared Jimmy, with an air\nof self approval that he was far from feeling.\"Now, Jimmy,\" protested Zoie impatiently, \"you aren't going to have\nmoral hydrophobia just when I need your help!\"\"I'm not going to lie to Aggie, if that's what you mean,\" said Jimmy,\nendeavouring not to wriggle under Zoie's disapproving gaze.\"Then don't,\" answered Zoie sweetly.Jimmy never feared Zoie more than when she APPEARED to agree with him.\"Tell her the truth,\" urged Zoie.\"I will,\" declared Jimmy with an emphatic nod.\"And I'LL DENY IT,\" concluded Zoie with an impudent toss of her head.exclaimed Jimmy, and he felt himself getting onto his feet.\"I've already denied it to Alfred,\" continued Zoie.\"I told him I'd\nnever been in that restaurant without him in all my life, that the\nwaiter had mistaken someone else for me.\"And again she turned her back\nupon Jimmy.\"But don't you see,\" protested Jimmy, \"this would all be so very much\nsimpler if you'd just own up to the truth now, before it's too late?\"John journeyed to the bathroom.\"It IS too late,\" declared Zoie.\"Alfred wouldn't believe me now,\nwhatever I told him.Sandra grabbed the football there.He says a woman who lies once lies all the time.He'd think I'd been carrying on with you ALL ALONG.\"groaned Jimmy as the full realisation of his predicament\nthrust itself upon him.\"We don't DARE tell him now,\" continued Zoie, elated by the demoralised\nstate to which she was fast reducing him.\"For Heaven's sake, don't make\nit any worse,\" she concluded; \"it's bad enough as it is.\"\"It certainly is,\" agreed Jimmy, and he sank dejectedly into his chair.\"If you DO tell him,\" threatened Zoie from the opposite side of the\ntable, \"I'll say you ENTICED me into the place.\"Daniel travelled to the bedroom.shrieked Jimmy and again he found himself on his feet.John got the milk there.\"I will,\" insisted Zoie, \"I give you fair warning.\"John dropped the milk.\"I don't believe you've any\nconscience at all,\" he said.Clavering among\nthe list of arrivals at the Hoffman House; showing that my letter to\nhim had failed in its intended effect, and that the patience Mary had\ncalculated upon so blindly was verging to its end.I was consequently\nfar from being surprised when, in a couple of weeks or so afterwards,\na letter came from him to my address, which, owing to the careless\nomission of the private mark upon the envelope, I opened, and read\nenough to learn that, driven to desperation by the constant failures\nwhich he had experienced in all his endeavors to gain access to her in\npublic or private, a failure which he was not backward in ascribing\nto her indisposition to see him, he had made up his mind to risk\neverything, even her displeasure; and,", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"I\nwant you,\" he wrote; \"dowered or dowerless, it makes little difference\nto me.If you will not come of yourself, then I must follow the example\nof the brave knights, my ancestors; storm the castle that holds you, and\ncarry you off by force of arms.\"Sandra took the football there.Neither can I say I was much surprised, knowing Mary as I did, when, in\na few days from this, she forwarded to me for copying, this reply: \"If\nMr.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Robbins ever expects to be happy with Amy Belden, let him reconsider\nthe determination of which he speaks.John went to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Not only would he by such an\naction succeed in destroying the happiness of her he professes to love,\nbut run the greater risk of effectually annulling the affection which\nmakes the tie between them endurable.\"Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.It was the cry of warning\nwhich a spirited, self-contained creature gives when brought to bay.Mary went to the bathroom.It\nmade even me recoil, though I had known from the first that her pretty\nwilfulness was but the tossing foam floating above the soundless depths\nof cold resolve and most deliberate purpose.Sandra went back to the bathroom.What its real effect was upon him and her fate I can only conjecture.Sandra discarded the football.All I know is that in two weeks thereafter Mr.Leavenworth was found\nmurdered in his room, and Hannah Chester, coming direct to my door from\nthe scene of violence, begged me to take her in and secrete her from\npublic inquiry, as I loved and desired to serve Mary Leavenworth.UNEXPECTED TESTIMONY\n\n\n    _Pol._ What do you read, my lord?Mary journeyed to the bedroom.BELDEN paused, lost in the sombre shadow which these words were\ncalculated to evoke, and a short silence fell upon the room.It was\nbroken by my asking for some account of the occurrence she had just\nmentioned, it being considered a mystery how Hannah could have found\nentrance into her house without the knowledge of the neighbors.\"Well,\" said she, \"it was a chilly night, and I had gone to bed early\n(I was sleeping then in the room off this) when, at about a quarter to\none--the last train goes through R---- at 12.50--there came a low knock\non the window-pane at the head of my bed.Sandra picked up the football there.Thinking that some of the\nneighbors were sick, I hurriedly rose on my elbow and asked who\nwas there.The answer came in low, muffled tones, 'Hannah, Miss\nLeavenworth's girl!Mary grabbed the milk there.Startled at\nhearing the well-known voice, and fearing I knew not what, I caught up\na lamp and hurried round to the door.But no sooner had she done so than\nmy strength failed me, and I had to sit down, for I saw she looked very\npale and strange, was without baggage, andMary discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra went to the hallway.what brings you here in this condition and at this time\nof night?'John travelled to the garden.'Miss Leavenworth has sent me,' she replied, in the low,\nmonotonous tone of one repeating a lesson by rote.John moved to the bathroom.'She told me to come\nhere; said you would keep me.Daniel grabbed the football there.I am not to go out of the house, and no\none is to know I am here.'I asked, trembling with a thousand\nundefined fears; 'what has occurred?'Mary journeyed to the bedroom.'I dare not say,' she whispered;\n'I am forbid; I am just to stay here, and keep quiet.''But,' I began,\nhelping her to take off her shawl,--the dingy blanket advertised for\nin the papers--'you must tell me.She surely did not forbid you to tell\n_me?_' 'Yes she did; every one,' the girl replied, growing white in her\npersistence, 'and I never break my word; fire couldn't draw it out\nof me.'Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.She looked so determined, so utterly unlike herself, as I\nremembered her in the meek, unobtrusive days of our old acquaintance,\nthat I could do nothing but stare at her.'You will keep me,' she said;\n'you will not turn me away?''No,' I said, 'I will not turn you away.'Thanking me, she quietly followed me\nup-stairs.Mary left the milk.I put her into the room in which you found her, because it\nwas the most secret one in the house; and there she has remained ever\nsince, satisfied and contented, as far as I could see, till this very\nsame horrible day.\"Mary got the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.\"Did you have no explanation with her\nafterwards?Did she never give you any information in regard to the\ntransactions which led to her flight?\"Daniel left the football.Daniel went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the office.Neither then nor when,\nupon the next day, I confronted her with the papers in my hand, and the\nawful question upon my lips as to whether her flight had been occasioned\nby the murder which had taken place in Mr.Daniel put down the apple.John travelled to the hallway.Leavenworth's household, did\nshe do more than acknowledge she had run away on this account.Mary went to the garden.Some one\nor something had sealed her lips, and, as she said, 'Fire and torture\nshould never make her speak.'\"Another short pause followed this; then, with my mind still hovering\nabout the one point of intensest interest to me, I said:\n\n\"This story, then, this account which you have just given me of Mary\nLeavenworth's secret marriage and the great strait it put her\ninto--a strait from which nothing but her uncle's death could relieve\nher--together with this acknowledgment of Hannah's that she had left\nhome and taken refuge here on the insistence of Mary Leavenworth, is the\ngroundwork you have for the suspicions you have mentioned?\"\"", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary travelled to the hallway.It was often told how he was far up Glen Urtach when the feeders of the\nthreshing mill caught young Burnbrae, and how he only stopped to change\nhorses at his house, and galloped all the way to Burnbrae, and flung\nhimself off his horse and amputated the arm, and saved the lad's life.Mary picked up the football there.John travelled to the bathroom.\"You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour,\" said Jamie Soutar,\nwho had been at the threshing, \"an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying\nas white as deith on the floor o' the loft, wi' his head on a sheaf, an'\nBurnbrae haudin' the bandage ticht an' prayin' a' the while, and the\nmither greetin' in the corner.Daniel moved to the bedroom.she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's\nfeet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder\nas the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his\nhorse's mooth.Mary moved to the office.Mary put down the football.Sandra grabbed the milk there.wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed\nhim on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark--sic wark, neeburs--but he\ndid it weel.Sandra left the milk.Mary took the football there.Sandra took the milk there.An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent\naff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.\"Noo that's feenished, and his constitution 'ill dae the rest,\" and he\ncarried the lad doon the ladder in his airms like a bairn, and laid him\nin his bed, and waits aside him till he wes sleepin', and then says he:\n'Burnbrae, yir gey lad never tae say 'Collie, will yelick?'for a' hevna\ntasted meat for saxteen hoors.'Mary dropped the football.\"It was michty tae see him come intae the yaird that day, neeburs; the\nverra look o' him wes victory.\"Mary travelled to the bedroom.John went to the hallway.Sandra took the football there.Mary went back to the hallway.[Illustration: \"THE VERRA LOOK O' HIM WES VICTORY\"]\n\nJamie's cynicism slipped off in the enthusiasm of this reminiscence, and\nhe expressed the feeling of Drumtochty.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John journeyed to the garden.No one sent for MacLure save in\ngreat straits, and the sight of him put courage in sinkingSandra journeyed to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "But\nthis was not by the grace of his appearance, or the advantage of a good\nbedside manner.A tall, gaunt, loosely made man, without an ounce of\nsuperfluous flesh on his body, his face burned a dark brick color by\nconstant exposure to the weather, red hair and beard turning grey,\nhonest blue eyes that look you ever in the face, huge hands with wrist\nbones like the shank of a ham, and a voice that hurled his salutations\nacross two fields, he suggested the moor rather  than the drawing-room.Daniel grabbed the football there.But what a clever hand it was in an operation, as delicate as a woman's,\nand what a kindly voice it was in the humble room where the shepherd's\nwife was weeping by her man's bedside.Mary picked up the milk there.He was \"ill pitten the gither\" to\nbegin with, but many of his physical defects were the penalties of his\nwork, and endeared him to the Glen.Mary left the milk.Mary got the milk there.Mary journeyed to the hallway.That ugly scar that cut into his\nright eyebrow and gave him such a sinister expression, was got one night\nJess slipped on the ice and laid him insensible eight miles from home.His limp marked the big snowstorm in the fifties, when his horse missed\nthe road in Glen Urtach, and they rolled together in a drift.MacLure\nescaped with a broken leg and the fracture of three ribs, but he never\nwalked like other men again.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.He could not swing himself into the saddle\nwithout making two attempts and holding Jess's mane.Neither can you\n\"warstle\" through the peat bogs and snow drifts for forty winters\nwithout a touch of rheumatism.Sandra went back to the hallway.But they were honorable scars, and for\nsuch risks of life men get the Victoria Cross in other fields.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.[Illustration: \"FOR SUCH RISKS OF LIFE MEN GET THE VICTORIA CROSS IN\nOTHER FIELDS\"]\n\nMacLure got nothing but the secret affection of the Glen, which knew\nthat none had ever done one-tenth as much for it as this ungainly,\ntwisted, battered figure, and I have  seen a Drumtochty face\nsoften at the sight of MacLure limping to his horse.Mary left the milk.Hopps earned the ill-will of the Glen for ever by criticising\nthe doctor's dress, but indeed it would have filled any townsman with\namazement.Black he wore once a year, on Sacrament Sunday, and, if\npossible, at a funeral; topcoat or waterproof never.Mary grabbed the milk there.His jacket and\nwaistcoat were rough homespun of Glen Urtach wool, which threw off the\nwet like a duck's back, and below he was clad in shepherd's tartan\ntrousers, which disappeared into unpolished riding boots.Sandra journeyed to the garden.His shirt was\ngrey flannel, and he was uncertainJohn discarded the apple.Daniel put down the football there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went back to the hallway.Daniel went back to the garden.His point of distinction\nin dress was the trousers, and they were the subject of unending\nspeculation.\"Some threep that he's worn thae eedentical pair the last twenty year,\nan' a' mind masel him gettin' a tear ahint, when he was crossin' oor\npalin', and the mend's still veesible.John moved to the bedroom.\"Ithers declare 'at he's got a wab o' claith, and hes a new pair made in\nMuirtown aince in the twa year maybe, and keeps them in the garden till\nthe new look wears aff.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel picked up the football there.\"For ma ain pairt,\" Soutar used to declare, \"a' canna mak up my mind,\nbut there's ae thing sure, the Glen wud not like tae see him withoot\nthem: it wud be a shock tae confidence.Sandra took the milk there.Sandra left the milk.Mary moved to the office.There's no muckle o' the check\nleft, but ye can aye tell it, and when ye see thae breeks comin' in ye\nken that if human pooer can save yir bairn's life it 'ill be dune.\"Sandra took the milk there.The confidence of the Glen--and tributary states--was unbounded, and\nrested partly on long experience of the doctor's resources, and partly\non his hereditary connection.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra discarded the milk.The sleek false STUARTS well might shrug and sigh Make room--for\n      _him_?Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.O Right\n  Divine, most picturesque quaint craze, How art thou fallen upon evil\n      days!Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the garden.What will White Rose fanatics say to this?Stuartomaniacs will ye not come wailing;\n  Or fill these aisles with one gregarious hiss\n   Of angry scorn, one howl of bitter railing?Daniel went back to the bathroom.To think that CHARLES the trickster, CHARLES the droll,\n   Should thus be hob-a-nobbed by red-nosed NOLL!John travelled to the hallway.Methinks I hear the black-a-vised one sneer \"Ods bobs,\n   Sire, this is what I've long expected!If they had _him_, and not his statue, here\n   Some other 'baubles' might be soon ejected.Mary picked up the milk there.Dark STRAFFORD--I mean SALISBURY--_might_ loose\n   More than his Veto, did he play the goose.\"He'd find perchance that Huntingdon was stronger\n   Than Leeds with all its Programmes.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.NOLL might vow That Measure-murder should go on no longer;\n   And that Obstruction he would checkMary left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Which would disturb MACALLUM MORE'S composure;\n   The Axe is yet more summary than the Closure!\"As for the Commons--both with the Rad 'Rump'\n   And Tory 'Tail' alike he might deal tartly.He'd have small mercy upon prig or pump;\n   I wonder what he'd think of B-WL-S and B-RTL-Y?Depend upon it, NOLL would purge the place\n   Of much beside Sir HARRY and the Mace.\"Your Majesties make room there--for a Man!Yes, after several centuries of waiting,\n  It seems that Smug Officialism's plan\n   A change from the next Session may be dating.You tell us, genial HERBERT GLADSTONE, that you\n   _May_ find the funds, next year, for CROMWELL'S Statue!Well the STUART pair\n   May gaze on that stout shape as on a spectre.Subject for England's sculptors it is rare\n   To find like that of England's Great Protector;\n  And he with bigot folly is imbued,\n   Who deems that CROMWELL'S Statute _can_ intrude![Illustration: \"ROOM FOR A BIG ONE!\"John moved to the bathroom._Cromwell._ \"NOW THEN, YOUR MAJESTIES, I HOPE I DON'T INTRUDE!\"]*       *       *       *       *\n\n\"OH, YOU WICKED STORY!\"Sandra picked up the apple there.John grabbed the milk there.(_Cry of the Cockney Street Child._)\n\nSpeaking of our Neo-Neurotic and \"Personal\" Novelists, JAMES PAYN says:\n\"None of the authors of these works are storytellers.\"No, not in his\nown honest, wholesome, stirring sense, certainly.But, like other\nnaughty--and nasty-minded--children, they \"tell stories\" in their own\nway; \"great big stories,\" too, and \"tales out of school\" into the\nbargain.Having, like the Needy Knife-grinder, no story (in the true\nsense) to tell, they tell--well, let us say, tara-diddles!Truth is\nstranger than even _their_ fiction, but it is not always so \"smart\" or\nso \"risky\" as a loose, long-winded, flippant, cynical and personal\nliterary \"lie which is half a truth,\" in three sloppy, slangy, but\n\"smart\"--oh, yes, decidedly \"smart\"--volumes!*       *       *       *       *\n\nLYRE AND LANCET.John put down the milk there.(_A Story in Scenes._)\n\nPART IX.--THE MAUVAIS QUART D'HEURE.Sandra moved to the bathroom.SCENE XVI.--_The Chinese Drawing Room at Wyvern._\n\nTIME--", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Lady CULVERIN _is alone, glancing over a written list._\n\n_Lady Cantire (entering)._ Down already, ALBINIA?I _thought_ if I made\nhaste I should get a quiet chat with you before anybody else came in.Oh, the list of couples for RUPERT.(_As_\nLady CULVERIN _surrenders it_.)John went to the kitchen.My dear, you're _not_ going to inflict\nthat mincing little PILLINER boy on poor MAISIE!At least let her have somebody she's used to.He's an old friend, and she's not seen him for months.I\nmust alter that, if you've no objection.Mary picked up the apple there.(_She does._) And then you've\ngiven my poor Poet to that SPELWANE girl!Mary went back to the bedroom._Lady Culverin._ I thought she wouldn't mind putting up with him just\nfor one evening.Daniel journeyed to the office._Lady Cant._ Wouldn't _mind_!Daniel picked up the milk there.And is that how you\nspeak of a celebrity when you are so fortunate as to have one to\nentertain?_Lady Culv._ But, my dear ROHESIA, you must allow that, whatever his\ntalents may be, he is not--well, not _quite_ one of Us.John travelled to the bathroom._Lady Cant._ (_blandly_).My dear, I never heard he had any connection\nwith the manufacture of chemical manures, in which your worthy Papa so\ngreatly distinguished himself--if _that_ is what you mean.Mary discarded the apple._Lady Culv._ (_with some increase of colour_).That is _not_ what I\nmeant, ROHESIA--as you know perfectly well.Sandra went to the kitchen.SPURRELL'S manner is most objectionable; when he's not obsequious, he's\nhorribly familiar!_Lady Cant._ (_sharply_).John moved to the office.He strikes me as well\nenough--for that class of person.And it is intellect, soul, all that\nkind of thing that _I_ value.Daniel left the milk.I look _below_ the surface, and I find a\ngreat deal that is very original and charming in this young man.And\nsurely, my dear, if I find myself able to associate with him, _you_ need\nnot be so fastidious!I consider him my _protege_, and I won't have him\nslighted.He is far too good for VIVIEN SPELWANE!_Lady Culv._ (_with just a suspicion of malice_).Mary grabbed the football there.Perhaps, ROHESIA, you\nwould like him to take _you_ in?_Lady Cant._ That, of course, is quite out of the question.I see you\nhave given me the Bishop--he's a poor, dry stick of a man--never forgets\nhe was the Headmaster of Swisham--but he's always glad to meet _me_.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom._Lady Culv._ I really don't know whom I _can", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "There's\nRHODA COKAYNE, but she's not poetical, and she'll get on much better\nwith ARCHIE BEARPARK.BROOKE-CHATTERIS--she's sure to\n_talk_, at all events.Mary grabbed the milk there.If, by any lucky accident, he had\nbeen led to arrange the arts, either by their objects, and the things to\nwhich they are addressed, or by their means, and the things by which\nthey are executed, he would have discovered his mistake in an instant.John travelled to the bedroom.As thus:--\n\n  These arts are addressed to the,--Muscles!!Mary went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.Senses,\n                                    Intellect;\n                   or executed by,--Muscles,\n                                    Senses!!Indeed it is true that some of the arts are in a sort addressed to the\nmuscles, surgery for instance; but this is not among Mr.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Fergusson's\ntechnic, but his politic, arts!John journeyed to the bedroom.and all the arts may, in a sort, be said\nto be performed by the senses, as the senses guide both muscles and\nintellect in their work: but they guide them as they receive\ninformation, or are standards of accuracy, but not as in themselves\ncapable of action.Mary went back to the bedroom.Fergusson is, I believe, the first person who has\ntold us of senses that act or do, they having been hitherto supposed\nonly to sustain or perceive.The weight of error, however, rests just as\nmuch in the original division of man, as in the endeavor to fit the arts\nto it.Sandra travelled to the office.The slight omission of the soul makes a considerable difference\nwhen it begins to influence the final results of the arrangement.Fergusson calls morals and religion \"Politick arts\" (as if religion\nwere an art at all!Mary moved to the garden.Sandra took the football there.or as if both were not as necessary to individuals\nas to societies); and therefore, forming these into a body of arts by\nthemselves, leaves the best of the arts to do without the soul and the\nmoral feeling as rest they may.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.Hence \"expression,\" or \"phonetics,\" is\nof intellect only (as if men never expressed their _feelings!_); and\nthen, strangest and worst of all, intellect is entirely resolved into\ntalking!There can be no intellect but it must talk, and all talking\nmust be intellectual.John went back to the kitchen.Mary discarded the milk there.I believe people do sometimes talk without\nunderstanding; and I think the world would fare ill if they never\nunderstood without talking.The intellect is an entirely silent", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.A man may feel and know things without expressing either the\nfeeling or knowledge; and the talking is a _muscular_ mode of\ncommunicating the workings of the intellect or heart--muscular, whether\nit be by tongue or by sign, or by carving or writing, or by expression\nof feature; so that to divide a man into muscular and talking parts, is\nto divide him into body in general, and tongue in particular, the\nendless confusion resulting from which arrangement is only less\nmarvellous in itself, than the resolution with which Mr.John grabbed the apple there.John left the apple.Fergusson has\nworked through it, and in spite of it, up to some very interesting and\nsuggestive truths; although starting with a division of humanity which\ndoes not in the least raise it above the brute, for a rattlesnake has\nhis muscular, aesthetic, and talking part as much as man, only he talks\nwith his tail, and says, \"I am angry with you, and should like to bite\nyou,\" more laconically and effectively than any phonetic biped could,\nwere he so minded.Mary went back to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.And, in fact, the real difference between the brute\nand man is not so much that the one has fewer means of expression than\nthe other, as that it has fewer thoughts to express, and that we do not\nunderstand its expressions.Mary went back to the garden.Animals can talk to one another intelligibly\nenough when they have anything to say, and their captains have words of\ncommand just as clear as ours, and better obeyed.John put down the apple.We have indeed, in\nwatching the efforts of an intelligent animal to talk to a human being,\na melancholy sense of its dumbness; but the fault is still in its\nintelligence, more than in its tongue.Daniel got the milk there.It has not wit enough to\nsystematise its cries or signs, and form them into language.Daniel went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the office.But there is no end to the fallacies and confusions of Mr.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary got the apple there.Daniel discarded the milk.Fergusson's\narrangement.It is a perfect entanglement of gun-cotton, and explodes\ninto vacuity wherever one holds a light to it.Daniel got the football there.Daniel got the milk there.Daniel discarded the football.I shall leave him to do\nso with the rest of it for himself, and should perhaps have left it to\nhis own handling altogether, but for the intemperateness of the spirit\nwith which he has spoken on a subject perhaps of all others demanding\ngentleness and caution.Daniel left the milk.No man could more earnestly have desired the\nchanges lately introduced into the system of the University of Oxford\nthan I did myself: no man can be more deeply sensible than I of grievous\nfailures in the practical working even of the present system: but I\nbelieve that these failures may be almost without exception traced to\none source, the want of evangelical, and the excess of rubrical religion\namong the tutors; together with suchDaniel grabbed the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.The fault is, at any rate, far less in the system than in the\nimperfection of its administration; and had it been otherwise, the terms\nin which Mr.John went back to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.Fergusson speaks of it are hardly decorous in one who can\nbut be imperfectly acquainted with its working.John travelled to the kitchen.They are sufficiently\nanswered by the structure of the essay in which they occur; for if the\nhigh powers of mind which its author possesses had been subjected to the\ndiscipline of the schools, he could not have wasted his time on the\ndevelopment of a system which their simplest formulae of logic would have\nshown him to be untenable.Mary journeyed to the office.Mary got the football there.Sandra moved to the office.Fergusson will, however, find it easier to overthrow his system than\nto replace it.Mary left the football.John went to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the bedroom.Gordon's astonished ejaculation \"This will\nnever do\" was met with the light-hearted Frenchman's remark, \"I must\ngo, and it must go.\"John travelled to the bathroom.Then General Gordon hastened with the news and the draft of the\ntelegram to the Khedive.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the office.The copy was sent in to Ismail Pasha in his\nprivate apartments.Sandra travelled to the hallway.On mastering its contents, he rushed out, threw\nhimself on a sofa, and exclaimed, \"I am quite upset by this telegram\nof Lesseps; some one must go after him and tell him not to send it.\"John journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the bedroom.Then turning to Gordon, he said, \"I put the whole affair into your\nhands.\"Gordon, anxious to help the Khedive, and also hoping to find\nan ally out of Egypt, telegraphed at great length to Mr Goschen, in\naccordance with the Khedive's suggestion.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra got the apple there.Mary went to the bedroom.Unfortunately, Mr Goschen\nreplied with equal brevity and authority, \"I will not look at you; the\nmatter is in the hands of Her Majesty's Government.\"Daniel went back to the garden.When we remember\nthat Gordon was the properly-appointed representative of an\nindependent Prince, or at least of a Prince independent of England, we\ncannot wonder at his terming this a \"rude answer.\"Mary travelled to the office.John journeyed to the garden.Mr Goschen may have\nhad some after-qualms himself, for he telegraphed some days later in a\nmilder tone, but Gordon would not take an affront from any man, and\nleft it unanswered.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra discarded the apple.At this crisis Gordon, nothing daunted, made a proposal which, if the\nKhedive had had the courage to carry it out, might have left the\nvictory with them.He proposed to the Khedive to issue a decree\nsuspending the payment of the coupon, paying", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Failing that,\nGordon offered to telegraph himself to Lord Derby, the Foreign\nSecretary, and accept the full responsibility for the measure.Ismail\nwas not equal to the occasion.He shut himself up in his harem for two\ndays, and, as Gordon said, \"the game was lost.\"John went to the kitchen.Mary picked up the apple there.General Gordon was now to experience the illimitable extent of human\ningratitude.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the office.Even those who disagreed with the views he expressed on\nthis subject cannot deny his loyalty to the Khedive, or the magnitude\nof the efforts he made on his behalf.To carry out the wishes of the\nPrince in whose service he was for the time being, he was prepared to\naccept every responsibility, and to show an unswerving devotion in a\nway that excited the opposition and hostility even of those whom he\nmight otherwise have termed his friends and well-wishers.By an\nextreme expedient, which would either have ruined himself or thwarted\nthe plans of powerful statesmen, and financiers not less powerful, he\nwould have sealed his devotion to Ismail Pasha; but the moral or\nphysical weakness of the Oriental prevented the attempt being made.The delay mentioned allowed of fresh pressure being brought to bear on\nthe Khedive; and while Gordon emphatically declared, partly from a\nsense of consistency, and partly because he hoped to stiffen the\nKhedive's resolution that he would not act with the Debt Commissioners\non the Inquiry, Ismail Pasha was coerced or induced into surrendering\nall he had been fighting for.Daniel picked up the milk there.He gave his assent to the Commissioners\nbeing on the Inquiry, and he turned his back on the man who had come\nfrom the heart of Africa to his assistance.When Gordon learnt these\nfacts, he resolved to return to the Soudan, and he was allowed to do\nso without the least mark of honour or word of thanks from the\nKhedive.His financial episode cost him L800 out of his own pocket,\nand even if we consider that the financial situation in the Delta,\nwith all its cross-currents of shady intrigue and selfish designs, was\none that he was not quite qualified to deal with, we cannot dispute\nthat his propositions were full of all his habitual nobility of\npurpose, and that they were practical, if they could ever have been\nput into effect.This incident serves to bring out some of the limitations of Gordon's\nability.John travelled to the bathroom.His own convictions, strengthened by the solitary life he had\nled for years in the Soudan, did not make him well adapted for any\nform of diplomacy.His methods were too simple, and his remedies too\nexclusively based on a radical treatment, to suit every complaint in a\ncomplicated state of society; nor is it possible for the majority of\nmen to be influenced by his extraordinary self-abnegation and\ndisregard for money.Mary discarded the apple.During this very mission he boasted that he was\nable to get to bed at eight o'clock, because he never dined out, and\nthat he did not care at everyone laughing at him, and saying he was in\ntheSandra went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "This mode of living was due, not to any peculiarity about\nGeneral Gordon--although I trace to this period the opinion that he\nwas mad--but mainly to his honest wish not to be biassed by any\nEuropean's judgment, and to be able to give the Khedive absolutely\nindependent advice, as if he himself were an Egyptian, speaking and\nacting for Egypt.Mary picked up the football there.Enough has been said to explain why he failed to\naccomplish a really impossible task.Nor is it necessary to assume\nthat because they differed from him and strenuously opposed his\nproject, the other Englishmen in authority in the Delta were\ninfluenced by any unworthy motives or pursued a policy that was either\nreprehensible or unsound.Sandra got the milk there.It was through Elsie\u2019s professional life that she learnt to know how\noften the law was against the woman\u2019s best interests, and it was always\nin connection with some reform that she longed to initiate, that she\nexpressed a desire for the Vote._To her Father_\n\n      \u2018GLASGOW, 1891.\u2018Many thanks for your letter about women\u2019s rights.Sandra went back to the bedroom.You are ahead of\n all the world in everything, and they gradually come up into line with\n you--the Westminster Confession and everything except Home Rule!The\n amusing thing about women preaching is that they do it, but as it is\n not in the churches it is not supposed to be in opposition to Paul.Daniel went back to the garden.They are having lots of meetings in the hall downstairs; every single\n one of them is addressed by a woman.But, of course, they could not\n give the same address in a church and with men listening!Daniel travelled to the office.At Queen\n Margaret\u2019s here, they are having a course of lectures on the Old\n Testament from the lecturer on that subject in the University, but\n then, of course it is not \u201cDivinity.\u201d\u2019\n\nThe opponents to Woman\u2019s Franchise admittedly occupied an illogical\nposition, and Elsie\u2019s abounding sense of humour never failed to make\nuse of all the opportunities of laughter which the many absurdities of\nthe long fight evoked.No one with that sense as highly developed could\never turn cynical or bitter.It was only when cruelty and injustice\ncame under her ken that a fine scorn dominated her thought and speech.Sandra travelled to the office.She gives to her father some of these instances:--\n\n \u2018I got a paper to sign to thank the M.P.\u2019s who voted for Sir A.\n Rollitt\u2019s Woman\u2019s Suffrage Bill.I got it filled up in half a minute.John got the apple there.There is no question among women\n who have to work for themselves about wanting the suffrage.It is the\n women who are safe and sound in their own drawing-rooms who don\u2019t see\n what on earth they want it for.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra left the milk there.Daniel went to the kitchen.A.\n took down her case, and thought she would have to have an operation.Then her husband arrived, and calmly", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "So I said that if she went she\n went on her own responsibility, for I would not give my consent.John moved to the bedroom.I said, \u201cWell, take it to a hospital.\u201d Then it\n turned out it was not ill, but had cried last night.Sandra journeyed to the office.I said I saw very\n well what it was, that he had had a bad night, and had just determined\n that his wife should have the bad night to-night, even though she was\n ill, instead of him.He did look ashamed of himself, selfish cad!Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Helpless creature, he could not even arrange for some one to come in\n and take charge of those children unless his wife went home to do it.John went back to the office.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.Sandra went to the garden.She had got some one yesterday, but he had had a row with her.I gave\n him my mind pretty clearly, but I went in just now to find she had\n gone.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.So one woman said, \u201cIt was not \u2019er fault,\n Miss; \u2019e would have it.\u201d\n\n \u2018I wonder when married women will learn they have any other duty\n in the world than to obey their husbands.Sandra moved to the hallway.They were not even her\n children--they were step-children.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary went to the bedroom.You don\u2019t know what trouble we\n have here with the husbands.Daniel went back to the garden.They will come in the day before the\n operation, after the woman has been screwed up to it, and worry them\n with all sorts of outside things, and want them home when they are\n half dying.Any idea that anybody is to be thought of but themselves\n never enters their lordly minds, and the worst of it is these stupid\n idiots of women don\u2019t seem to think so either: \u201c\u2019E wants it, Miss,\u201d\n settles the question.Daniel left the apple.I always say--\u201cIt does not matter one fig what\n he wants.The question is what you want.\u201d They don\u2019t seem to think\n they have any right to any individual existence.Well, I feel better\n now, but I wish I could have scragged that beast.Daniel grabbed the apple there.I have to go to the\n wards now!\u2018We had another row with a tyrannical husband.I did not know whether\n to be most angry with him or his fool of a wife.She had one of the\n most painful things anybody can have, an abscess in her breast.It was\n so bad Miss Webb would not do anything for it in the out-patients\u2019,\n but said she was to come in at once.Sandra took the football there.Daniel discarded the apple.The woman said she would go and\n arrange for somebody to look after her baby and come back at six.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\u201c_I_ cannot let my wife come in,\n as the baby is not old enough to be left with anybody elseSandra journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "That one human being is to settle\n for another human being whether she is to be cured or not.John moved to the hallway.I asked\n him whether he knew how painful it was, and if he had to bear the\n pain.Miss Webb appealed to him, that he _was_ responsible for his\n wife\u2019s health, for he seemed to assume he was not.Sandra went to the office.Both grounds were\n far above his intellect, either his responsibility or his wife\u2019s\n rights.He just stood there like an obstinate mule.We told him it\n was positively brutal, and that he was to go _at once_ and get a good\n doctor home with him if he would not let her in.\u2018What a fool the woman must have been to have educated him up to that.There really was no necessity for her to stay out because he said she\n was to--poor thing.Daniel went to the bathroom.Miss Webb and I have struck up a great friendship\n as the result.John journeyed to the kitchen.After we had both fumed about for some time, I said,\n \u201cWell, the only way to educate that kind of man, or that kind of\n woman, is to get the franchise.\u201d Miss Webb said, \u201cBravo, bravo,\u201d then\n I found she was a great franchise woman, and has been having terrible\n difficulties with her L.W.A.Sandra took the apple there.here.\u2019\n\nThe writer may add one more to these instances.Suffrage meetings\nwere of a necessity much alike, and the round of argument was much\nthe same.Spade-work had to be done among men and women who had the\nmental outlook of these patients and the overlords of their destiny.Meetings were rarely enthusiastic or crowded, and it was often like\nspeaking into the heart of a pincushion.Inglis came by train straight from her practice.In memory\u2019s halls all\nmeetings are alike, but one stands out, where Dr.Sandra took the football there.Inglis illustrated\nher argument by a fact in her day\u2019s experience.Sandra left the football.He was giving me a\n\"popular treatment.\"In many towns people have come to estimate the value of an Osteopathic\ntreatment by its duration.People used to say to me, \"You don't treat as\nlong as Dr.Sandra travelled to the hallway.----, who was here before you,\" and say it in a way indicating\nthat they were hardly satisfied they had gotten their money's worth.John went back to the bedroom.Some\nof them would say: \"He treated me an hour for seventy-five cents.\"Sandra dropped the apple there.Does it\nseem funny to talk of adjusting lesions on one person for an hour at a\ntime, three times a week?Sandra grabbed the apple there.My picture of incompetency and apparent success of incompetents, is not\noverdrawn.John picked up the milk there.Sandra went to the bathroom.The other day I had a marked copy of a local paper from a town\nin California.Sandra went back to the hallway.It was a flattering write-up of an old classmate.The\ndoctor's automobile was mentioned, and he", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the garden.Mary took the milk there.Sandra went to the bedroom.This fellow had been\nconsidered by all the Simple Simon of the class, inferior in almost every\nattribute of true manliness, yet now he flourishes as one of those of our\nclass to whose success the school can \"point with pride.\"It is interesting to read the long list of \"changes of location\" among\nOsteopaths, yet between the lines there is a sad story that may be read.Sandra went to the kitchen.First, \"Doctor Blank has located\nin Philadelphia, with twenty-five patients for the first month and rapidly\ngrowing practice.\"A year or so after another item tells that \"Doctor\nBlank has located in San Francisco with bright prospects.\"John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Then \"Doctor\nBlank has returned to Missouri on account of his wife's health, and\nlocated in ----, where he has our best wishes for success.\"Sandra took the apple there.Sandra dropped the apple there.Their career\nreminds us of Goldsmith's lines:\n\n  \"As the hare whom horn and hounds pursue\n  Pants to the place from whence at first he flew.\"Sandra took the apple there.There has been many a tragic scene enacted upon the Osteopathic stage, but\nthe curtain has not been raised for the public to behold them.How many\ntimid old maids, after saving a few hundred dollars from wages received\nfor teaching school, have been persuaded that they could learn Osteopathy\nwhile their shattered nerves were repaired and they were made young and\nbeautiful once more by a course of treatment in the clinics of the school.Then they would be ready to go out to occupy a place of dignity and honor,\nand treat ten to thirty patients per month at twenty-five dollars per\npatient.Sandra took the football there.Gentlemen of the medical profession, from what you know of the aggressive\nspirit that it takes to succeed in professional life to-day (to say\nnothing of the physical strength required in the practice of Osteopathy),\nwhat per cent.of these timid old maids do you suppose have \"panted to the\nplace from whence at first they flew,\" after leaving their pitiful little\nsavings with the benefactors of humanity who were devoting their splendid\ntalents to the cause of Osteopathy?Mary went back to the hallway.If any one doubts that some Osteopathic schools are conducted from other\nthan philanthropic motives, let him read what the _Osteopathic Physician_\nsaid of a new school founded in California.Of all the fraud, bare-faced\nshystering, and flagrant rascality ever exposed in any profession, the\ncircumstances of the founding of this school, as depicted by the editor of\nthe _Osteopathic Physician_, furnishes the most disgusting instance.Men\nto whom we had clung when the anchor of our faith in Osteopathy seemed\nabout to drag were held up before us as sneaking, cringing, incompetent\nrascals, whose motives in founding the school were commercial in the worst\nsense.Sandra put down the football.Mary discarded the milk.And how do youMary picked up the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I spoke a moment ago of old maids being induced to believe that they would\nbe made over in the clinics of an Osteopathic college.John travelled to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.An Osteopathic journal before me says: \"If it were generally\nknown that Osteopathy has a wonderfully rejuvenating effect upon fading\nbeauty, Osteopathic physicians would be overworked as beauty doctors.\"Another journal says: \"If the aged could know how many years might be\nadded to their lives by Osteopathy, they would not hesitate to avail\nthemselves of treatment.\"Sandra journeyed to the garden.A leading D. O. discusses consumption as treated Osteopathically, and\ncloses his discussion with the statement in big letters: \"CONSUMPTION CAN\nBE CURED.\"Another Osteopathic doctor says the curse that was placed upon Mother Eve\nin connection with the propagation of the race has been removed by\nOsteopathy, and childbirth \"positively painless\" is a consummated fact.The insane emancipated from\ntheir hell!Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra got the milk there.Asthma\ncured by moving a bone!What more in therapeutics is left to be desired?Daniel dropped the apple there.CHAPTER X.\n\nOSTEOPATHY AS RELATED TO SOME OTHER FAKES.Sure Shot Rheumatism Cure--Regular Practitioner's\n    Discomfiture--Medicines Alone Failed to Cure Rheumatism--Osteopathy\n    Relieves Rheumatic and Neuralgic Pains--\"Move Things\"--\"Pop\" Stray\n    Cervical Vertebrae--Find Something Wrong and Put it Right--Terrible\n    Neck-Wrenching, Bone-Twisting Ordeal.Sandra discarded the milk there.A discussion of graft in connection with doctoring would not be complete\nif nothing were said about the traveling medicine faker.Every summer our\ntowns are visited by smooth-tongued frauds who give free shows on the\nstreets.Your good-will\n     in this line is asked for--any great worthless capacity in this\n     line will do, as they always play the same tune, \"Les Pompiers!\"Sandra went to the hallway.John moved to the kitchen.For days before the \"Quat'z' Arts\" ball, all is excitement among the\nstudents, who do as little work as possible and rest themselves for the\ngreat event.The favorite wit of the different ateliers is given the\ntask of painting the banner of the atelier, which is carried at the head\nof the several corteges.One of these, in Bouguereau's atelier, depicted\ntheir master caricatured as a cupid.The boys once constructed an elephant with oriental trappings--an\nelephant that could wag his ears and lift his trunk and snort--and after\nthe two fellows who formed respectfully the front and hind legs of this\nknowing beast had practised sufficiently to proceed with him safely, at\nthe head of a cortege of slave girls, nautch dancers, and manacled\ncaptivesMary moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen.[Illustration: (portrait of man)]\n\nAfter the ball, in the gray morning light, they marched it back to the\natelier, where it remained for some weeks, finally becoming such a\nnuisance, kicking around the atelier and getting in everybody's way,\nthat the boys agreed to give it to the first junk-man that came around.Daniel went to the kitchen.But as no junk-man came, and as no one could be found to care for its\nnow sadly battered hulk, its good riddance became a problem.At last the two, who had sweltered in its dusty frame that eventful\nnight of the \"Quat'z' Arts,\" hit upon an idea.They marched it one day\nup the Boulevard St.Mary got the milk there.Germain to the Cafe des deux Magots, followed by a\ncrowd of people, who, when it reached the cafe, assembled around it,\nevery one asking what it was for--or rather what it was?--for the beast\nhad by now lost much of the resemblance of its former self.Sandra went back to the bathroom.When half\nthe street became blocked with the crowd, the two wise gentlemen crawled\nout of its fore and aft, and quickly mingled, unnoticed, with the\nbystanders.Mary went to the hallway.Then they disappeared in the crowd, leaving the elephant\nstanding in the middle of the street.Those who had been expecting\nsomething to happen--a circus or the rest of the parade to come\nalong--stood around for a while, and then the police, realizing that\nthey had an elephant on their hands, carted the thing away, swearing\nmeanwhile at the atelier and every one connected with it.The cafes near the Odeon, just before the beginning of the ball, are\nfilled with students in costume; gladiators hobnob at the tables with\nsavages in scanty attire--Roman soldiers and students, in the garb of\nthe ancients, strut about or chat in groups, while the uninvited\ngrisettes and models, who have not received invitations from the\ncommittee, implore them for tickets.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Tickets are not transferable, and should one present himself at the\nentrance of the ball with another fellow's ticket, he would run small\nchance of entering.John journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Mary got the apple there.John went to the bathroom.The student answers, while the jury glance at his makeup.Daniel moved to the hallway.cries the jury, and you pass in to the ball.But if you are unknown they will say simply, \"Connais-pas!Mary discarded the apple.and you pass down a long covered alley--confident, if you are a\n\"nouveau,\" that it leads into the ball-room--until you suddenly find\nyourself in the street, where your ticket is torn up and all hope of\nentering is gone.It is hopeless to attempt to describe the hours until morning of this\nannual artistic orgy.As the morning light comes in through the\nwindows, it is strange to see the effect of diffused daylight,\nelectricity, and", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.John went to the bedroom.Now they form a huge circle, the front row sitting on the floor,\nthe second row squatting, the third seated in chairs, the fourth\nstanding, so that all can see the dancing that begins in the morning\nhours--the wild impromptu dancing of the moment.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.A famous beauty, her\nblack hair bound in a golden fillet with a circle wrought in silver and\nstudded with Oriental turquoises clasping her superb torso, throws her\nsandals to the crowd and begins an Oriental dance--a thing of grace and\nbeauty--fired with the intensity of the innate nature of this\nbeautifully modeled daughter of Bohemia.Sandra went back to the office.As the dance ends, there is a cry of delight from the great circle of\nbarbarians.\"Long live the Quat'z' Arts!\"John took the football there.John journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the garden.they cry, amid cheers for the\ndancer.Mary went to the hallway.The ball closes about seven in the morning, when the long procession\nforms to return to the Latin Quarter, some marching, other students and\ngirls in cabs and on top of them, many of the girls riding the horses.Down they come from the \"Moulin Rouge,\" shouting, singing, and yelling.John left the football.Mary went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Heads are thrust out of windows, and a volley of badinage passes between\nthe fantastic procession and those who have heard them coming.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Finally the great open court of the Louvre is reached--here a halt is\nmade and a general romp occurs.John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the bathroom.A girl and a type climb one of the\ntall lamp-posts and prepare to do a mid-air balancing act, when\nrescued by the others.Daniel went back to the office.At last, at the end of all this horse-play, the\nmarch is resumed over the Pont du Carrousel and so on, cheered now by\nthose going to work, until the Odeon is reached.John went back to the bedroom.Here the odd\nprocession disbands; some go to their favorite cafes where the\nfestivities are continued--some to sleep in their costumes or what\nremains of them, wherever fortune lands them--others to studios, where\nthe gaiety is often kept up for days.John moved to the garden.John got the football there.but life is not all \"couleur de rose\" in this true Bohemia.\"One day,\" says little Marguerite (she who lives in the rue Monge), \"one\neats and the next day one doesn't.It is always like that, is it not,\nmonsieur?--and it costs so much to live, and so you see, monsieur, life\nis always a fight.\"Sandra journeyed to the hallway.And Marguerite's brown eyes swim a littleMary moved to the kitchen.John dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "This is, in fact, no\nmore than the general rule as regards the Social Round Dance, with the\npossible exception that the positions have been sometimes distorted by\nattempts to copy the freer forms of dancing that have been presented\nupon the stage.The Round Dance demands that a certain fixed grouping of the partners be\nmaintained in order that the rotation around a common moving centre may\nbe accomplished, and it is here that the most serious problem is to be\nfound.The dancing profession long ago undertook to settle upon arbitrary\ngroupings satisfactory to the needs of the dancers, and conforming to\nall the requirements of propriety and hygienic exercise.[Illustration]\n\nActing upon this basis, the reputable teachers of dancing throughout the\nworld have adopted and promulgated three fundamental groupings for the\nRound Dance which are so constructed as to provide the greatest ease of\nexecution and freedom of action.They are known as the Waltz Position,\nthe Open Position, and the Side Position of the Waltz.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.All round dances\nare executed in one or another of these groupings, which are not only\naccepted by all good teachers, but, with the exception of certain minor\nand unimportant variations, rigidly adhered to in all their work.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.In the Waltz Position the partners stand facing one another, with\nshoulders parallel, and looking over one another's right shoulder.Special attention must be paid to the parallel position of the\nshoulders, in order to fit the individual movements of the partners\nalong the line of direction.The gentleman places his right hand lightly upon the lady's back, at a\npoint about half-way across, between the waist-line and the\nshoulder-blades.Mary moved to the kitchen.The fingers are so rounded as to permit the free\ncirculation of air between the palm of the hand and the lady's back, and\nshould not be spread.The lady places her left hand lightly upon the gentleman's arm, allowing\nher fore-arm to rest gently upon his arm.The partners stand at an easy\ndistance from one another, inclining toward the common centre very\nslightly.The free hands are lightly joined at the side.Daniel took the apple there.This is merely\nto provide occupation for the disengaged arms, and the gentleman holds\nthe tip of the lady's hand lightly in the bended fingers of his own.Daniel put down the apple there.Guiding is accomplished by the gentleman through a slight lifting of his\nright elbow.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Daniel travelled to the garden.[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE OPEN POSITION\n\nThe Open Position needs no explanation, and can be readily understood\nfrom the illustration facing page 8.THE SIDE POSITION OF THE WALTZ\n\nThe side position of the Waltz differs from the Waltz Position only in\nthe fact that the partners stand side by side and with the engaged arms\nmore widely extended.Mary went back to the garden.The free arms are held as in the frontispiece.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel discarded the apple.In\nthe actual rotation this position naturally resolves itself into the\nregular Waltz Position.THE STEP OF THE BOSTON\n\nThe preparatory step of the Boston differs", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "There is _only one position_ of the feet in the\nBoston--the 4th.That is to say, the feet are separated one from the\nother as in walking.On the first count of the measure the whole leg swings freely, and as a\nunit, from the hip, and the foot is put down practically flat upon the\nfloor, where it immediately receives the entire weight of the body\n_perpendicularly_.Mary went back to the garden.The weight is held entirely upon this foot during the\nremainder of the measure, whether it be in 3/4 or 2/4 time.The following preparatory exercises must be practiced forward and\nbackward until the movements become natural, before proceeding.In going backward, the foot must be carried to the rear as far as\npossible, and the weight must always be perpendicular to the supporting\nfoot.These movements are identical with walking, and except the particular\ncare which must be bestowed upon the placing of the foot on the first\ncount of the measure, they require no special degree of attention.On the second count the free leg swings forward until the knee has\nbecome entirely straightened, and is held, suspended, during the third\ncount of the measure.This should be practiced, first with the weight\nresting upon the entire sole of the supporting foot, and then, when this\nhas been perfectly accomplished, the same exercise may be supplemented\nby raising the heel (of the supporting foot) on the second count and\nlowering it on the third count._Great care must be taken not to divide\nthe weight._\n\nFor the purpose of instruction, it is well to practice these steps to\nMazurka music, because of the clearness of the count.[Illustration]\n\nWhen the foregoing exercises have been so fully mastered as to become,\nin a sense, muscular habits, we may, with safety, add the next feature.Mary grabbed the milk there.This consists in touching the floor with the point of the free foot, at\na point as far forward or backward as can be done without dividing the\nweight, on the second count of the measure.Thus, we have accomplished,\nas it were, an interrupted, or, at least, an arrested step, and this is\nthe true essence of the Boston.Too great care cannot be expended upon this phase of the step, and it\nmust be practiced over and over again, both forward and backward, until\nthe movement has become second nature.All this must precede any attempt\nto turn.Sandra went to the hallway.Mary got the football there.The turning of the Boston is simplicity itself, but it is, nevertheless,\nthe one point in the instruction which is most bothersome to\nlearners.John picked up the apple there.The turn is executed upon the ball of _the supporting foot_,\nand consists in twisting half round without lifting either foot from the\nground.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John moved to the kitchen.Mary left the milk.In this, the weight is held altogether upon the supporting foot,\nand there is no crossing.In carrying the foot forward for the second movement, the knees must\npass close to one another, and care must be taken that _the entire half\nturn comes upon theMary put down the football.Mary journeyed to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "This should be practiced, first with the weight\nresting upon the entire sole of the supporting foot, and then, when this\nhas been perfectly accomplished, the same exercise may be supplemented\nby raising the heel (of the supporting foot) on the second count and\nlowering it on the third count.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the hallway._Great care must be taken not to divide\nthe weight._\n\nFor the purpose of instruction, it is well to practice these steps to\nMazurka music, because of the clearness of the count.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.[Illustration]\n\nWhen the foregoing exercises have been so fully mastered as to become,\nin a sense, muscular habits, we may, with safety, add the next feature.John picked up the football there.This consists in touching the floor with the point of the free foot, at\na point as far forward or backward as can be done without dividing the\nweight, on the second count of the measure.John discarded the football.Thus, we have accomplished,\nas it were, an interrupted, or, at least, an arrested step, and this is\nthe true essence of the Boston.Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Too great care cannot be expended upon this phase of the step, and it\nmust be practiced over and over again, both forward and backward, until\nthe movement has become second nature.John picked up the football there.John journeyed to the garden.All this must precede any attempt\nto turn.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel moved to the garden.The turning of the Boston is simplicity itself, but it is, nevertheless,\nthe one point in the instruction which is most bothersome to\nlearners.John journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.The turn is executed upon the ball of _the supporting foot_,\nand consists in twisting half round without lifting either foot from the\nground.Mary travelled to the kitchen.John travelled to the bathroom.Mary went to the bedroom.John picked up the apple there.In this, the weight is held altogether upon the supporting foot,\nand there is no crossing.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bathroom.In carrying the foot forward for the second movement, the knees must\npass close to one another, and care must be taken that _the entire half\nturn comes upon the last count of the measure_.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the milk there.To sum up:--\n\nStarting with the weight upon the left foot, step forward, placing the\nentire weight upon the right foot, as in the illustration facing page 14\n(count 1); swing left leg quickly forward, straightening the left knee\nand raising the right heel, and touch the floor with the extended left\nfoot as in the illustration facing page 16, but without placing any\nweight upon that foot (count 2); execute a half-turn to the left,\nbackward, upon the ball of theDaniel moved to the office.Daniel dropped the milk.John dropped the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "[Illustration]\n\nStarting again, this time with the weight wholly upon the right foot,\nand with the left leg extended backward, and the point of the left foot\nlightly touching the floor, step backward, throwing the weight entirely\nupon the left foot which sinks to a position flat upon the floor, as\nshown in the illustration facing page 21, (count 4); carry the right\nfoot quickly backward, and touch with the point as far back as possible\nupon the line of direction without dividing the weight, at the same time\nraising the left heel as in the illustration facing page 22, (count 5);\nand complete the rotation by executing a half-turn to the right,\nforward, upon the ball of the left foot, simultaneously lowering the\nleft heel, and finishing as in the illustration facing page 24, (count\n6).THE REVERSE\n\nThe reverse of the step should be acquired at the same time as the\nrotation to the right, and it is, therefore, of great importance to\nalternate from the right to the left rotation from the beginning of the\nturning exercise.Daniel grabbed the football there.The reverse itself, that is to say, the act of\nalternating is effected in a single measure without turning (see\npreparatory exercise, page 13) which may be taken backward by the\ngentleman and forward by the lady, whenever they have completed a whole\nturn.The mechanism of the reverse turn is exactly the same as that of the\nturn to the right, except that it is accomplished with the other foot,\nand in the opposite direction.There is no better or more efficacious exercise to perfect the Boston,\nthan that which is made up of one complete turn to the right, a measure\nto reverse, and a complete turn to the left.Mary picked up the milk there.This should be practised\nuntil one has entirely mastered the motion and rhythm of the dance.The\nwriter has used this exercise in all his work, and finds it not only\nhelpful and interesting to the pupil, but of special advantage in\nobviating the possibility of dizziness, and the consequent\nunpleasantness and loss of time.Mary left the milk.Mary got the milk there.[Illustration]\n\nAfter acquiring a degree of ease in the execution of these movements to\nMazurka music, it is advisable to vary the rhythm by the introduction of\nSpanish or other clearly accented Waltz music, before using the more\nliquid compositions of Strauss or such modern song waltzes as those of\nDanglas, Sinibaldi, etc.Mary journeyed to the hallway.So home Sir William\nand I, and it being very hot weather I took my flageolette and played upon\nthe leads in the garden, where Sir W. Pen came out in his shirt into his\nleads, and there we staid talking and singing, and drinking great drafts\nof claret, and eating botargo\n\n     [\"Botarga.The roe of the mullet pressed flat and dried; that of\n     commerce, however, is from the tunny, a large fish of passage which\n     is common in the Mediterranean.--Smyth's Sailor's Word-Book.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Bot", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "and bread and butter till 12 at night, it being moonshine; and so to bed,\nvery near fuddled.My head hath aked all night, and all this morning, with my last\nnight's debauch.Called up this morning by Lieutenant Lambert, who is now\nmade Captain of the Norwich, and he and I went down by water to Greenwich,\nin our way observing and discoursing upon the things of a ship, he telling\nme all I asked him, which was of good use to me.There we went and eat\nand drank and heard musique at the Globe, and saw the simple motion that\nis there of a woman with a rod in her hand keeping time to the musique\nwhile it plays, which is simple, methinks.Sandra picked up the milk there.Back again by water, calling\nat Captain Lambert's house, which is very handsome and neat, and a fine\nprospect at top.So to the office, where we sat a little, and then the\nCaptain and I again to Bridewell to Mr.Holland's, where his wife also, a\nplain dowdy, and his mother was.Holland the money due\nfrom me to her husband.Here came two young gentlewomen to see Mr.Holland, and one of them could play pretty well upon the viallin, but,\ngood God!how these ignorant people did cry her up for it!I staid and supped there, and so home and to bed.The weather\nvery hot, this night I left off my wastecoat.To my Lord's at Whitehall, but not finding him I went to the\nWardrobe and there dined with my Lady, and was very kindly treated by her.After dinner to the office, and there till late at night.So home, and to\nSir William Batten's, who is come this day from Chatham with my Lady, who\nis and has been much troubled with the toothache.Here I staid till late,\nand so home and to bed.To Whitehall to my Lord, who did tell me that he would have me go to\nMr.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Townsend, whom he had ordered to discover to me the whole mystery of\nthe Wardrobe, and none else but me, and that he will make me deputy with\nhim for fear that he should die in my Lord's absence, of which I was glad.Creed, and dined together, and\nthen I went to the Theatre and there saw Bartholomew Faire, the first time\nit was acted now a-days.It is a most admirable play and well acted, but\ntoo much prophane and abusive.Creed at the\ndoor, he and I went to the tobacco shop under Temple Bar gate, and there\nwent up to the top of the house and there sat drinking Lambeth ale a good\nwhile.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Then away home, and in my way called upon Mr.Rawlinson (my uncle\nWight being out of town), for his advice to answer a letter of my uncle\nRobert, wherein he do offer me a purchase to lay some money upon, that\njoynes upon some of his own lands, and plainly telling me that theDaniel got the apple there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the office.This day my wife put on her black silk gown, which is\nnow laced all over with black gimp lace, as the fashion is, in which she\nis very pretty.She and I walked to my Lady's at the Wardrobe, and there\ndined and was exceeding much made of.After dinner I left my wife there,\nand I walked to Whitehall, and then went to Mr.John travelled to the kitchen.Pierce's and sat with his\nwife a good while (who continues very pretty) till he came, and then he\nand I, and Mr.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John picked up the apple there.John put down the apple.Symons (dancing master), that goes to sea with my Lord, to\nthe Swan tavern, and there drank, and so again to White Hall, and there\nmet with Dean Fuller, and walked a great while with him; among other\nthings discoursed of the liberty the Bishop (by name the of Galloway)\ntakes to admit into orders any body that will; among others, Roundtree, a\nsimple mechanique that was a person [parson?]He\ntold me he would complain of it.By and by we went and got a sculler, and\nlanding him at Worcester House, I and W. Howe, who came to us at\nWhitehall, went to the Wardrobe, where I met with Mr.Townsend, who is\nvery willing he says to communicate anything for my Lord's advantage to me\nas to his business.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra went to the bathroom.I went up to Jane Shore's towre, and there W. Howe\nand I sang, and so took my wife and walked home, and so to bed.Daniel grabbed the milk there.After I\ncame home a messenger came from my Lord to bid me come to him tomorrow\nmorning.Early to my Lord's, who privately told me how the King had made him\nEmbassador in the bringing over the Queen.[Katherine of Braganza, daughter of John IV.John journeyed to the office.of Portugal, born 1638,\n     married to Charles II., May 21st, 1662.John travelled to the bedroom.After the death of the king\n     she lived for some time at Somerset House, and then returned to\n     Portugal, of which country she became Regent in 1704 on the\n     retirement of her brother Don Pedro.That he is to go to Algier, &c., to settle the business, and to put the\nfleet in order there; and so to come back to Lisbone with three ships, and\nthere to meet the fleet that is to follow him.Daniel left the milk.Daniel grabbed the milk there.He sent for me, to tell me\nthat he do intrust me with the seeing of all things done in his absence as\nto this great preparation, as I shall receive orders from my Lord\nChancellor and Mr.John moved to the garden.At all which my heart is above measure\nglad; for my Lord's honour, and some profit to myself, I hope.Shepley Walden, Parliament-man for HuntingdonDaniel moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John moved to the bathroom.So I back to the Wardrobe, and there found my Lord going to Trinity\nHouse, this being the solemn day of choosing Master, and my Lord is\nchosen, so he dines there to-day.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.I staid and dined with my Lady; but\nafter we were set, comes in some persons of condition, and so the children\nand I rose and dined by ourselves, all the children and I, and were very\nmerry and they mighty fond of me.Mary moved to the office.Sandra moved to the garden.Then to the office, and there sat\nawhile.John travelled to the garden.Sandra went back to the hallway.They will often snore quite loudly, so that a novice may\nconsider that they are ill.Mary took the football there.Rock salt should be within reach for them to lick, together with good\nclean water.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.If a trough is used for the latter it should be cleaned\nout at intervals, and if a pond or ditch is the drinking place, there\nshould be a stone mouth so as to avoid stalking in the mud.A healthy\nhorse is a hungry horse, therefore the feed should be cleaned up before\nthe next is put in.This must be noted in the case of foals just\nweaned.Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel went to the garden.Any left over should be taken away and given to older horses,\nso that the little ones receive a sweet and palatable meal.John travelled to the office.Mary moved to the office.Condition and bloom may be obtained by adding a small quantity of\nboiled barley or a handful of linseed meal to the food above mentioned,\nwhile horses lying in should have a boiled linseed and bran mash about\nonce a week.Mary discarded the football there.It should be remembered, as before stated, that horses are not like\ncattle, sheep, or pigs, being fattened to be killed.Sandra moved to the garden.They have a\ncomparatively long life in front of them, so that it is necessary to\nbuild up a good constitution.John took the football there.Then they may change hands many times,\nand if they pass from where cooked foods and condiments are largely\nused to where plain food is given they are apt to refuse it and lose\nflesh in consequence, thus leading the new owner to suppose that he\nhas got a bad bargain.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the office.Reference has already been made to the pernicious system of stuffing\nshow-animals, and it is not often that farmers err in this direction.Sandra moved to the office.They are usually satisfied with feeding their horses on sound and\nwholesome home-grown food without purchasing costly extras to make\ntheir horses into choice feeders.John went back to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the garden.John dropped the football.It is always better for the breeder of any class of stock if the\nanimals he sells give satisfaction to the purchasers, and this is\nparticularly true of Shire horses.A doubtful breeder or one which is\nnot all that", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen.It might be here mentioned that it is not at all satisfactory to rear\na Shire foal by itself, even if it will stay in its paddock.Daniel went to the kitchen.It never\nthrives as well as when with company, and often stands with its head\ndown looking very mopish and dull, therefore the rearing of Shires is\nnot a suitable undertaking for a small holder, although he may keep\na good brood-mare to do most of his work and sell her foal at weaning\ntime.Mary got the milk there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.In the absence of a second foal a donkey is sometimes used as a\ncompanion to a single one, but he is a somewhat unsatisfactory\nplayfellow, therefore the farmer with only one had far better sell it\nstraight from the teat, or if he has suitable accommodation he should\nbuy another to lie with it and rear the two together.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Of course, two\nwill need more food than one, but no more journeys will be required to\ncarry it to the manger.John journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Mary got the apple there.Care should be taken, however, to buy one quite\nas good, and if possible better, than the home-bred one.John went to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the hallway.Mary discarded the apple.Mary put down the milk.If they are to make geldings the colour should match, but if for\nbreeding purposes the colour need not necessarily be the same.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Except\nfor making a working gelding, however, chestnuts should be avoided.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra moved to the office.It\nis not a desirable colour to propagate, so one can breed enough of that\nshade without buying one.A remark which may be also made with regard\nto unsound ones, viz.that most horse-breeders get enough of them\nwithout buying.During their second summer--that is as yearlings--Shires not wanted for\nshow purposes should be able to do themselves well at grass, supposing\nthe land is of average quality and not overstocked, but if the soil\nis very poor it may be necessary to give a small feed once a day, of\nwhich pulped mangolds may form a part if they are plentiful.This extra\nfeeding is better than stunting the growth, and the aim is to get a big\nromping two-year-old colt, filly, or gelding as the case may be.Colts not up to the desired standard should be operated on during their\nyearling days, preferably in May or June, and, as before indicated,\nmerit should be conspicuous in those left for stud purposes, while the\nback breeding on both sides counts for much in a stallion.That is why\nLockinge Forest King, Childwick Champion, and a few others which could\nbe named, proved to be such prepotent stock-getters.Daniel dropped the apple.After June or July colts should be separated from fillies unless the\ncolts have been castrated, and they must be put insideMary moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Consequently, a second or third-rate young stallion often\ncauses a good deal of trouble, in fact, more than he leaves a return\nfor.Sandra took the football there.For the second winter the young Shires still need a bit of help.If\nthey are to make, or are likely to make, anything out of the common\nthey should be fed liberally, otherwise a feed of chaff and corn once a\nday will do, with a bit of hay to munch at night, but it must be good\nwholesome forage.W. E. Parks, of Chicago, represents Frazer & Chalmers, whose\nmachinery is in scores of the mines.Sandra left the football.Sandra went to the bathroom.His assistant is W. H. Haig, of\nNew York city.Daniel went back to the kitchen.The American Trading and Importing Company, with its headquarters in\nJohannesburg, and branches in every city and town in the country, deals\nexclusively in American manufactured products, and annually sells\nimmense quantities of bicycles, stoves, beer, carriages, and other\ngoods, ranging from pins to pianos.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Americans do not confine their endeavours to commercial enterprises, and\nthey may be found conducting missionary work among the Matabeles and\nMashonas, as well as building dams in Rhodesia.American missionaries\nare very active in all parts of South Africa, and because of the\npractical methods by which they endeavour to civilize and Christianize\nthe natives they have the reputation throughout the country of being\nmore successful than those who go there from any other country.John went to the hallway.Rhodes has given many contributions of land and\nmoney to the American missionaries, and has on several occasions\ncomplimented them by pronouncing their achievements unparalleled.John journeyed to the bedroom.A practical illustration will demonstrate the causes of the success of\nthe American missionary.An English missionary spent the first two\nyears after his arrival in the country in studying the natives' language\nand in building a house for himself.John picked up the milk there.In that time he had made no\nconverts.Daniel took the apple there.An American missionary arrived at almost the same time,\nrented a hut, and hired interpreters.At the end of two years he had\none hundred and fifty converts, many more natives who were learning\nuseful occupations and trades, and had sent home a request for more\nmissionaries with which to extend his field.It is rather remarkable that the scouts who assisted in subduing the\nAmerican Indians should later be found on the African continent to\nassist in the extermination of the blacks.Mary went back to the office.Daniel moved to the office.Sandra went back to the hallway.In the Matabele and Mashona\ncampaigns of three years ago, Americans who scouted for Custer and Miles\non the Western plains were invaluable adjuncts to the British forces,\nand in many instances did heroic work in finding the location of the\nenemy and in making way for the American Maxim guns that were used in\nthe campaigns.The Americans in South Africa, although only about ten thousand in\nnumber, have been of invaluable service to the land.They have taught\nthe", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Their work has been a credit to the country which they continue\nto revere, and whose flag they raise upon every proper occasion.They\nhave taken little part in the political disturbances of the Transvaal,\nbecause they believe that the citizens of a republic should be allowed\nto conduct its government according to their own idea of right and\njustice, independently of the demands of those who are not citizens.CHAPTER XII\n\n                         JOHANNESBURG OF TO-DAY\n\n\nThe palms and bamboos of Durban, the Zulu policemen and 'ricksha boys,\nand the hospitable citizens have been left behind, and the little train\nof English compartment cars, each with its destination \"Johannesburg\"\nlabelled conspicuously on its sides, is winding away through cane fields\nand banana groves, past groups of open-eyed natives and solemn,\nthin-faced Indian coolies.Pretty little farmers' cottages in settings of palms, mimosas, and\ntropical plants are dotted in the green valleys winding around the\ninnumerable small hills that look for all the world like so many\ninverted moss-covered china cups.Daniel moved to the office.Sandra went back to the office.Lumbering transport wagons behind a\nscore of sleek oxen, wincing under the fire of the far-reaching rawhide\nin the hands of a sparsely clad Zulu driver, are met and passed in a\ntwinkling.Sandra travelled to the garden.Neatly thatched huts with natives lazily lolling in the sun\nbecome more frequent as the train rolls on toward the interior, and the\ngreenness of the landscape is changing into the brown of dead verdure,\nfor it is the dry season--the South African winter.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John journeyed to the office.The hills become\nmore frequent, and the little locomotive goes more slowly, while the\ntrain twists and writhes along its path like a huge python.Now it is on the hilltop from which the distant sea and its coast fringe\nof green are visible on the one side, and nothing but treeless brown\nmountain tops on the other.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.A minute later it plunges down the\nhillside, along rocky precipices, over deep chasms, and then wearily\nplods up the zigzag course of another hillside.For five hours or more\nthe monotony of miniature mountains continues, relieved by nothing more\ninteresting than the noise of the train and the hilarious laughter and\nweird songs of a car load of Zulus bound for the gold fields.Daniel picked up the football there.Daniel left the football.After\nthis comes an undulating plain and towns with far less interest in their\nappearance than in their names.The traveller surfeited with Natal\nscenery finds amusement and diversion in the conductor's call of Umbilo,\nUmkomaas, Umgeni, Amanzimtoti, Isipingo, Mooi River, Zwartkop,Daniel moved to the bathroom.Sandra took the apple there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel took the apple there.[Illustration: Zulu maidens shaking hands.]John moved to the office.John moved to the bedroom.Farther on in the journey an ostrich, escaped from a farm, stalks over\nthe plain, and, approaching to within several yards of the train, jogs\nalong for many miles, and perchance wheedles the engineer into impromptu\nraces.Hardly has the bird disappeared when on the wide veldt a herd of\nbuck galloping with their long heads down, or a large number of\nwildebeest, plunging and jumping like animated hobby-horses, raise\nclouds of dust as they dash away from the monster of iron and steam.Shortly afterward the train passes a waterfall almost thrice as lofty as\nNiagara, but located in the middle of the plain, into whose surface the\nwater has riven a deep and narrow chasm.Since the balmy Indian Ocean has been left behind, the train has been\nrising steadily, sometimes an inch in a mile but oftener a hundred feet,\nand the air has grown cooler.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the garden.69); the curve\nof the salvia leaf is applied to it in each case, first with its\nroundest curvature up, then with its roundest curvature down; and we\nhave thus the two varieties, _a_ and _b_, of the concave family, and _c_\nand _d_, of the convex family.These four profiles will represent all the simple cornices in\nthe world; represent them, I mean, as central types: for in any of the\nprofiles an infinite number of <DW72>s may be given to the dotted line of\nthe root (which in these four figures is always at the same angle); and\non each of these innumerable <DW72>s an innumerable variety of curves may\nbe fitted, from every leaf in the forest, and every shell on the shore,\nand every movement of the human fingers and fancy; therefore, if the\nreader wishes to obtain something like a numerical representation of the\nnumber of possible and beautiful cornices which may be based upon these\nfour types or roots, and among which the architect has leave to\nchoose according to the circumstances of his building and the method of\nits composition, let him set down a figure 1 to begin with, and write\nciphers after it as fast as he can, without stopping, for an hour.Mary took the milk there.Mary put down the milk.V. None of the types are, however, found in perfection of curvature,\nexcept in the best work.Mary went to the garden.Very often cornices are worked with circular\nsegments (with a noble, massive effect, for instance, in St.Sandra grabbed the football there.John journeyed to the garden.Michele of\nLucca), or with rude approximation to finer curvature, especially _a_,\nPlate XV., which occurs often so small as to render it useless to take\nmuch pains upon its curve.Sandra went to the hallway.It occurs perfectly pure in the condition\nrepresented by 1 of the series 1-6, in Plate XV., on many ofSandra went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It also represents the\nCorinthian capital, in which the curvature is taken from the bell to be\nadded in some excess to the nodding leaves.It is the most graceful of\nall simple profiles of cornice and capital.Daniel picked up the apple there._b_ is a much rarer and less manageable type: for this evident\nreason, that while _a_ is the natural condition of a line rooted and\nstrong beneath, but bent out by superincumbent weight, or nodding over\nin freedom, _b_ is yielding at the base and rigid at the summit.Sandra travelled to the hallway.It has,\nhowever, some exquisite uses, especially in combination, as the reader\nmay see by glancing in advance at the inner line of the profile 14 in\nPlate XV.Mary picked up the football there._c_ is the leading convex or Doric type, as _a_ is the leading\nconcave or Corinthian.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Its relation to the best Greek Doric is exactly\nwhat the relation of _a_ is to the Corinthian; that is to say, the\ncurvature must be taken from the straighter limb of the curve and added\nto the bolder bend, giving it a sudden turn inwards (as in the\nCorinthian a nod outwards), as the reader may see in the capital of the\nParthenon in the British Museum, where the lower limb of the curve is\n_all but_ a right line.Mary journeyed to the office.[84] But these Doric and Corinthian lines are\nmere varieties of the great families which are represented by the\ncentral lines _a_ and _c_, including not only the Doric capital, but all\nthe small cornices formed by a slight increase of the curve of _c_,\nwhich are of so frequent occurrence in Greek ornaments._d_ is the Christian Doric, which I said (Chap.was invented to replace the antique: it is the representative of the great\nByzantine and Norman families of convex cornice and capital, and, next\nto the profile _a_, the most important of the four, being the best\nprofile for the convex capital, as _a_ is for the concave; _a_ being the\nbest expression of an elastic line inserted vertically in the shaft, and\n_d_ of an elastic line inserted horizontally and rising to meet vertical\npressure.If the reader will glance at the arrangements of boughs of trees, he\nwill find them commonly dividing into these two families, _a_ and _d_:\nthey rise out of the trunk and nod from it as _a_, or they spring with\nsudden curvature out from it, and rise into sympathy with it, as at _d_;\nbut they only accidentally display tendencies to the lines _b_ or _c_.Boughs which fall as they spring from the tree also describe the curve\n_d_ in the plurality of instances, but reversed in arrangement; their\njunction with the stem being at the top of it, their sprays bending out\ninto rounder curvature.These then being the two primal groups, we have next to note the\ncombinedSandra went back to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John grabbed the football there.I would rather have taken this line than any\nother to have formed my third group of cornices by, but as it is too\nlarge, and almost too delicate, we will take instead that of the\nMatterhorn side, _e f_, Plate VII.John journeyed to the office.For uniformity's sake I keep the\n<DW72> of the dotted line the same as in the primal forms; and applying\nthis Matterhorn curve in its four relative positions to that line, I\nhave the types of the four cornices or capitals of the third family,\n_e_, _f_, _g_, _h_, on Plate XV.John went back to the garden.John went to the hallway.These are, however, general types only thus far, that their line is\ncomposed of one short and one long curve, and that they represent the\nfour conditions of treatment of every such line; namely, the longest\ncurve concave in _e_ and _f_, and convex in _g_ and _h_; and the point\nof contrary flexure set high in _e_ and _g_, and low in _f_ and _h_.John dropped the football.John grabbed the football there.The\nrelative depth of the arcs, or nature of their curvature, cannot be\ntaken into consideration without a complexity of system which my space\ndoes not admit.[Illustration: \"THE GUDEWIFE IS KEEPIN' UP A DING-DONG\"]\n\n\"A'm watchin', an' peety ye if ye pit aff time.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Keep yir bed the\nmornin', and dinna show yir face in the fields till a' see ye.Sandra picked up the milk there.A'll gie\nye a cry on Monday--sic an auld fule--but there's no are o' them tae\nmind anither in the hale pairish.\"Sandra went to the office.John moved to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.Hillocks' wife informed the kirkyaird that the doctor \"gied the gudeman\nan awfu' clear-in',\" and that Hillocks \"wes keepin' the hoose,\" which\nmeant that the patient had tea breakfast, and at that time was wandering\nabout the farm buildings in an easy undress with his head in a plaid.It was impossible for a doctor to earn even the most modest competence\nfrom a people of such scandalous health, and so MacLure had annexed\nneighbouring parishes.His house--little more than a cottage--stood on\nthe roadside among the pines towards the head of our Glen, and from this\nbase of operations he dominated the wild glen that broke the wall of the\nGrampians above Drumtochty--where the snow drifts were twelve feet deep\nin winter, and the only way of passage at times was the channel of the\nriver--and the moorland district westwards till he came to the Dunleith\nsphere of influence, where there were four doctors and a hydropathic.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.John discarded the apple.Mary went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went to the office.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John went back to the kitchen.Drumtochty in its length, which was eight miles, and its breadth, which\nwas four, lay in his hand; besides a glen behind, unknown to the world,\nwhich in the night time he visited at the risk of life, for the way\nthereto was across the big moor with its peat holes and treacherous\nbogs.Daniel went back to the office.John went to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.Sandra went back to the office.And he held the land eastwards towards Muirtown so far as Geordie,\nthe Drumtochty post, travelled every day, and could carry word that the\ndoctor was wanted.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel picked up the football there.He did his best for the need of every man, woman and\nchild in this wild, straggling district, year in, year out, in the snow\nand in the heat, in the dark and in the light, without rest, and without\nholiday for forty years.Mary went back to the garden.Mary got the apple there.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel left the football.One horse could not do the work of this man, but we liked best to see\nhim on his old white mare, who died the week after her master, and the\npassing of the two did our hearts good.Mary journeyed to the office.It was not that he rode\nbeautifully, for he broke every canon of art, flying with his arms,\nstooping till he seemed to be speaking into Jess's ears, and rising in\nthe saddle beyond all necessity.Mary went back to the garden.But he could rise faster, stay longer\nin the saddle, and had a firmer grip with his knees than any one I ever\nmet, and it was all for mercy's sake.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bedroom.Sandra left the milk.When the reapers in harvest time\nsaw a figure whirling past in a cloud of dust, or the family at the foot\nof Glen Urtach, gathered round the fire on a winter's night, heard the\nrattle of a horse's hoofs on the road, or the shepherds, out after the\nsheep, traced a black speck moving across the snow to the upper glen,\nthey knew it was the doctor, and, without being conscious of it, wished\nhim God speed.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra got the milk there.John journeyed to the office.[Illustration]\n\nBefore and behind his saddle were strapped the instruments and medicines\nthe doctor might want, for he never knew what was before him.There were\nno specialists in Drumtochty, so this man had to do everything as best\nhe could, and as quickly.Daniel got the football there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.He was chest doctor and doctor for every other\norgan as well; he was accoucheur and surgeon; he was oculist and aurist;\nhe was dentist and chloroformist, besides being chemist and druggist.It was", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel got the football there.\"You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour,\" said Jamie Soutar,\nwho had been at the threshing, \"an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying\nas white as deith on the floor o' the loft, wi' his head on a sheaf, an'\nBurnbrae haudin' the bandage ticht an' prayin' a' the while, and the\nmither greetin' in the corner.she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's\nfeet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air.Mary travelled to the garden.said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder\nas the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his\nhorse's mooth.wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed\nhim on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark--sic wark, neeburs--but he\ndid it weel.An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent\naff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.\"Noo that's feenished, and his constitution 'ill dae the rest,\" and he\ncarried the lad doon the ladder in his airms like a bairn, and laid him\nin his bed, and waits aside him till he wes sleepin', and then says he:\n'Burnbrae, yir gey lad never tae say 'Collie, will yelick?'Mary moved to the bedroom.for a' hevna\ntasted meat for saxteen hoors.'\"It was michty tae see him come intae the yaird that day, neeburs; the\nverra look o' him wes victory.\"[Illustration: \"THE VERRA LOOK O' HIM WES VICTORY\"]\n\nJamie's cynicism slipped off in the enthusiasm of this reminiscence, and\nhe expressed the feeling of Drumtochty.Daniel moved to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.No one sent for MacLure save in\ngreat straits, and the sight of him put courage in sinking hearts.But\nthis was not by the grace of his appearance, or the advantage of a good\nbedside manner.Daniel left the football.A tall, gaunt, loosely made man, without an ounce of\nsuperfluous flesh on his body, his face burned a dark brick color by\nconstant exposure to the weather, red hair and beard turning grey,\nhonest blue eyes that look you ever in the face, huge hands with wrist\nbones like the shank of a ham, and a voice that hurled his salutations\nacross two fields, he suggested the moor rather  than the drawing-room.But what a clever hand it was in an operation, as delicate as a woman's,\nand what a kindly voice it was in the humble room where the shepherd's\nwife was weeping by her man's bedside.He was \"ill pitten the gither\" to\nbegin with, but", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the garden.Mary went to the office.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the garden._May,_ 1858.--Several of us girls went up into the top of the new Court\nHouse to-day as far as the workmen would allow us.John moved to the office.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John moved to the garden.Mary went to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.We got a splendid\nview of the lake and of all the country round.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the garden.Sandra went back to the office.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.John journeyed to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Abbie Clark climbed up on\na beam and recited part of Alexander Selkirk's soliloquy:\n\n    \"I'm monarch of all I survey,\n    My rights there are none to dispute:\n    From the center, all round to the sea,\n    I'm lord of the fowl and brute.\"Mary moved to the office.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the office.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the hallway.John went back to the office.Mary went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the office.Sandra went back to the office.John travelled to the hallway.I was standing on a block and she said I looked like \"PatDaniel picked up the milk there.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra moved to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the office.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary went to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra discarded the football.Daniel took the football there.Daniel put down the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I am sure she could not be taken for\n\"Grief.\"She always has some quotation on her tongue's end.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.We were down\nat Sucker Brook the other day and she picked her way out to a big stone\nin the middle of the stream and, standing on it, said, in the words of\nRhoderick Dhu,\n\n    \"Come one, come all, this rock shall fly\n    From its firm base, as soon as I.\"Just then the big stone tipped over and she had to wade ashore.She is\nnot at all afraid of climbing and as we left the Court House she said\nshe would like to go outside on the cupola and help Justice balance the\nscales.A funny old man came to our house to-day as he wanted to deposit some\nmoney and reached the bank after it was closed.One day Eli's brother brought Arne a\nmessage that he ought to make his hair a little smoother.\"Eli did; but she told me not to say it was she.\"Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.A few days after, Arne sent word that Eli ought to laugh a little\nless.The boy brought back word that Arne ought by all means to laugh\na little more.Eli's brother once asked Arne to give him something that he had\nwritten.John got the football there.Sandra got the milk there.He complied, without thinking any more about the matter.Sandra left the milk.But\nin a few days after, the boy, thinking to please Arne, told him that\nEli and Mathilde liked his writing very much.\"Where, then, have they seen any of it?\"\"Well, it was for them, I asked for some of it the other day.\"John discarded the football.Sandra went to the garden.Then Arne asked the boys to bring him something their sisters had\nwritten.They did so; and he corrected the errors in the writing with\nhis carpenter's pencil, and asked the boys to lay it in some place\nwhere their sisters might easily find it.Soon after, he found the\npaper in his jacket pocket; and at the foot was written, \"Corrected\nby a conceited fellow.\"The next day, Arne completed his work at the parsonage, and returned\nhome.So gentle as he was that winter, the mother had never seen him,\nsince that sad time just after the father's death.He read the sermon\nto her, accompanied her to church, and was in every way very kind.But she knew only too well that one great reason for his increased\nkindness was, that he meant to go away when spring came.Then one day\na message came from Boeen, asking him to go there to do carpentry.Arne started, and, apparently without thinking of what he said,\nreplied that he would come.But no sooner had the messenger left than\nthe mother said, \"You may well be astonished!John travelled to the garden.\"Well, is there anything strange in that?\"Arne asked, without\nlooking at her.\"And, why not from Boeen, as well as any other place?\"Sandra journeyed to the office.\"From Boeen and Bir", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the hallway.exclaimed Arne; \"was that Baard Boeen?\"Sandra journeyed to the garden.The whole of the father's\nlife seemed unrolled before them, and at that moment they saw the\nblack thread which had always run through it.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Then they began talking\nabout those grand days of his, when old Eli Boeen had himself offered\nhim his daughter Birgit, and he had refused her: they passed on\nthrough his life till the day when his spine had been broken; and\nthey both agreed that Baard's fault was the less.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Still, it was he\nwho had made the father a <DW36>; he, it was.Daniel got the milk there.\"Have I not even yet done with father?\"Arne thought; and determined\nat the same moment that he would go to Boeen.Mary travelled to the bathroom.As he went walking, with his saw on his shoulder, over the ice\ntowards Boeen, it seemed to him a beautiful place.Daniel discarded the milk there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.The dwelling-house\nalways seemed as if it was fresh painted; and--perhaps because he\nfelt a little cold--it just then looked to him very sheltered and\ncomfortable.He did not, however, go straight in, but went round by\nthe cattle-house, where a flock of thick-haired goats stood in the\nsnow, gnawing the bark off some fir twigs.A shepherd's dog ran\nbackwards and forwards on the barn steps, barking as if the devil was\ncoming to the house; but when Arne went to him, he wagged his tail\nand allowed himself to be patted.Mary moved to the office.The kitchen door at the upper end\nof the house was often opened, and Arne looked over there every time;\nbut he saw no one except the milkmaid, carrying some pails, or the\ncook, throwing something to the goats.John moved to the bathroom.In the barn the threshers\nwere hard at work; and to the left, in front of the woodshed, a lad\nstood chopping fagots, with many piles of them behind him.Daniel got the milk there.Arne laid away his saw and went into the kitchen: the floor was\nstrewed with white sand and chopped juniper leaves; copper kettles\nshone on the walls; china and earthenware stood in rows upon the\nshelves; and the servants were preparing the dinner.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"Step into the sitting-room,\" said one of the servants,\npointing to an inner door with a brass knob.He went in: the room was\nbrightly painted--the ceiling, with clusters of roses; the cupboards,\nwith red, and the names of the owners in black letters; the bedstead,\nalso with red, bordered with blue stripes.Beside the stove, a\nbroad-shouldered, mild-looking man, with long light hair, sat hooping\nsome tubs; and at the large table, a slender, tall woman, in a\nclose-fitting dress", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra picked up the apple there.Sandra put down the apple.Sandra moved to the bathroom.\"Good day, and a blessing on the work,\" said Arne, taking off his\ncap.Both looked up; and the man smiled and asked who it was.\"I am\nhe who has come to do carpentry.\"The man smiled still more, and said, while he leaned forward again to\nhis work, \"Oh, all right, Arne Kampen.\"Daniel went to the kitchen.exclaimed the wife, staring down at the floor.Sandra went to the bedroom.The man\nlooked up quickly, and said, smiling once more, \"A son of Nils, the\ntailor;\" and then he began working again.John went to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Soon the wife rose, went to the shelf, turned from it to the\ncupboard, once more turned away, and, while rummaging for something\nin the table drawer, she asked, without looking up, \"Is _he_ going to\nwork _here_?\"\"Yes, that he is,\" the husband answered, also without looking up.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra took the milk there.\"Nobody has asked you to sit down, it seems,\" he added, turning to\nArne, who then took a seat.The wife went out, and the husband\ncontinued working: and so Arne asked whether he, too, might begin.The wife did not return; but next time the door opened, it was Eli\nwho entered.At first, she appeared not to see Arne, but when he\nrose to meet her she turned half round and gave him her hand; yet\nshe did not look at him.They exchanged a few words, while the\nfather worked on.Sandra went to the office.Eli was slender and upright, her hands were small,\nwith round wrists, her hair was braided, and she wore a dress with a\nclose-fitting bodice.Sandra moved to the bathroom.She laid the table for dinner: the laborers\ndined in the next room; but Arne, with the family.Sandra put down the milk.\"No; she's up-stairs, weighing wool.\"John went to the bathroom.\"Yes; but she says she won't have anything.\"She would have\nfound those rides over the rough bush roads very dull work had there\nbeen no Dick to talk to.\u201cHe\u2019s a nice old man!\u201d Ruby exclaims staunchly.\u201cHe\u2019s just tired, or\nhe wouldn\u2019t have said that,\u201d she goes on.John journeyed to the bedroom.She has an idea that Dick is\nrather inclined to laugh at German Hans.They are riding along now by the river\u2019s bank, where the white clouds\nfloating across the azure sky, and the tall grasses by the margin are\nreflected in its cool depths.Mary went to the bathroom.About a mile or so farther on, at the\nturn of the river, a ruined mill stands, while, far as eye can reach on\nevery hand, stretch unending miles of bush.John picked up the apple there.Dick\u2019s eyes have been fixed\non the mill; but", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\u201cWe\u2019d better turn \u2019fore we get there, Miss Ruby,\u201d he recommends,\nindicating the tumbledown building with the willowy switch he has been\nwhittling as they come along.John went back to the bedroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.\u201cThat\u2019s the place your pa don\u2019t like you\nfor to pass--old Davis, you know.John took the milk there.Sandra took the football there.Your pa\u2019s been down on him lately for\nstealing sheep.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m sure dad won\u2019t mind,\u201d cries Ruby, with a little toss of the head.Daniel travelled to the hallway.\u201cAnd I want to go,\u201d she adds, looking round at Dick, her bright face\nflushed with exercise, and her brown hair flying behind her like a\nveritable little Amazon.Dick knows by sore experience that when\nthis little lady wants her own way she usually gets it.Daniel picked up the apple there.\u201cYour pa said,\u201d he mutters; but it is all of no avail, and they\ncontinue their course by the river bank.Mary travelled to the bedroom.The cottage stands with its back to the river, the mill, now idle and\nunused, is built alongside.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Once on a day this same mill was a busy\nenough place, now it is falling to decay for lack of use, and no sign\nor sound either there or at the cottage testify to the whereabouts of\nthe lonely inhabitant.An enormous brindled cat is mewing upon the\ndoorstep, a couple of gaunt hens and a bedraggled cock are pacing the\ndeserted gardens, while from a lean-to outhouse comes the unmistakable\ngrunt of a pig.John went back to the hallway.\u201cHe\u2019s not at home,\u201d he mutters.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John dropped the milk there.\u201cI\u2019m just as glad, for your pa would\nhave been mighty angry with me.Somewhere not far off he\u2019ll be, I\nreckon, and up to no good.Come along, Miss Ruby; we\u2019d better be\ngetting home, or the mistress\u2019ll be wondering what\u2019s come over you.\u201d\n\nThey are riding homewards by the river\u2019s bank, when they come upon a\ncurious figure.Sandra went back to the garden.John went back to the kitchen.An old, old man, bent almost double under his load of\n<DW19>s, his red handkerchief tied three cornered-wise beneath his chin\nto protect his ancient head from the blazing sun.The face which looks\nout at them from beneath this strange head-gear is yellow and wizened,\nand the once keen blue eyes are dim and bleared, yet withal there is a\nsort of low cunning about the whole countenance which sends a sudden\nshiver to Ruby\u2019s heart, and prompts Dick to touch up both ponies with\nthat convenient switch of his so smartly as to cause even lethargic\nSmuttieMary moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the garden.\u201cWho is he?\u201d Ruby asks in a half-frightened whisper as they slacken\npace again.She looks over her shoulder as she asks the question.The old man is standing just as they left him, gazing after them\nthrough a flood of golden light.Daniel dropped the football.Sandra moved to the office.\u201cHe\u2019s an old wicked one!\u201d he mutters.Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel travelled to the office.\u201cThat\u2019s him, Miss Ruby, him as we\nwere speaking about, old Davis, as stole your pa\u2019s sheep.Your pa would\nhave had him put in prison, but that he was such an old one.John went to the garden.He\u2019s a bad\nlot though, so he is.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s got a horrid face.John grabbed the apple there.I don\u2019t like his face one bit,\u201d says Ruby.Her\nown face is very white as she speaks, and her brown eyes ablaze.John discarded the apple.\u201cI\nwish we hadn\u2019t seen him,\u201d shivers the little girl, as they set their\nfaces homewards.Mary took the apple there.Mary went back to the kitchen.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV.Sandra went to the bedroom.\u201cI kissed thee when I went away\n    On thy sweet eyes--thy lips that smiled.I heard thee lisp thy baby lore--\n    Thou wouldst not learn the word farewell.God\u2019s angels guard thee evermore,\n    Till in His heaven we meet and dwell!\u201d\n\n                               HANS ANDERSON.It is stilly night, and she is\nstanding down by the creek, watching the dance and play of the water\nover the stones on its way to the river.Daniel left the football there.Daniel took the football there.All around her the moonlight\nis streaming, kissing the limpid water into silver, and in the deep\nblue of the sky the stars are twinkling like gems on the robe of the\ngreat King.Not a sound can the little girl hear save the gentle murmur of the\nstream over the stones.Sandra grabbed the milk there.All the world--the white, white, moon-radiant\nworld--seems to be sleeping save Ruby; she alone is awake.Stranger than all, though she is all alone, the child feels no sense of\ndread.Mary dropped the apple.She is content to stand there, watching the moon-kissed stream\nrushing by, her only companions those ever-watchful lights of heaven,\nthe stars.Mary got the apple there.Daniel went to the garden.Faint music is sounding in her ears, music so faint and far away that\nit almost seems to come from the streets of the Golden City, where the\nredeemed sing the \u201cnew song\u201d of the LambSandra left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Ruby\nstrains her ears to catch the notes echoing through the still night in\nfaint far-off cadence.Nearer, ever nearer, it comes; clearer, ever clearer, ring those glad\nstrains of joy, till, with a great, glorious rush they seem to flood\nthe whole world:\n\n\u201cGlory to God in the highest, and on earth peace; good will toward men!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s on Jack\u2019s card!\u201d Ruby cannot help exclaiming; but the words die\naway upon her lips.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Gazing upwards, she sees such a blaze of glory as almost seems to blind\nher.Daniel dropped the apple.Strangely enough the thought that this is only a dream, and the\nattendant necessity of pinching, do not occur to Ruby just now.She is gazing upwards in awestruck wonder to the shining sky.What is\nthis vision of fair faces, angel faces, hovering above her, faces\nshining with a light which \u201cnever was on land or sea,\u201d the radiance\nfrom their snowy wings striking athwart the gloom?John moved to the hallway.\"Well, I wish you would, then.Anyway, SOMETHING'S got to be done,\" she\nsighed.And he\nisn't a bit well, either.He ate such a lot of rich food and all sorts\nof stuff on our trip that he got his stomach all out of order; and now\nhe can't eat anything, hardly.\"Daniel took the apple there.Well, if his stomach's knocked out I pity him,\" nodded Mr.Daniel left the apple.You did say so when you first came,\ndidn't you?Daniel went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.Smith PLEASE, if you know any of those health\nfads, don't tell them to my husband.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.He's tried\ndozens of them until I'm nearly wild, and I've lost two hired girls\nalready.One day it'll be no water, and the next it'll be all he can\ndrink; and one week he won't eat anything but vegetables, and the next\nhe won't touch a thing but meat and--is it fruit that goes with meat or\ncereals?Daniel went back to the hallway.And lately\nhe's taken to inspecting every bit of meat and groceries that comes\ninto the house.Why, he spends half his time in the kitchen, nosing\n'round the cupboards and refrigerator; and, of course, NO girl will\nstand that!That's why I'm hoping, oh, I AM hoping that you can do\nSOMETHING with him on that ancestor business.There, here is the\nBensons', where I've got to stop--and thank you ever so much, Mr.John picked up the apple there.\"All right, I'll try,\" promised Mr.John picked up the football there.Mary went to the garden.Smith dubiously, as he lifted his\nhat.But he frowned, and he was still frowning when he met Miss Maggie\nat the Duff supper-table half an hour later.John left the apple.\"Well, I've found another one who wants meMary travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the bedroom.\"Yes.--CAN'T a hundred thousand dollars bring any one satisfaction?\"Miss Maggie laughed, then into her eyes came the mischievous twinkle\nthat Mr.Daniel moved to the hallway.\"Don't blame the poor money,\" she said then demurely.John went to the kitchen.\"Blame--the way\nit is spent!\"John got the milk there.CHAPTER XVIII\n\nJUST A MATTER OF BEGGING\n\n\nTrue to his promise, Mr.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Frank Blaisdell on \"the\nancestor business\" very soon.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Laboriously he got out his tabulated\ndates and names and carefully he traced for him several lines of\ndescent from remote ancestors.Painstakingly he pointed out a \"Submit,\"\nwho had no history but the bare fact of her marriage to one Thomas\nBlaisdell, and a \"Thankful Marsh,\" who had eluded his every attempt to\nsupply her with parents.Mary went to the garden.He let it be understood how important these\nmissing links were, and he tried to inspire his possible pupil with a\nfrenzied desire to go out and dig them up.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.He showed some of the\ninteresting letters he had received from various Blaisdells far and\nnear, and he spread before him the genealogical page of his latest\n\"Transcript,\" and explained how one might there stumble upon the very\nmissing link he was looking for.He said he didn't care how\nmany children his great-grandfather had, nor what they died of; and as\nfor Mrs.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Submit and Miss Thankful, the ladies might bury themselves in\nthe \"Transcript,\" or hide behind that wall of dates and names till\ndoomsday, for all he cared.John dropped the milk.He never did like\nfigures, he said, except figures that represented something worth\nwhile, like a day's sales or a year's profits.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Smith ever seen a store run\ndown as his old one had since he sold out?For that matter, something\nmust have got into all the grocery stores; for a poorer lot of goods\nthan those delivered every day at his home he never saw.John moved to the hallway.John travelled to the office.It was a\ndisgrace to the trade.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the garden.Daniel put down the apple.He said a good deal more about his grocery store--but nothing whatever\nmore about his Blaisdell ancestors; so Mr.Mary went to the bathroom.Smith felt justified in\nconsidering his efforts to interest Mr.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Frank Blaisdell in the ancestor\nbusiness a failure.Daniel got the apple there.It was in February that a certain metropolitan reporter, short for\nfeature articles, ran up to Hillerton and contributed to his paper, the\nfollowing Sunday, a write-up on \"The Blaisdells One Year After,\"\nenlarging on the fine new homes, the motor cars, and the luxurious\nliving of the three families.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel dropped the apple.And", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the bathroom.\"Just see what I've got in the mail this morning!\"she cried to Miss\nMaggie, and to Mr.John went to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.Smith, who had opened the door for her.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.With trembling fingers she took from her bag a letter, and a small\npicture evidently cut from a newspaper.\"There, see,\" she panted, holding them out.\"It's a man in Boston, and\nthese are his children.Daniel left the football.He said he knew I must have a real kind heart, and\nhe's in terrible trouble.He said he saw in the paper about the\nwonderful legacy I'd had, and he told his wife he was going to write to\nme, to see if I wouldn't help them--if only a little, it would aid them\nthat much.\"Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Miss Maggie had taken the letter and the\npicture rather gingerly in her hands.Smith had gone over to the\nstove suddenly--to turn a damper, apparently, though a close observer\nmight have noticed that he turned it back to its former position almost\nat once.Sandra travelled to the garden.Sandra went back to the bathroom.\"He's sick, and he lost his position, and\nhis wife's sick, and two of the children, and one of 'em's lame, and\nanother's blind.John travelled to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the garden.Oh, it was such a pitiful story, Maggie!Mary went to the office.Why, some\ndays they haven't had enough to eat--and just look at me, with all my\nchickens and turkeys and more pudding every day than I can stuff down!\"He didn't ask me to HIRE him for\nanything.\"Daniel went to the kitchen.\"No, no, dear, but I mean--did he give you any references, to show that\nhe was--was worthy and all right,\" explained Miss Maggie patiently.Daniel got the milk there.He told me himself how\nthings were with him,\" rebuked Miss Flora indignantly.\"It's all in the\nletter there.Daniel moved to the garden.John went to the bedroom.There were also plenty of pumpkins and other vegetables in the\nrooms, and piles of _chupatties_ which had been cooked by the sepoys for\ntheir evening meal before they fled.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Everything in fact was there for\nmaking a good breakfast for hungry men except salt, and there was no\nsalt to be found in any of the rooms; but as luck favoured us, I had one\nof the old-fashioned round cylinder-shaped wooden match-boxes full of\nsalt in my haversack, which was more than sufficient to season the stew.John got the apple there.Daniel put down the milk.I had carried this salt from Cawnpore, and I did so by the advice of an\nold veteran who had served in the Ninety-Second Gordon Highlanders all\nthrough the Peninsular war, and finally at Waterloo.When as a boy I had\noften listened to his stories and told him that I", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "It is this: \"Always\ncarry a box of salt in your haversack when on active service; because\nthe commissariat department is usually in the rear, and as a rule when\nan army is pressed for food the men have often the chance of getting\nhold of a bullock or a sheep, or of fowls, etc., but it is more\ndifficult to find salt, and even good food without salt is very\nunpalatable.\"I remembered the advice, and it proved of great service to\nmyself and comrades in many instances during the Mutiny.John journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the office.Mary went back to the bathroom.As it was,\nthanks to my foresight the hungry men in the Shah Nujeef made a good\nbreakfast on the morning of the 17th of November, 1857.Daniel went back to the kitchen.I may here say\nthat my experience is that the soldiers who could best look after their\nstomachs were also those who could make the best use of the bayonet, and\nwho were the least likely to fall behind in a forced march.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bedroom.If I had the\ncommand of an army in the field my rule would be: \"Cut the grog, and\ngive double grub when hard work has to be done!\"John went back to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the garden.After making a good breakfast the men were told off in sections, and we\ndischarged our rifles at the enemy across the Goomtee,[25] and then\nspunged them out, which they sorely needed, because they had not been\ncleaned from the day we advanced from the Alumbagh.Mary grabbed the milk there.Mary got the football there.Mary moved to the office.Our rifles had in\nfact got so foul with four days' heavy work that it was almost\nimpossible to load them, and the recoil had become so great that the\nshoulders of many of the men were perfectly black with bruises.Sandra went back to the hallway.As soon\nas our rifles were cleaned, a number of the best shots in the company\nwere selected to try and silence the fire from the battery in the\nBadshahibagh across the river, which was annoying us by endeavouring to\npitch hot shot and shell into the tomb, and to shorten the distance they\nhad brought their guns outside the gate on to the open ground.They\nevidently as yet did not understand the range of the Enfield rifle, as\nthey now came within about a thousand to twelve hundred yards of the\nwall of the Shah Nujeef next the river.Daniel moved to the hallway.Some twenty of the best shots in\nthe company, with carefully cleaned and loaded rifles, watched till they\nsaw a good number of the enemy near their guns, then, raising sights to\nthe full height and carefully aiming high, they fired a volley by word\nof command slowly given--_one, two, fire!_ and about half a dozen of the\nenemy were knocked over.Daniel went to the office.Mary dropped the football.They at once withdrew their guns inside the\nBadshahibagh andDaniel put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John went back to the kitchen.During the early part of the forenoon we had several men struck by rifle\nbullets fired from one of the minarets in the Motee Mahal, which was\nsaid to be occupied by one of the ex-King of Oude's eunuchs who was a\nfirst-rate marksman, and armed with an excellent rifle; from his\nelevated position in the minaret he could see right into the square of\nthe Shah Nujeef.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel took the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.We soon had several men wounded, and as there was no\nsurgeon with us Captain Dawson sent me back to where the field-hospital\nwas formed near the Secundrabagh, to ask Dr.Daniel dropped the apple there.Munro if an\nassistant-surgeon could be spared for our post.Mary went to the office.Sandra travelled to the garden.Munro told me to\ntell Captain Dawson that it was impossible to spare an assistant-surgeon\nor even an apothecary, because he had just been informed that the\nMess-House and Motee Mahal were to be assaulted at two o'clock, and\nevery medical officer would be required on the spot; but he would try\nand send a hospital-attendant with a supply of lint and bandages.Daniel travelled to the garden.By the\ntime I got back the assault on the Mess-House had begun, and Sergeant\nFindlay, before mentioned, was sent with a _dooly_ and a supply of\nbandages, lint, and dressing, to do the best he could for any of ours\nwho might be wounded.About half an hour after the assault on the Mess-House had commenced a\nlarge body of the enemy, numbering at least six or seven hundred men,\nwhose retreat had evidently been cut off from the city, crossed from the\nMess-House into the Motee Mahal in our front, and forming up under cover\nof some huts between the Shah Munzil and Motee Mahal, they evidently\nmade up their minds to try and retake the Shah Nujeef.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went to the bathroom.They debouched on\nthe plain with a number of men in front carrying scaling-ladders, and\nCaptain Dawson being on the alert ordered all the men to kneel down\nbehind the loopholes with rifles sighted for five hundred yards, and\nwait for the word of command.John picked up the apple there.It was now our turn to know what it felt\nlike to be behind loopholed walls, and we calmly awaited the enemy,\nwatching them forming up for a dash on our position.Sandra went back to the garden.said the Jew harshly,\npushing him away.John discarded the apple.\"Thou shalt go on till the end of time,\" answered the\nSaviour, in a stern though sorrowful tone.Mary moved to the garden.For further details, see the\neloquent and learned notice by Charles Magnin, appended to the\nmagnificent poem \"Ahasuerus,\" by Ed.John journeyed to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.[3] According to a legend very little known,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel took the apple there.While Rodin despatched his cosmopolite correspondence, from his retreat\nin the Rue du Milieu des Ursins, in Paris--while the daughters of General\nSimon, after quitting as fugitives the White Falcon, were detained\nprisoners at Leipsic along with Dagobert--other scenes, deeply\ninteresting to these different personages, were passing, almost as it\nwere at the same moment, at the other extremity of the world, in the\nfurthermost parts of Asia--that is to say, in the island of Java, not far\nfrom the city of Batavia, the residence of M. Joshua Van Dael, one of the\ncorrespondents of Rodin.magnificent and fatal country, where the most admirable flowers\nconceal hideous reptiles, where the brightest fruits contain subtle\npoisons, where grow splendid trees, whose very shadow is death--where the\ngigantic vampire bat sucks the blood of its victims whilst it prolongs\ntheir sleep, by surrounding them with a fresh and balmy air, no fan\nmoving so rapidly as the great perfumed wings of this monster!Mary journeyed to the garden.Mary got the football there.John went to the bathroom.The month of October, 1831, draws near its close.Sandra journeyed to the office.It is noon--an hour\nwell nigh mortal to him who encounters the fiery heat of the sun, which\nspreads a sheet of dazzling light over the deep blue enamel of the sky.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Daniel discarded the apple.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.An ajoupa, or hut, made of cane mats, suspended from long bamboos, which\nare driven far into the ground, rises in the midst of the bluish shadows\ncast by a tuft of trees, whose glittering verdure resembles green\nporcelain.Sandra picked up the milk there.John went back to the bedroom.These quaintly formed trees, rounded into arches, pointing\nlike spires, overspreading like parasols, are so thick in foliage, so\nentangled one with the other, that their dome is impenetrable to the\nrain.John got the apple there.Sandra left the milk there.The soil, ever marshy, notwithstanding the insupportable heat, disappears\nbeneath an inextricable mass of creepers, ferns, and tufted reeds, of a\nfreshness and vigor of vegetation almost incredible, reaching nearly to\nthe top of the ajoupa, which lies hid like a nest among the grass.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Mary discarded the football.Sandra travelled to the garden.Nothing can be more suffocating than the atmosphere, heavily laden with\nmoist exhalations like the steam of hot water, and impregnated with the\nstrongest and sharpest scents; for the cinnamon-tree, ginger-plant,\nstephanotis and Cape jasmine, mixed with these trees and creepers, spread\naround in puffs their penetrating odors.A roof, formed of large Indian\nfig-leaves, covers the cabin; at", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The huge trunk of a dead tree, still standing, but much\nbent, and with its summit reaching to the roof of the ajoupa, rises from\nthe midst of the brushwood.Mary grabbed the apple there.John took the milk there.Mary travelled to the office.From every crevice in its black, rugged,\nmossy bark, springs a strange, almost fantastic flower; the wing of a\nbutterfly is not of a finer tissue, of a more brilliant purple, of a more\nglossy black: those unknown birds we see in our dreams, have no more\ngrotesque forms than these specimens of the orchis--winged flowers, that\nseem always ready to fly from their frail and leafless stalks.Mary discarded the apple.Sandra grabbed the apple there.John dropped the milk.The long,\nflexible stems of the cactus, which might be taken for reptiles, encircle\nalso this trunk, and clothe it with their bunches of silvery white,\nshaded inside with bright orange.Daniel travelled to the office.John picked up the milk there.These flowers emit a strong scent of\nvanilla.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra grabbed the football there.John left the milk.A serpent, of a brick-red, about the thickness of a large quill, and five\nor six inches long, half protrudes its flat head from one of those\nenormous, perfumed calyces, in which it lies closely curled up.John took the milk there.Sandra discarded the football.Within the ajoupa, a young man is extended on a mat in a profound sleep.Sandra took the football there.His complexion of a clear golden yellow, gives him the appearance of a\nstatue of pale bronze, on which a ray of sun is playing.His attitude is\nsimple and graceful; his right arm sustains his head, a little raised and\nturned on one side; his ample robe of white muslin, with hanging sleeves,\nleaves uncovered his chest and arms worthy of the Antoinous.Marble is\nnot more firm, more polished than his skin, the golden hue of which\ncontracts strongly with the whiteness of his garments.John moved to the kitchen.Upon his broad\nmanly chest a deep scar is visible--the mark of the musket-ball he\nreceived in defending the life of General Simon, the father of Rose and\nBlanche.Suspended from his neck, he wears a medal similar to that in the\npossession of the two sisters.Sandra left the apple.His features are at once very noble and very beautiful.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Daniel went to the bedroom.Mary got the apple there.His hair of a\nblue black, parted upon his forehead, falls waving, but not curled over\nhis shoulders; whilst his eyebrows, boldly and yet delicately defined,\nare of as deep a jet as the long eyelashes, that cast their shadow upon\nhis beardless cheek.Mary left the apple.Sandra went back to the office.Mary picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the office.His bright, red lips are slightly apart, and he\nbreathes uneasily; his sleep is heavy and troubled, forJohn moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the garden.Mary went to the office.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.John moved to the office.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John moved to the garden.Mary went to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the garden.Sandra went back to the office.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the garden.Yet\nnow the tall ferns, which cover the soil, begin to move almost\nimperceptibly, as though their stems were shaken by the slow progress of\nsome crawling body.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.John journeyed to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the office.John went back to the hallway.From time to time, this trifling oscillation suddenly\nceases, and all is again motionless.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the hallway.John went back to the office.Mary went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the office.Sandra went back to the office.John travelled to the hallway.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sir Robert Hamilton himself felt neither remorse nor shame for\n     having put to death one of the prisoners after the battle with his\n     own hand, which appears to have been a charge against him, by some\n     whoseSandra moved to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the office.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary went to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra discarded the football.Daniel took the football there.Daniel put down the apple there.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel left the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.\"As for that accusation they bring against me of killing that poor\n     man (as they call him) at Drumclog, I may easily guess that my\n     accusers can be no other but some of the house of Saul or Shimei, or\n     some such risen again to espouse that poor gentleman (Saul) his\n     quarrel against honest Samuel, for his offering to kill that poor\n     man Agag, after the king's giving him quarter.Mary put down the football.But I, being to\n     command that day, gave out the word that no quarter should be given;\n     and returning from pursuing Claverhouse, one or two of these fellows\n     were standing in the midst of a company of our friends, and some\n     were debating for quarter, others against it.The crowd\nwhich surges around this centre of the city's life is of a more\ncosmopolitan character than that which can be found in any other city in\nthe world with the exceptions of Zanzibar and Port Said.John moved to the garden.Almost every\nrace is represented in the gathering, which is suggestive of a mass\nmeeting of the villagers of the Midway Plaisance at the Columbian\nExposition.John went to the bathroom.In the crowd are stolid Anglo-Saxons shaking hands\neffusively; enthusiastic Latins embracing each other; <DW64>s rubbing\nnoses and cheeks; smiling Japanese; cold, stern Chinese; Cingalese,\nRussians, Malays, and Egyptians--all in their national costumes, and all\nwelcoming friends in their native manner and language.Meandering\nthrough the crowd are several keen-eyed Boer policemen, commonly called\n\"Zarps,\" politely directing the attention of innocent-looking newcomers\nto placards bearing the inscription \"Pas op Zakkenrollers,\" which is the\nBoer warning of pickpockets.Daniel went back to the bathroom.After the traveller has forced a way through the crowd he is attacked by\na horde of cabmen who can teach tricks of the trade to the London and\nNew York night-hawks.Their equipages range from dilapidated broughams\nto antique 'rickshas, but their charges are the same--\"a quid,\" or five\ndollars, either for a mile or a minute's ride.After the insults which\nfollow a refusal to enter one of their conveyances have subsided, the\nagents of the hotels commence a vociferous campaign against the\nnewcomers, and very clever it is in its way.Mary got the football there.They are able to\ndistinguish a foreigner at one glance, and will change the name of the\nhotel which they represent a score of times in as many seconds in order\nto bag their quarry.Mary journeyed to the office.For the patriotic American they have the New York\nHotel, the Denver House, the Hotel California, and many other hostelries\nnamed after American cities.Daniel got the apple there.they will salute an American,\n\"Come up to the New York Hotel and patronize American enterprise.\"If\nthe traveller will accompany one of these", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John took the football there.The victim of\nmisrepresentation will seek another hotel, and will be fortunate if he\nfinds comfortable quarters for less than ten dollars a day, or three\ntimes the amount he would be called upon to pay at a far better hotel in\nany American city of equal size.John left the football.The privilege of fasting, or of\nawakening in the morning with a layer of dust an eighth of an inch deep\non the counterpane and on the face may be ample return for the\nextraordinary charges, but the stranger in the city is not apt to adopt\nthat view of the situation until he is acclimated.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra got the football there.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bedroom.The person who has spent several days in crossing the veldt and enters\nJohannesburg by night has a strange revelation before him when he is\nawakened the following morning.Sandra dropped the football.Mary moved to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the apple there.He has been led to believe that the city\nis a motley collection of corrugated-iron hovels, hastily constructed\ncabins, and cheap public buildings.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary moved to the bedroom.John went back to the bathroom.Instead he finds a beautiful city,\nwith well-paved streets, magnificent buildings of stone and brick,\nexpensive public buildings, and scores of palatial residences.Daniel discarded the apple there.Many\nAmerican cities of the same size and many times older can not show as\ncostly buildings or as fine public works.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra picked up the football there.Hotels of five and six\nstories, and occupying, in several instances, almost entire blocks, are\nnumerous; of office buildings costing a quarter of a million dollars\neach there are half a score; banks, shops, and newspapers have three-\nand four-story buildings of brick and stone, while there are hundreds of\nother buildings that would be creditable to any large city in America or\nEurope.Sandra left the football there.The Government Building in the centre of the city is a\nfive-story granite structure of no mean architectural beauty.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel got the apple there.In the\nsuburbs are many magnificent private residences of mine owners and\nmanagers who, although not permanent residents of the city, have\ninvested large amounts of money, so that the short time they spend in\nthe country may be amid luxurious and comfortable surroundings.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary took the football there.One of the disagreeable features of living in Johannesburg is the dust\nwhich is present everywhere during the dry season.John travelled to the hallway.It rises in great,\nthick clouds on the surrounding veldt, and, obscuring the sun, wholly\nenvelops the city in semi-darkness.Mary put down the football.One minute the air is clear and\nthere is not a breath of wind; several minutes later a hurricane is\nblowing and blankets of dust are falling.Mary went back to the bedroom.The dust clouds generally\nrise west of the city, and almost totally eclipse the sun during their\nprogress over the plain.SometimesJohn went back to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the garden.Whenever they arrive, the doors and windows of\nbuildings are tightly closed, business is practically at a standstill,\nand every one is miserable.It penetrates\nevery building, however well protected, and it lodges in the food as\nwell as in the drink.Pedestrians on the street are unable to see ten\nfeet ahead, and are compelled to walk with head bowed and with\nhandkerchief over the mouth and nostrils.Sandra went to the office.Umbrellas and parasols are\nbut slight protection against it.Sandra moved to the hallway.Only the miners, a thousand feet\nbelow the surface, escape it.When the storm has subsided the entire\ncity is covered with a blanket of dust ranging in thickness from an inch\non the sidewalks to an eighth of an inch on the store counters,\nfurniture, and in pantries.It has never been computed how great a\nquantity of the dust enters a man's lungs, but the feeling that it\nengenders is one of colossal magnitude.Second to the dust, the main characteristic of Johannesburg is the\ninhabitants' great struggle for sudden wealth.It is doubtful whether\nthere is one person in the city whose ambition is less than to become\nwealthy in five years at least, and then to return to his native\ncountry.It is not a chase after affluence; it is a stampede in which\nevery soul in the city endeavours to be in the van.In the city and in\nthe mines there are hundreds of honourable ways of becoming rich, but\nthere are thousands of dishonourable ones; and the morals of a mining\ncity are not always on the highest plane.Surely, no pleasure\ncan be found in reading or recording scenes which a pure mind can regard\nonly with pity and disgust.Mary went to the office.Yet we desire to prove to our readers that\nthe absurd threats and foolish attempts to impose upon the weak and\nignorant recorded by Sarah J. Richardson are perfectly consistent\nwith the general character and conduct of the Romish priests.Read\nfor instance, the following ridiculous story translated from Le Semeur\nCanadien for October 12th, 1855.In the district of Montreal lived a Canadian widow of French extraction\nwho had become a Protestant.Madam V--, such was the name of this lady,\nlived with her daughter, the sole fruit of a union too soon dissolved\nby unsparing death.Their life, full of good works, dispelled prejudices\nthat the inhabitants of the vicinity--all intolerant Catholics--had\nalways entertained against evangelical Christians; they gained their\nrespect, moreover, by presenting them the example of every virtue.Two\nof the neighbors of the Protestant widow--who had often heard at her\nhouse the word of God read and commented upon by one of those ministers\nwho visit the scattered members of their communion--talked lately of\nembracing the reformed religion.In the mean while, Miss V-- died.The\nyoung Christian rested her hope upon the promises of the Saviour who has\nsaid, \"Believe in Christ and thou shall be saved.\"Sandra picked up the milk there.Her spirit flew to its Creator with the confidence of an infant who\nthrows himselfSandra dropped the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Her last moments were not\ntormented by the fear of purgatory, where every Catholic believes he\nwill suffer for a longer or shorter time.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.This death strengthened the\nneighbors in the resolution they had taken to leave the Catholic church.The widow buried the remains of her daughter upon her own land, a short\ndistance from her house: the nearest Protestant cemetery was so far off\nthat she was forced to give up burying it there.Some Catholic fanatics of the vicinity assembled secretly the day after\nthe funeral of Miss V-- to discuss the best means for arresting the\nprogress that the reformed religion was making in the parish.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.After long\ndeliberation they resolved to hire a poor man to go every evening for\na whole week and groan near the grave of Miss V---.John grabbed the milk there.Their object was to\nmake the widow and neighbors believe that the young girl was damned; and\nthat God permitted her to show her great unhappiness by lamentations,\nso that they might avoid her fate by remaining faithful to the belief of\ntheir fathers.In any other country than Lower Canada, those who might\nhave employed such means would not perhaps have had an opportunity\nof seeing their enterprise crowned with success; but in our country\ndistricts, where the people believe in ghosts and bugbears, it would\nalmost certainly produce the desired effect.John put down the milk there.This expedient, instead of\nbeing ridiculous, was atrocious.Sandra moved to the bathroom.The employment of it could not fail to\ncause Mrs V-- to suffer the most painful agonies, and her neighbors the\ntorments of doubt.Sandra picked up the milk there.The credulity of the French-Canadian is the work of the clergy; they\ninvent and relate, in order to excite their piety, the most marvellous\nthings.John journeyed to the office.For example: the priests say that souls in purgatory desiring\nalleviation come and ask masses of their relatives, either by appearing\nin the same form they had in life, or by displacing the furniture and\nmaking a noise, as long as they have not terminated the expiation of\ntheir sins.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.The Catholic clergy, by supporting these fabulous doctrines\nand pious lies, lead their flock into the baleful habit of believing\nthings the most absurd and destitute of proof.Sandra discarded the milk.The day after Miss V--'s funeral, everybody in the parish was talking of\nthe woeful cries which had been heard the night before near her grave.The inhabitants of the place, imbued with fantastic ideas that their\nrector had kept alive, were dupes of the artifice employed by some of\ntheir own number.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.They became convinced that there is no safety outside\nof the church, of which they formed a part.Seized with horror they\ndetermined never to pass a night near the grave of the cursed one, as\nthey already called the young Protestant.V-- by the instinctive\neffect of prejudices inculcated when she was a Catholic, was at first a\nprey to deadly anxiety; butSandra journeyed to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "She\nguessed at the cause of the noise which was heard near the grave of her\nchild.In order to assure herself of the justness of her suspicions,\nshe besought the two neighbors of whom I have already spoken, to conceal\nthemselves there the following night.These persons were glad of an\noccasion to test the accuracy of what a curate of their acquaintance had\ntold them; who had asserted that a spirit free from the body could yet\nmanifest itself substantially to the living, as speaking without tongue,\ntouching without hands.They discovered the man who was paid to play the ghost; they seized him,\nand in order to punish him, tied him to a tree, at the foot of which\nMiss V-- was buried.Daniel went to the hallway.The poor creature the next morning no longer acted\nthe soul in torment, but shouted like a person who very much wanted his\nbreakfast.Mary moved to the office.At noon one of his friends passed by who, hearing him implore\nassistance, approached and set him free.Overwhelmed with questions and\nderision, the false ghost confessed he had acted thus only to obtain\nthe reward which had been promised him.Sandra picked up the football there.You may easily guess that\nthe ridicule and reprobation turned upon those who had made him their\ninstrument.I will not finish this narrative without telling the reader that the\ncurate of the place appeared much incensed at what his parishioners\nhad done.Mary grabbed the milk there.I am glad to be able to suppose that he condemns rather\nthan encourages such conduct.Mary got the apple there.A Protestant friend of mine who does not\nentertain the same respect for the Roman clergy that I do, advances the\nopinion that the displeasure of the curate was not on account of the\nculpable attempt of some of his flock but on account of its failure.However, I must add, on my reputation as a faithful narrator, that\nnothing has yet happened to confirm his assertion.ERASTE D'ORSONNENS.CRUELTY OF ROMANISTS.[_To the People, who clear the way, and quit their arms._\n\n _Reg._ Gods!_Ham._ Why, I begin to envy this old man![_Aside._\n\n _Man._ Not the proud victor on the day of triumph,\n Warm from the slaughter of dispeopled realms,\n Though conquer'd princes grace his chariot wheels,\n Though tributary monarchs wait his nod,\n And vanquish'd nations bend the knee before him,\n E'er shone with half the lustre that surrounds\n This voluntary sacrifice for Rome!Who loves his country will obey her laws;\n Who most obeys them is the truest patriot._Reg._ Be our last parting worthy of ourselves.my friends.--I bless the gods who rule us,\n Since I must leave you, that I leave you Romans.Preserve the glorious name untainted still,\n And you shall be the rulers of the globe,\n The arbiters of earth.Sandra went back to the hallway.John went to the office.The farthest east,\n Beyond where Ganges rolls his rapid flood,\n Shall proudly emulate the Roman name.(_Kneels._)Sandra left the football there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "This ground, these walls, this people be your care!bless them, bless them with a liberal hand!Let fortitude and valour, truth and justice,\n For ever flourish and increase among them!And if some baneful planet threat the Capitol\n With its malignant influence, oh, avert it!--\n Be Regulus the victim of your wrath.--\n On this white head be all your vengeance pour'd,\n But spare, oh, spare, and bless immortal Rome!Sandra went to the hallway.ATTILIA _struggles to get to_ REGULUS--_is prevented--she\n faints--he fixes his eye steadily on her for some time,\n and then departs to the ships_._Man._ (_looking after him._)\n Farewell!John travelled to the garden.Protector, father, saviour of thy country!Through Regulus the Roman name shall live,\n Shall triumph over time, and mock oblivion.'Tis Rome alone a Regulus can boast.John moved to the bathroom.WRITTEN BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.Daniel grabbed the football there.What son of physic, but his art extends,\n As well as hand, when call'd on by his friends?Mary journeyed to the bedroom.What landlord is so weak to make you fast,\n When guests like you bespeak a good repast?Mary grabbed the milk there.But weaker still were he whom fate has plac'd\n To soothe your cares, and gratify your taste,\n Should he neglect to bring before your eyes\n Those dainty dramas which from genius rise;\n Whether your luxury be to smile or weep,\n His and your profits just proportion keep.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.To-night he brought, nor fears a due reward,\n A Roman Patriot by a Female Bard.Britons who feel his flame, his worth will rate,\n No common spirit his, no common fate.Mary left the milk.INFLEXIBLE and CAPTIVE must be great.Mary got the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel left the football.cries a sucking <DW2>, thus lounging, straddling\n (Whose head shows want of ballast by its nodding),\n \"A woman write?Daniel went to the bathroom.Learn, Madam, of your betters,\n And read a noble Lord's Post-hu-mous Letters.Daniel went back to the office.There you will learn the sex may merit praise\n By making puddings--not by making plays:\n They can make tea and mischief, dance and sing;\n Their heads, though full of feathers, can't take wing.\"Daniel put down the apple.I thought they could, Sir; now and then by chance,\n Maids fly to Scotland, and some wives to France.John travelled to the hallway.Mary went to the garden.He still went nodding on--\"Do all she can,\n Woman's a trifle--play-thing--like her fan.\"Right, Sir, and when a wife the _rattle_ of a man.And shall such _things_ as these become the test\n Of female worth?Daniel picked up the apple there.the fairest and the best\n Of all heaven's creatures?Daniel dropped the apple there.for so Milton sung us,\n And,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Come forth, proud man, in all your pow'rs array'd;\n Shine out in all your splendour--Who's afraid?Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Who on French wit has made a glorious war,\n Defended Shakspeare, and subdu'd Voltaire?--\n Woman![A]--Who, rich in knowledge, knows no pride,\n Can boast ten tongues, and yet not satisfied?John went to the kitchen.[B]--Who lately sung the sweetest lay?Well, then, who dares deny our power and might?Sandra went back to the office.Speak boldly, Sirs,--your wives are not in sight.then you are content;\n Silence, the proverb tells us, gives consent.Montague, Author of an Essay on the Writings of\n    Shakspeare.Carter, well known for her skill in ancient and\n    modern languages.C: Miss Aikin, whose Poems were just published.Daniel went back to the bedroom.& R. Spottiswoode,\n New-Street-Square.TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:\n\nHyphenation is inconsistent.In view of the Roman context, the word \"virtus\" was left in place in\na speech by Manlius in Act III, although it may be a misprint for\n\"virtue\".Saturday Dec\n    4th.... I do not teach to-day, so I started off in the rain this\n    morning to come and see Sister Ruth.It is about a mile and a half\n    across through swamp and woods, but I had a very fine walk after\n    all.Daniel picked up the apple there.I had to climb a hill on the way, that may well vie in height\n    with the hills of McGrawville, and the prospect from its summit is\n    the finest I ever saw.Sister saw me coming and came running to meet\n    me and now we are sitting side by side in her school room with none\n    to molest us.... I board around the district.... Oh!how I long for\n    a quiet little room, where I might write and study....\n\nLet me add here an extract from a brief diary kept in 1851, which\nillustrates a phase of her character hardly noticed thus far.She was,\nlike the best young women of her day and generation, intensely\nreligious\u2014even morbidly so, perhaps.But as sincerity is the saving\ngrace of all religions, we may forgive her maidenly effusion:\n\n    Monday June 2 David came and brought me down to school to-day.When\n    I came to dinner found uncle Cook at Mr.Think I shall\n    attend prayer meeting this evening.Daniel went to the hallway.Spear always there with something beautiful and instructive to\n    say.And the Savior always there to bless us, and to strengthen us.And I feel I am blessed and profited every time that I attend.Tuesday June 3rd Feel sad this evening, have evening, have a hard\n    headache, pain in the chest, and cough some.Think Consumption\u2019s\n    meag", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.Oh that I may be spared\n    a little longer, though unworthy of life on earth and how much more\n    unfit to live in Heaven.Oh Heavenly Father wash me clean in the\n    blood of thy precious son, and fit me for life, or death.Daniel went back to the bedroom.I have\n    desired to get for me a name that would not be forgotten, when my\n    body was moldered into dust.better to have a name in\n    the Lamb\u2019s Book of Life.Earth may forget me, but Oh my Savior!do\n    not Thou forget me and I shall be satisfied.Mary went back to the kitchen.Wednesday June 4th I am\n    sitting now by my chamber window, have been gazing on the beautiful\n    clouds of crimson and purple, that are floating in the bright west.Mary got the football there.How beautiful is our world now in this sweet month, beautiful\n    flowers beautiful forests, beautiful fields, beautiful birds, and\n    murmuring brooks and rainbows and clouds and then again the clear\n    blue sky without clouds or rainbows, or stars, smiling in its own\n    calm loveliness Oh yes!Daniel travelled to the hallway.this Earth is beautiful, and so exquisitely\n    beautiful that I sometimes feel that there is in it enough of beauty\n    to feast my eyes forever.Do not feel quite so badly this evening as\n    I did last, yet I by no means feel well.John journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel got the apple there.------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n[Illustration: AN OLD DAGUERREOTYPE]\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                               CHAPTER V.\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\n                             THE NEXT STEP.\u201cDo the next thing\u201d\u2014such is the sage advice of some practical\nphilosopher.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.Had Angeline Stickney failed to keep advancing she would\nhave sunk into obscurity, as her sisters did, and this story could not\nhave been written.But ambition urged her forward, in spite of the\nmorbid religious scruples that made ambition a sin; and she determined\nto continue her education.Daniel dropped the apple.For some time she was undecided whether to go\nto Albany, or to Oberlin, or to McGrawville.Mary left the football.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John moved to the hallway.If she went to Albany,\nboard would cost her two dollars a week\u2014more than she could well afford.John went back to the bedroom.So she finally chose\nMcGrawville\u2014where both sisters together lived on the incredibly small\nsum of one dollar a week\u2014fifty cents for a room and twenty-five cents\neach for provisions.As we shall see, she met her future husband at\nMcGrawville; and so it was not an", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "She was determined to go to college, and to have Ruth go with her.We\nmay laugh at the means she employed to raise funds, but we must respect\nthe determination.The idea of a young woman\u2019s going about the country\nteaching monochromatic painting, and the making of tissue-paper flowers!And yet there could have been no demand for a\nprofessional washerwoman in that part of the country.Indeed, Ruth and\nAngeline had many a discussion of the money problem.One scheme that\nsuggested itself\u2014whether in merriment or in earnest I cannot say\u2014was to\ndress like men and go to work in some factory.In those days women\u2019s\nwages were absurdly small; and the burden of proof and of prejudice\nrested on the young woman who maintained her right to go to college.They saved what they could from their paltry women\u2019s wages, and upon\nthese meagre savings, after all, they finally depended; for the\nmonochromatic painting and the tissue-paper flowers supplied nothing\nmore substantial than a little experience.The following extracts from the second and last journal kept by Angeline\nStickney need no explanation.The little book itself is mutely eloquent.It is hand-made, and consists of some sheets of writing paper cut to a\nconvenient size and stitched together, with a double thickness of thin\nbrown wrapping paper for a cover.8, 1852].... I intended to go to Lockport to teach\n    painting to-day, but the stage left before I was ready to go, so I\n    came back home.Ruth and I had our daguerreotypes taken to-day.Mary travelled to the bedroom.David here when we arrived at home to carry Ruth to her school.Vandervort came up after the horses\n    and sleigh to go to Mr.He said he would carry me to\n    Watertown and I could take the stage for Lockport, but the stage had\n    left about half an hour before we arrived there, so Mr.Vandervort\n    said he would bring me up in the evening.We started after tea and\n    arrived here in safety, but too late to do anything towards getting\n    a class.Granger the landlord told me I had\n    better go and get Miss Cobe to assist me in getting a class.Daniel journeyed to the office.She\n    called with me at several places.Did not get much encouragement, so\n    I thought best to go to Felts Mills in the afternoon.Sandra got the apple there.Rise, rise, ye mighty spirits of old Rome!I do invoke you from your silent tombs;\n Fabricius, Cocles, and Camillus, rise,\n And show your sons what their great fathers were.My countrymen, what crime have I committed?how has the wretched Regulus\n Deserv'd your hatred?_Lic._                   Hatred?Sandra travelled to the bathroom.my friend,\n It is our love would break these cruel chains._Reg._ If you deprive me of my chains", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "They'll shame my enemies, and grace my country;\n They'll waft her glory to remotest climes,\n Beyond her provinces and conquer'd realms,\n Where yet her conq'ring eagles never flew;\n Nor shall she blush hereafter if she find\n Recorded with her faithful citizens\n The name of Regulus, the captive Regulus.Sandra travelled to the garden.what, think you, kept in awe\n The Volsci, Sabines, AEqui, and Hernici?no, 'twas her virtue;\n That sole surviving good, which brave men keep\n Though fate and warring worlds combine against them:\n This still is mine--and I'll preserve it, Romans!Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.The wealth of Plutus shall not bribe it from me!John moved to the office.Mary moved to the office.Mary picked up the milk there.require this sacrifice,\n Carthage herself was less my foe than Rome;\n She took my freedom--she could take no more;\n But Rome, to crown her work, would take my honour.Mary took the apple there.John went back to the garden.if you deprive me of my chains,\n I am no more than any other slave:\n Yes, Regulus becomes a common captive,\n A wretched, lying, perjur'd fugitive!Daniel took the football there.But if, to grace my bonds, you leave my honour,\n I shall be still a Roman, though a slave.Mary went back to the kitchen._Lic._ What faith should be observ'd with savages?Daniel put down the football there.What promise should be kept which bonds extort?let us leave\n To the wild Arab and the faithless Moor\n These wretched maxims of deceit and fraud:\n Examples ne'er can justify the coward:\n The brave man never seeks a vindication,\n Save from his own just bosom and the gods;\n From principle, not precedent, he acts:\n As that arraigns him, or as that acquits,\n He stands or falls; condemn'd or justified._Lic._ Rome is no more if Regulus departs.John picked up the football there.Mary journeyed to the office._Reg._ Let Rome remember Regulus must die!Mary travelled to the bedroom.Nor would the moment of my death be distant,\n If nature's work had been reserv'd for nature:\n What Carthage means to do, _she_ would have done\n As speedily, perhaps, at least as surely.My wearied life has almost reach'd its goal;\n The once-warm current stagnates in these veins,\n Or through its icy channels slowly creeps----\n View the weak arm; mark the pale furrow'd cheek,\n The slacken'd sinew, and the dim sunk eye,\n And tell me then I must not think of dying!My feeble limbs\n Would totter now beneath the armour's weight,\n The burden of that body it once shielded.You see, my friends, you see, my countrymen,\n I can no longer show myself a Roman,\n Except by dying like one.----Gracious Heaven\n Points out a way to crown my days with glory;\n Oh, do not frustrate, then, the will of Jove,\n And closeJohn put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Come, come, I know my noble Romans better;\n I see your souls, I read repentance in them;\n You all applaud me--nay, you wish my chains:\n 'Twas nothing but excess of love misled you,\n And as you're Romans you will conquer that.Yes!--I perceive your weakness is subdu'd--\n Seize, seize the moment of returning virtue;\n Throw to the ground, my sons, those hostile arms;\n <DW44> no longer Regulus's triumph;\n I do request it of you, as a friend,\n I call you to your duty, as a patriot,\n And--were I still your gen'ral, I'd command you.Mary moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the kitchen._Lic._ Lay down your arms--let Regulus depart.Mary moved to the office.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.John travelled to the bathroom.[_To the People, who clear the way, and quit their arms._\n\n _Reg._ Gods!John journeyed to the office._Ham._ Why, I begin to envy this old man!John took the milk there.Daniel travelled to the garden.[_Aside._\n\n _Man._ Not the proud victor on the day of triumph,\n Warm from the slaughter of dispeopled realms,\n Though conquer'd princes grace his chariot wheels,\n Though tributary monarchs wait his nod,\n And vanquish'd nations bend the knee before him,\n E'er shone with half the lustre that surrounds\n This voluntary sacrifice for Rome!Mary went to the kitchen.Who loves his country will obey her laws;\n Who most obeys them is the truest patriot.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.John discarded the milk.Sandra went back to the kitchen._Reg._ Be our last parting worthy of ourselves.Daniel journeyed to the office.Sandra went back to the office.my friends.--I bless the gods who rule us,\n Since I must leave you, that I leave you Romans.Daniel picked up the milk there.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Preserve the glorious name untainted still,\n And you shall be the rulers of the globe,\n The arbiters of earth.The farthest east,\n Beyond where Ganges rolls his rapid flood,\n Shall proudly emulate the Roman name.John went to the garden.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.(_Kneels._) Ye gods, the guardians of this glorious people,\n Who watch with jealous eye AEneas' race,\n This land of heroes I commit to you!John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the garden.This ground, these walls, this people be your care!Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel discarded the milk.bless them, bless them with a liberal hand!John picked up the football there.Daniel took the milk there.Let fortitude and valour, truth and justice,\n For ever flourish and increase among them!And if some baneful planet threat the Capitol\n With its malignant influence, oh, avert it!--\n Be Regulus the victim of your wrath.--\n On this white head be all your vengeance pour'd,\n But spare, oh, spare, and blessJohn left the football.Mary went to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "ATTILIA _struggles to get to_ REGULUS--_is prevented--she\n faints--he fixes his eye steadily on her for some time,\n and then departs to the ships_._Man._ (_looking after him._)\n Farewell!Protector, father, saviour of thy country!John went to the hallway.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Through Regulus the Roman name shall live,\n Shall triumph over time, and mock oblivion.'Tis Rome alone a Regulus can boast.WRITTEN BY DAVID GARRICK, ESQ.John took the football there.What son of physic, but his art extends,\n As well as hand, when call'd on by his friends?What landlord is so weak to make you fast,\n When guests like you bespeak a good repast?Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel got the apple there.But weaker still were he whom fate has plac'd\n To soothe your cares, and gratify your taste,\n Should he neglect to bring before your eyes\n Those dainty dramas which from genius rise;\n Whether your luxury be to smile or weep,\n His and your profits just proportion keep.Sandra went back to the hallway.To-night he brought, nor fears a due reward,\n A Roman Patriot by a Female Bard.Britons who feel his flame, his worth will rate,\n No common spirit his, no common fate.INFLEXIBLE and CAPTIVE must be great.cries a sucking <DW2>, thus lounging, straddling\n (Whose head shows want of ballast by its nodding),\n \"A woman write?Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"But the idle, restless ones, who neither will work, nor let others\nwork----\"\n\n\"Are still the poor.\"Mary moved to the hallway.John moved to the bedroom.Mentally remarking, here is the woman to shield an unfortunate who has\nsomehow become entangled in the meshes of a great crime, I drew back\nfrom the table.John left the football.As I did so, the thought crossed me that, in case\nthere was any such person in the house as Hannah, she would take the\nopportunity of going up-stairs with something for her to eat; and that\nshe might not feel hampered by my presence, I stepped out on the veranda\nwith my cigar.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John went to the office.While smoking it, I looked about for Q. I felt that the least token\nof his presence in town would be very encouraging at this time.John went back to the garden.But it\nseemed I was not to be afforded even that small satisfaction.If Q was\nanywhere near, he was lying very low.John went to the hallway.Belden (who I know came down-stairs with an\nempty plate, for going into the kitchen for a drink, I caught her in\nthe act of setting it down on the table), I made up my mind to wait a\nreasonable length of time for what she had to say; and then, if she did\nnot speak, make an endeavor on my own part to surprise her secret.Daniel left the apple.But her avowal was nearer and of a different nature fromMary journeyed to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.\"You are a lawyer, I believe,\" she began, taking down her knitting work,\nwith a forced display of industry.Sandra went to the bathroom.\"Yes,\" I said; \"that is my profession.\"Mary journeyed to the kitchen.She remained for a moment silent, creating great havoc in her work I am\nsure, from the glance of surprise and vexation she afterwards threw it.Mary got the football there.Then, in a hesitating voice, remarked:\n\n\"Perhaps you may be willing, then, to give me some advice.Mary dropped the football.The truth is,\nI am in a very curious predicament; one from which I don't know how to\nescape, and yet which demands immediate action.I should like to tell\nyou about it; may I?\"\"You may; I shall be only too happy to give you any advice in my power.\"She drew in her breath with a sort of vague relief, though her forehead\ndid not lose its frown.John went to the hallway.\"It can all be said in a few words.John moved to the bedroom.I have in my possession a package of\npapers which were intrusted to me by two ladies, with the understanding\nthat I should neither return nor destroy them without the full\ncognizance and expressed desire of both parties, given in person or\nwriting.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.That they were to remain in my hands till then, and that\nnothing or nobody should extort them from me.\"\"That is easily understood,\" said I; for she stopped.\"But, now comes word from one of the ladies, the one, too, most\ninterested in the matter, that, for certain reasons, the immediate\ndestruction of those papers is necessary to her peace and safety.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"And do you want to know what your duty is in this case?\"I could not help it: a flood of conjectures rushing in tumult\nover me.Daniel picked up the football there.\"It is to hold on to the papers like grim death till released from your\nguardianship by the combined wish of both parties.\"Once pledged in that way, you have no choice.It\nwould be a betrayal of trust to yield to the solicitations of one party\nwhat you have undertaken to return to both.The fact that grief or loss\nmight follow your retention of these papers does not release you from\nyour bond.Daniel dropped the football.You have nothing to do with that; besides, you are by no\nmeans sure that the representations of the so-called interested party\nare true.You might be doing a greater wrong, by destroying in this way,\nwhat is manifestly considered of value to them both, than by preserving\nthe papers intact, according to compact.\"Circumstances alter cases; and in short, it\nseems to me that the wishes of the one most interested ought to be\nregarded, especially as there is an estrangement between these ladies\nwhich may hinder the other's consent from ever being obtained.\"Sandra went to the bathroom.\"No,\" said I; \"two wrongs never make a right; nor are we at liberty to\ndo an act of justice at the expense of an", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The papers must be\npreserved, Mrs.Her head sank very despondingly; evidently it had been her wish to\nplease the interested party.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.\"Law is very hard,\" she said; \"very hard.\"\"This is not only law, but plain duty,\" I remarked.\"Suppose a case\ndifferent; suppose the honor and happiness of the other party depended\nupon the preservation of the papers; where would your duty be then?\"Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.\"But----\"\n\n\"A contract is a contract,\" said I, \"and cannot be tampered with.John got the football there.Sandra got the milk there.Having\naccepted the trust and given your word, you are obliged to fulfil, to\nthe letter, all its conditions.It would be a breach of trust for you to\nreturn or destroy the papers without the mutual consent necessary.\"An expression of great gloom settled slowly over her features.\"I\nsuppose you are right,\" said she, and became silent.Watching her, I thought to myself, \"If I were Mr.Gryce, or even Q, I\nwould never leave this seat till I had probed this matter to the bottom,\nlearned the names of the parties concerned, and where those precious\npapers are hidden, which she declares to be of so much importance.\"But\nbeing neither, I could only keep her talking upon the subject until\nshe should let fall some word that might serve as a guide to my further\nenlightenment; I therefore turned, with the intention of asking her\nsome question, when my attention was attracted by the figure of a woman\ncoming out of the back-door of the neighboring house, who, for general\ndilapidation and uncouthness of bearing, was a perfect type of the style\nof tramp of whom we had been talking at the supper table.Gnawing a\ncrust which she threw away as she reached the street, she trudged down\nthe path, her scanty dress, piteous in its rags and soil, flapping in\nthe keen spring wind, and revealing ragged shoes red with the mud of the\nhighway.Sandra left the milk.\"There is a customer that may interest you,\" said I.\n\nMrs.Belden seemed to awake from a trance.There has appeared, however, a new claimant for the\nplace--one that possesses all the qualities that go to make a social\nfavorite, and has the additional advantages of greater ease of\nexecution, and wider possibilities of adaptation.This is the BOSTON--not, as many persons suppose, a new creation nor\nindeed is it a novelty even to the American public, for it was\nintroduced here more than a generation ago; but the great popularity of\nthe Two-Step, which had just then come into vogue, and was fast gaining\nfavor under the influence of such brilliant compositions as the\nquick-step marches by Sousa, operated against its immediate acceptance.One of the reasons why the Boston should prove today a more attractive\ndance than any other, is the fact that now there are more captivating\nairs written for this particular form of dance than for any other, and\nas the Two-Step, in", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the bathroom.General taste has gradually found out the superior charm of the Boston;\nthe pendulum of public favor has again swung in the direction of skilful\ndancing.Sandra went to the office.John went to the bedroom.The recent revival of the Waltz in its proper form, has brought with it\na larger appreciation of the more worthy and graceful social dances,\nand the entire world now recognizes the wonderful beauty of the Boston,\nand has welcomed it as a real competitor.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.The Boston is not a Waltz, yet it is the perfection of it.John moved to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.John went to the bedroom.It is one of\nthose paradoxical things which, while it is impossible to be classified,\ncontains all that is to be found in almost any other dance.Even the\npersons who have so long and so loyally clung to other forms of dancing,\nand have abated none in their zeal for their favorites, have been\nunconsciously, and perhaps unwillingly, charmed by the seductiveness of\nthe Boston, until they now freely declare the new dance to be the\nsuperior of the Waltz.John went back to the bathroom.Therefore it is safe to say that the Boston will,\neventually, supersede the Waltz altogether.We demand a dance which combines ease of execution with attractive\nmovement.Sandra went to the garden.That is just what the Boston does, and perhaps more.Mary discarded the milk.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.It is so\nsimple in construction that, when acquired, it becomes natural, and its\nperfect adaptability assures it lasting popularity.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Owing to the urgent request of many of his pupils and colleagues, the\nauthor has undertaken this little book in the hope that it will meet the\nrequirements of both teachers and students, and help to assure the\nproper appreciation of what is in reality the most delightful and\nartistic social dance since the Minuet.Sandra went back to the bedroom.THE FIVE FUNDAMENTAL POSITIONS\n\nIn order that the reader may the more readily understand the\ndescriptions given in this book, we will explain the five fundamental\npositions upon which the art of dancing rests.Mary journeyed to the garden.In the 1st position, the feet are together, heel against heel.Daniel picked up the apple there.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 2nd position, the heels are separated sidewise, and on the same\nline.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 3rd position, the heel of one foot touches the middle of the\nother.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 4th position, the feet are separated as in walking, either\ndirectly forward or directly backward.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Sandra got the milk there.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 5th position, the heel of one foot touches the point of the\nother.Sandra went back to the office.[Illustration]\n\nIn all these positions the feet must be turned outward to form not less", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "THE POSITIONS OF THE PARTNERS\n\nMuch, if not all, of the adverse criticism of the Boston which has been\noffered by educators, parents and other responsible objectors, has been\ndirected at the relative positions of the partners.This is, in fact, no\nmore than the general rule as regards the Social Round Dance, with the\npossible exception that the positions have been sometimes distorted by\nattempts to copy the freer forms of dancing that have been presented\nupon the stage.Mary grabbed the milk there.The Round Dance demands that a certain fixed grouping of the partners be\nmaintained in order that the rotation around a common moving centre may\nbe accomplished, and it is here that the most serious problem is to be\nfound.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the football there.The dancing profession long ago undertook to settle upon arbitrary\ngroupings satisfactory to the needs of the dancers, and conforming to\nall the requirements of propriety and hygienic exercise.[Illustration]\n\nActing upon this basis, the reputable teachers of dancing throughout the\nworld have adopted and promulgated three fundamental groupings for the\nRound Dance which are so constructed as to provide the greatest ease of\nexecution and freedom of action.Mary dropped the milk there.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra discarded the football.They are known as the Waltz Position,\nthe Open Position, and the Side Position of the Waltz.John journeyed to the kitchen.All round dances\nare executed in one or another of these groupings, which are not only\naccepted by all good teachers, but, with the exception of certain minor\nand unimportant variations, rigidly adhered to in all their work.Sandra took the football there.Sandra left the football.In the Waltz Position the partners stand facing one another, with\nshoulders parallel, and looking over one another's right shoulder.Sandra went to the kitchen.Special attention must be paid to the parallel position of the\nshoulders, in order to fit the individual movements of the partners\nalong the line of direction.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.The gentleman places his right hand lightly upon the lady's back, at a\npoint about half-way across, between the waist-line and the\nshoulder-blades.Sandra went back to the garden.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary picked up the football there.The fingers are so rounded as to permit the free\ncirculation of air between the palm of the hand and the lady's back, and\nshould not be spread.John travelled to the bathroom.Sandra got the milk there.The lady places her left hand lightly upon the gentleman's arm, allowing\nher fore-arm to rest gently upon his arm.Sandra discarded the milk.The partners stand at an easy\ndistance from one another, inclining toward the common centre very\nslightly.The free hands are lightly joined at the side.This is merely\nto provide occupation for the disengaged arms, and the gentleman holds\nthe tip of the lady's hand lightly in the bended fingers of his own.Guiding is accomplished by the gentleman through a slight lifting of his\nright elbow.John moved to the bedroom.Crossing was delayed nearly a month and this delay resulted in\nthe Federal disaster", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "This put an abrupt end to active\noperations by Burnside against Lee.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.This picture was taken at Warrenton,\nNovember 24th, on the eve of the departure of the army for its march to\nFredericksburg.Daniel moved to the hallway.[Illustration: THE DETAINED GUNS\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.In the foreground, looking from what is\napproximately the same position as the opening picture, are three guns of\nTyler's Connecticut battery.It was from all along this ridge that the\ntown had suffered its bombardment in December of the previous year.Again\nthe armies were separated by the Rappahannock River.There was a new\ncommander at the head of the Army of the Potomac--General Hooker.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.The\nplundered and deserted town now held by the Confederates was to be made\nthe objective of another attack.Daniel moved to the bedroom.The heights beyond were once more to be\nassaulted; bridges were to be rebuilt.This ground\nof much contention was deserted some time before Lee advanced to his\ninvasion of Pennsylvania.Very slowly the inhabitants of Fredericksburg\nhad returned to their ruined homes.The town was a vast Federal cemetery,\nthe dead being buried in gardens and backyards, for during its occupancy\nalmost every dwelling had been turned into a temporary hospital.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.After the\nclose of the war these bodies were gathered and a National Cemetery was\nestablished on Willis' Hill, on Marye's Heights, the point successfully\ndefended by Lee's veterans.Heavy pontoon-boats, each on its separate wagon, were sometimes as\nnecessary as food or ammunition.Daniel went to the office.At every important crossing of the many\nrivers that had to be passed in the Peninsula Campaign the bridges had\nbeen destroyed.John journeyed to the office.There were few places where these streams were fordable.John moved to the garden.Pontoons, therefore, made a most important adjunct to the Army of the\nPotomac.Daniel grabbed the milk there.[Illustration: PONTOON-BOATS IN TRANSIT]\n\n\n[Illustration: THE FLAMING HEIGHTS\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]John moved to the kitchen.This photograph from the Fredericksburg river-bank recalls a terrible\nscene.John moved to the garden.On those memorable days of December 11 and 12, 1862, from these\nvery trenches shown in the foreground, the ragged gray riflemen saw on\nthat hillside across the river the blue of the uniforms of the massed\nFederal troops.Daniel took the football there.The lines of tents made great white spaces, but the ground\ncould hardly be seen for the host of men who were waiting, alas!to die by\nthousands on this coveted shore.Mary went back to the kitchen.Mary went back to the office.Daniel left the football.From these hills, too, burst an incessant\nflaming and roaring cannon fire.Siege-guns and field artillery poured\nshot and shell into the town of Fredericksburg.Mary got the apple there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Every house became a\ntarget, though deserted except for a few hardy and venturesome riflemen.Ruined and battered and\nbloody, Fredericksburg three times was a Federal hospital, and its\nbackyards became little cemeteries.[Illustration: A TARGET AT FREDERICKSBURG FOR THE FEDERAL GUNS\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.[Illustration: THE BRIDGES THAT A BAND OF MUSIC THREATENED\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.At Franklin Crossing, on the Rappahannock, occurred an incident that\nproves how little things may change the whole trend of the best-laid\nplans.Mary took the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The left Union wing under the command of General Franklin, composed\nof the First Army Corps under General Reynolds, and the Sixth under\nGeneral W. F. Smith, was crossing to engage in the battle of\nFredericksburg.Mary went back to the office.Sandra took the milk there.For two days they poured across these yielding planks\nbetween the swaying boats to the farther shore.Now, in the crossing of\nbridges, moving bodies of men must break step or even well-built\nstructures might be threatened.Mary discarded the apple.The colonel of one of the regiments in\nGeneral Devens' division that led the van ordered his field music to\nstrike up just as the head of the column swept on to the flimsy planking;\nbefore the regiment was half-way across, unconsciously the men had fallen\ninto step and the whole fabric was swaying to the cadenced feet.Mary got the apple there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Vibrating\nlike a great fiddle-string, the bridge would have sunk and parted, but a\nkeen eye had seen the danger.John went to the bedroom.Sandra dropped the milk there.was the order, and a\nstaff officer spurred his horse through the men, shouting at top voice.The lone charge was made through the marching column: some jumped into the\npontoons to avoid the hoofs; a few went overboard; but the head of the\ncolumn was reached at last, and the music stopped.A greater blunder than\nthis, however, took place on the plains beyond.Mary put down the apple.Owing to a\nmisunderstanding of orders, 37,000 troops were never brought into action;\n17,000 men on their front bore the brunt of a long day's fighting.[Illustration: OFFICERS OF THE FAMOUS \"IRISH BRIGADE\"\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel went back to the garden.\"The Irish Brigade\" (consisting of the Twenty-eighth Massachusetts,\nSixty-third, Sixty-ninth and Eighty-eighth New York and the One Hundred\nand Sixteenth Pennsylvania) was commanded by General Thomas F. Meagher and\nadvanced in Hancock's Division to the first assault at Marye's Heights, on\nDecember 13, 1862.In this charge the IrishJohn moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Of the 1,315 men which Meagher led into battle, 545\nfell in that charge.John went to the bathroom.The officer standing is Colonel Patrick Kelly, of the\nEighty-eighth New York, who was one of the valiant heroes of this charge,\nand succeeded to the command of the Irish Brigade after General Meagher.The officer seated is Captain Clooney, of the\nsame regiment, who was killed at Antietam.John journeyed to the kitchen.\"Aunt Beulah wanted to take me to one room and keep me there until I\nasked to come out.Uncle Jimmie wanted to show me the statures.Uncle\nDavid said I ought to begin with the Ming period and work down to Art\nNewvoo.Aunts Gertrude and Margaret wanted to take me to the room of\nthe great masters.While they were talking Uncle Peter and I went to\nsee a picture that made me cry.He said that\nwasn't the important thing, that the important thing was that one man\nhad nailed his dream.He didn't doubt that lots of other painters had,\nbut this one meant the most to him.Mary travelled to the hallway.John got the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.When I cried he said, 'You're all\nright, Baby.*       *       *       *       *\n\nAs the month progressed, it seemed to Beulah that she was making\ndistinct progress with the child.Since the evening when Peter had won\nEleanor's confidence and explained her mental processes, her task had\nbeen illumined for her.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.She belonged to that class of women in whom\nmaternity arouses late.John travelled to the bedroom.She had not the facile sympathy which accepts\na relationship without the endorsement of the understanding, and she\nwas too young to have much toleration for that which was not perfectly\nclear to her.Sandra moved to the office.John went back to the kitchen.She had started in with high courage to demonstrate the value of a\nsociological experiment.She hoped later, though these hopes she had\nso far kept to herself, to write, or at least to collaborate with some\nworthy educator, on a book which would serve as an exact guide to\nother philanthropically inclined groups who might wish to follow the\nexample of cooperative adoption; but the first day of actual contact\nwith her problem had chilled her.She had put nothing down in her\nnote-book.Mary journeyed to the garden.There seemed to be no\nintellectual response in the child.Peter had set all these things right for her.John journeyed to the bathroom.He had shown her the\nchild's uncompromising integrity of spirit.The keynote of Beulah's\nnature was, as Jimmie said, that she \"had to be shown.\"Peter pointed\nout the fact to her that Eleanor's slogan also was, \"No compromise.\"John travelled to the hallway.As Eleanor became more familiar with her surroundings this spirit\nbecame more and more evident.Mary took the apple there.\"I could let down the hem of these dresses, Aunt Beulah,\"Mary dropped the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"I can't hem\nvery good, but my stitches don't show much.\"Daniel went to the office.\"That dress isn't too short, dear.It's the way little girls always\nwear them.Do little girls on Cape Cod wear them longer?\"\"Albertina,\" they had reached the point of discussion of Albertina\nnow, and Beulah was proud of it, \"wore her dresses to her ankles,\nbe--because her--her legs was so fat.She said that mine was--were\ngetting to be fat too, and it wasn't refined to wear short dresses,\nwhen your legs were fat.\"\"There are a good many conflicting ideas of refinement in the world,\nEleanor,\" Beulah said.\"I've noticed there are, since I came to New York,\" Eleanor answered\nunexpectedly.Beulah's academic spirit recognized and rejoiced in the fact that with\nall her docility, Eleanor held firmly to her preconceived notions.She\ncontinued to wear her dresses short, but when she was not actually on\nexhibition, she hid her long legs behind every available bit of\nfurniture or drapery.Mary took the apple there.The one doubt left in her mind, of the child's initiative and\nexecutive ability, was destined to be dissipated by the rather heroic\nmeasures sometimes resorted to by a superior agency taking an ironic\nhand in the game of which we have been too inhumanly sure.Mary went back to the garden.On the fifth week of Eleanor's stay Beulah became a real aunt, the\ncook left, and her own aunt and official chaperon, little Miss\nPrentis, was laid low with an attack of inflammatory rheumatism.Mary left the apple.Beulah's excitement on these various counts, combined with\nindiscretions in the matter of overshoes and overfatigue, made her an\neasy victim to a wandering grip germ.She opened her eyes one morning\nonly to shut them with a groan of pain.Sandra moved to the bathroom.There was an ache in her head\nand a thickening in her chest, the significance of which she knew only\ntoo well.John journeyed to the hallway.Mary grabbed the milk there.She lifted a hoarse voice\nand called for Mary, the maid, who did not sleep in the house but was\ndue every morning at seven.But the gentle knock on the door was\nfollowed by the entrance of Eleanor, not Mary.\"Mary didn't come, Aunt Beulah.Sandra went back to the garden.I thought you was--were so tired, I'd\nlet you have your sleep out.Mary picked up the apple there.Mary discarded the apple.I heard Miss Prentis calling, and I made\nher some gruel, and I got my own breakfast.\"Mary journeyed to the bathroom.how dreadful,\" Beulah gasped in the face of this new calamity;\n\"and I'm really so sick.Then she put a professional hand on her\npulse and her forehead.Sandra went to the office.\"You've got the grip,\" she announced.\"I'm afraid I have, Eleanor, and Doctor Martin's out of town, and\nwon't be back till to-morrow when he comes to Aunt Ann", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary got the milk there.I don't know\nwhat we'll do.\"Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"I'll tend to things,\" Eleanor said.Mary got the apple there.\"You lie still and close your\neyes, and don't put your arms out of bed and get chilled.\"Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went back to the bedroom.\"Well, you'll have to manage somehow,\" Beulah moaned; \"how, I don't\nknow, I'm sure.Mary moved to the kitchen.Give Aunt Annie her medicine and hot water bags, and\njust let me be.After the door had closed on the child a dozen things occurred to\nBeulah that might have been done for her.She thought of the soothing warmth\nof antiphlogistine when applied to the chest.She thought of the\nquinine on the shelf in the bathroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.Once more she tried lifting her\nhead, but she could not accomplish a sitting posture.John went back to the hallway.She shivered as\na draft from the open window struck her.\"If I could only be taken in hand this morning,\" she thought, \"I know\nit could be broken.\"{16}\n\nThen, it denied something.John moved to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel travelled to the office.Daniel picked up the football there.It denied the right of foreigners to\ninterfere in purely English affairs; it denied the right of the Bishop\nof one National Church to exercise his power in another National\nChurch; it denied the claim of the Bishop of Rome to exercise\njurisdiction over the Archbishop of Canterbury; it denied the power of\nany one part of the Church to impose local decisions, or local dogmas,\nupon any other part of the Church.Thus, the Reformation both affirmed and denied.It affirmed the\nconstitutional rights of the Church as against the unconstitutional\nclaims of the Pope, and it denied the unconstitutional claims of the\nState as against the constitutional rights of the Church.Mary journeyed to the office.Much more, very much more, \"for weal or for woe,\" it did.It made\nits mistakes, as every growing movement will do.John journeyed to the bathroom.It is still growing,\nstill making mistakes, still purging and pruning itself as it grows;\nand it is still asserting its right to reform itself where it {17} has\ngone wrong, and to return to the old ideal where it has departed from\nit.Daniel discarded the football.And this old ideal is wrapped up in the sixth name:--\n\n\n\n(VI) THE PRIMITIVE CHURCH.Mary discarded the milk.Mary grabbed the football there.Re-formation must be based upon its original formation if it would aim\nat real reform.Sandra went back to the bathroom.It is not necessarily a mechanical imitation of the\npast, but a genuine portrait of the permanent.It is, then, to the\nPrimitive Church that we must look for the principles of reformation.If the meaning of a will is contested years after the testator's death,\nreference will be made, as far as possible, to the testator's\ncontemporaries, or", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John took the apple there.This is what the English Reformers of the sixteenth\ncentury tell us that they did.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary went to the hallway.They refer perpetually to the past;\nover and over again they send us to the \"ancient fathers,\"[13] as to\nthose living and writing nearest to the days when the Church was\nestablished, and as most likely to know her mind.They go back to what\nthe \"Commination Service\" calls \"The Primitive Church\".This\n\"Primitive Church\" is the Reformed Church now established in England.{18} The Reformers themselves never meant it to be anything else, and\nwould have been the first to protest against the unhistoric, low, and\nmodern use of the word \"established\".Mary went to the bathroom.In this sense, they would have\nbeen the sturdiest of sturdy \"Protestants\".And this word Protestant reminds us that there is one more name\nfrequently given to the Church of England, but not included in our\nscheme, because found nowhere in the Prayer Book.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.The term is a foreign one--not English.John grabbed the football there.John put down the apple.Sandra went back to the kitchen.It comes from Germany and was\ngiven to the Lutherans in 1529, because they protested against an\nedict[14] forbidding them to regulate their own local ecclesiastical\naffairs, pending the decision of a General Council.Sandra went to the office.It had nothing whatever to do with \"protesting\" against ceremonial.John moved to the bathroom.The ceremonial of the Church in Lutheran Germany is at least as\ncarefully elaborated as that seen in the majority of English churches.Later on, the term was borrowed from the Germans by the English, and\napplied to {19} Churchmen who protested (1) against doctrines held\n_exclusively_ by Rome on the one hand, and by Lutherans and Calvinists\non the other; and (2) against claims made by the King over the rights\nand properties of the Church.Later still, it has been applied to\nthose who protest against the ancient interpretation of Prayer-Book\nteaching on the Sacraments and Ceremonial.John put down the football.There is, it is true, a sense in which the name is fairly used to\nrepresent the views of all loyal English Churchmen.Every English\nChurchman protests against anything unhistoric or uncatholic.Mary dropped the milk.The\nChurch of England does protest against anything imposed by one part of\nthe Church on any other part of the Church, apart from the consent of\nthe whole Church.It does protest against the claims of Italy or of\nany other nation to rule England, or to impose upon us, as _de fide_,\nanything exclusively Roman.In this sense, Laud declared upon the\nscaffold that he died \"a true Protestant\"; in this sense, Nicholas\nFerrar, founder of a Religious House in Huntingdonshire, called himself\na Protestant; in this sense, we are all Protestants, and in this sense\nwe are not ashamed of our unhistoric name.{20}\n\nIn these Prayer-Book", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.Mary dropped the football.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.[2] The primary meaning of the word Catholic seems to refer to\nworld-wide extension.Augustine teaches that it means \"Universal\"\nas opposed to particular, and says that \"The Church is called Catholic\nbecause it is spread throughout the whole world\".Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Cyril of\nJerusalem says: \"The Church is called Catholic because it extends\nthroughout the whole world, from one end of the Earth to the other,\"\nand he adds, \"because it teaches universally all the doctrines which\nmen ought to know\" (\"Catechetical Lectures,\" xviii.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the office.Sandra picked up the apple there.[3] \"Foul fall the day,\" writes Mr.John moved to the garden.This is the substance of what she told me, and what I saw and curiously\nexamined.Sandra moved to the kitchen.I was formerly acquainted with the impostorious nuns of\nLoudun, in France, which made such noise among the <DW7>s; I therefore\nthought this worth the notice.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra dropped the apple.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.I remember Monsieur Monconys[19] (that\ncurious traveler and a Roman Catholic) was by no means satisfied with\nthe _stigmata_ of those nuns, because they were so shy of letting him\nscrape the letters, which were Jesus, Maria, Joseph (as I think),\nobserving they began to scale off with it, whereas this poor wench was\nwilling to submit to any trial; so that I profess I know not what to\nthink of it, nor dare I pronounce it anything supernatural.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Mary moved to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.[Footnote 19: Balthasar de Monconys, a Frenchman, celebrated for his\n    travels in the East, which he published in three volumes.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the hallway.His object\n    was to discover vestiges of the philosophy of Trismegistus and\n    Zoroaster; in which, it is hardly necessary to add, he was not very\n    successful.]Sandra went to the garden.John got the football there.At Windsor I supped with the Duke of Monmouth; and,\nthe next day, invited by Lord Arlington, dined with the same Duke and\ndivers Lords.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.After dinner my Lord and I had a conference of more than\nan hour alone in his bedchamber, to engage me in the History.I showed\nhim something that I had drawn up, to his great satisfaction, and he\ndesired me to show it to the Treasurer.John went to the bedroom.Daniel dropped the apple.One of the Canons preached; then followed the\noffering of the Knights of the Order, according to custom; first the\npoor Knights, in procession, then, the Canons in their formalities, the\nDaniel moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went to the garden.I dined with the Treasurer, and consulted with him what pieces I was to\nadd; in the afternoon the King took me aside into the balcony over the\nterrace, extremely pleased with what had been told him I had begun, in\norder to his commands, and enjoining me to proceed vigorously in it.He\ntold me he had ordered the Secretaries of State to give me all necessary\nassistance of papers and particulars relating to it and enjoining me to\nmake it a LITTLE KEEN, for that the Hollanders had very unhandsomely\nabused him in their pictures, books, and libels.Daniel went back to the garden.Windsor was now going to be repaired, being exceedingly ragged and\nruinous.Prince Rupert, the Constable, had begun to trim up the keep or\nhigh round Tower, and handsomely adorned his hall with furniture of\narms, which was very singular, by so disposing the pikes, muskets,\npistols, bandoleers, holsters, drums, back, breast, and headpieces, as\nwas very extraordinary.Daniel went to the office.Thus, those huge steep stairs ascending to it\nhad the walls invested with this martial furniture, all new and bright,\nso disposing the bandoleers, holsters, and drums, as to represent\nfestoons, and that without any confusion, trophy-like.Sandra grabbed the milk there.From the hall we\nwent into his bedchamber, and ample rooms hung with tapestry, curious\nand effeminate pictures, so extremely different from the other, which\npresented nothing but war and horror.Sandra put down the milk there.Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra got the milk there.The King passed most of his time in hunting the stag, and walking in the\npark, which he was now planting with rows of trees.Daniel went to the garden.To visit Sir Richard Lashford, my kinsman, and Mr.Charles Howard, at his extraordinary garden, at Deepden.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Arthur Onslow, at West\nClandon, a pretty dry seat on the Downs, where we dined in his great\nroom.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.Hussey, who, being near Wotton, lives\nin a sweet valley, deliciously watered.To Albury, to see how that garden proceeded, which\nI found exactly done to the design and plot I had made, with the crypta\nthrough the mountain in the park, thirty perches in length.Daniel took the football there.Such a\nPausilippe[20] is nowhere in England.The canal was now digging, and the\nvineyard planted.[Footnote 20: A word adopted by Evelyn for a subterranean passage,\n    from the famous grot of Pausilippo, at Naples.]Mary moved to the office.I spent the whole afternoon in private with the\nTreasurer who put into my hands those secret pieces and transactions\nconcerning the Dutch war, and particularly the expedition of Bergen, in\nwhich he had himself the chief part, and gave me instructions,Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Dined with the Treasurer; and, after dinner, we\nwere shut up together.I received other [further] advices, and ten paper\nbooks of dispatches and treaties; to return which again I gave a note\nunder my hand to Mr.I was this morning fifty years of age; the Lord\nteach me to number my days so as to apply them to his glory!Saw the Prince of Orange, newly come to see the\nKing, his uncle; he has a manly, courageous, wise countenance,\nresembling his mother and the Duke of Gloucester, both deceased.John picked up the apple there.I now also saw that famous beauty, but in my opinion of a childish,\nsimple, and baby face, Mademoiselle Querouaille,[21] lately Maid of\nHonor to Madame, and now to be so to the Queen.I know that the\nfaction of John Adams abuses me pretty heartily.John moved to the office.It\ndoes not disturb me, and they lose their labour; and in return for it I\nam doing America more service, as a neutral nation, than their expensive\nCommissioners can do, and she has that service from me for nothing.1 is only for your own amusement and that of your friends.\"I come now to speak confidentially to you on a private subject.Ellsworth and Davie return to America, Murray will return to\nHolland, and in that case there will be nobody in Paris but Mr.Skipwith\nthat has been in the habit of transacting business with the french\nGovernment since the revolution began.He is on a good standing with\nthem, and if the chance of the day should place you in the presidency\nyou cannot do better than appoint him for any purpose you may have\noccasion for in France.He is an honest man and will do his country\nJustice, and that with civility and good manners to the government he\nis commissioned to act with; a faculty which that Northern Bear Timothy\nPickering wanted, and which the Bear of that Bear, John Adams, never\npossessed.Murray, otherwise than of his unfriendliness to\nevery American who is not of his faction, but I am sure that Joel Barlow\nis a much fitter man to be in Holland than Mr.It is upon\nthe fitness of the man to the place that I speak, for I have not\ncommunicated a thought upon the subject to Barlow, neither does he\nknow, at the time of my writing this (for he is at Havre), that I have\nintention to do it.Mary went to the office.\"I will now, by way of relief, amuse you with some account of the\nprogress of Iron Bridges.Burke's attack\nupon it, drew me off from any pontifical Works.Since my coming from\nEngland in '92, an Iron Bridge of a single arch 236 feet span versed\nsine 34 feet, has been cast at the Iron Works of the Walkers where my\nmodel was, and erected over the river Wear at Sunderland in the county\nof Durham in England.The two members in Parliament for the County,\nMr.Milbank, were the principal subscribers; but the\ndirection was committed to Mr.A very sincere friend of mineJohn discarded the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Monroe well knows,\nsupposing they had taken their plan from my model wrote to Mr.Milbank answered the letter, which answer I have\nby me and I give you word for word the part concerning the Bridge: 'With\nrespect to the Bridge over the river Wear at Sunderland it certainly is\na Work well deserving admiration both for its structure, durability\nand utility, and I have good grounds for saying that the first Idea was\ntaken from Mr.Daniel travelled to the garden.Paine's bridge exhibited at Paddington.John picked up the milk there.But with respect\nto any compensation to Mr.Mary moved to the garden.Paine, however desirous of rewarding the\nlabours of an ingenious man, I see not how it is in my power, having had\nnothing to do with his bridge after the payment of my subscription, Mr.Mary went to the bathroom.But if you can point out\nany mode by which I can be instrumental in procuring for Mr.Mary moved to the bedroom.P. any\ncompensation for the advantages which the public may have derived from\nhis ingenious model, from which certainly the outlines of the Bridge\nat Sunderland was taken, be assured it will afford me very great\nsatisfaction.'\"I have now made two other models, one is pasteboard, five feet span\nand five inches of height from the cords.It is in the opinion of every\nperson who has seen it one of the most beautiful objects the eye can\nbehold.I then cast a model in Metal following the construction of that\nin pasteboard and of the same dimensions.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.John moved to the hallway.The whole was executed in my\nown Chamber.Daniel picked up the football there.It is far superior in strength, elegance, and readiness in\nexecution to the model I made in America, and which you saw in Paris.Daniel discarded the football there.Mary travelled to the hallway.I\nshall bring those Models with me when I come home, which will be as soon\nas I can pass the seas in safety from the piratical John Bulls.Mary travelled to the garden.Daniel took the football there.\"I suppose you have seen, or have heard of the Bishop of Landaff's\nanswer to my second part of the Age of reason.Daniel moved to the bathroom.As soon as I got a\ncopy of it I began a third part, which served also as an answer to the\nBishop; but as soon as the clerical Society for promoting _Christian\nKnowledge_ knew of my intention to answer the Bishop, they prosecuted,\nas a Society, the printer of the first and second parts, to prevent that\nanswer appearing.No other reason than this can be assigned for their\nprosecuting at the time they did, because the first part had been in\ncirculation above three years and the second part more than one, and\nthey prosecuted immediately on knowing that I was taking up their\nChampion.Burke's attack on the french\nrevolution; served me as a back-ground to bring forward other subjects\nupon, with more advantage than if the background was not there.Daniel travelled to the office.John journeyed to the garden.This is\nthe motive that induced me to answer him, otherwise I should have gone\nonJohn left the milk.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "I have made and am still making\nadditions to the manuscript, and shall continue to do so till an\nopportunity arrive for publishing it.\"If any American frigate should come to france, and the direction of\nit fall to you, I will be glad you would give me the opportunity of\nreturning.Daniel moved to the bedroom.The abscess under which I suffered almost two years is\nentirely healed of itself, and I enjoy exceeding good health.This is\nthe first of October, and Mr.Skipwith has just called to tell me the\nCommissioners set off for Havre tomorrow.This will go by the frigate\nbut not with the knowledge of the Commissioners.Daniel took the milk there.Remember me with much\naffection to my friends and accept the same to yourself.\"As the Commissioners did not leave when they expected, Paine added\nseveral other letters to Jefferson, on public affairs.In one (October\n1st) he says he has information of increasing aversion in the English\npeople to their government.Daniel left the milk.John went to the bedroom.\"It was the hope of conquest, and is now the\nhope of peace that keeps it [Pitt's administration] up.\"When\nsuspicion wakes the credit vanishes as the dream would.\"\"England has a\nlarge Navy, and the expense of it leads to her ruin.\"The English nation\nis tired of war, longs for peace, \"and calculates upon defeat as\nit would upon victory.\"John grabbed the apple there.Still, Merman\nwas resolved to muster all the learning within his reach, and he\nwandered day and night through many wildernesses of German print, he\ntried compendious methods of learning oriental tongues, and, so to\nspeak, getting at the marrow of languages independently of the bones,\nfor the chance of finding details to corroborate his own views, or\npossibly even to detect Grampus in some oversight or textual tampering.All other work was neglected: rare clients were sent away and amazed\neditors found this maniac indifferent to his chance of getting\nbook-parcels from them.Sandra went back to the garden.It was many months before Merman had satisfied\nhimself that he was strong enough to face round upon his adversary.Mary journeyed to the garden.But\nat last he had prepared sixty condensed pages of eager argument which\nseemed to him worthy to rank with the best models of controversial\nwriting.John got the milk there.He had acknowledged his mistakes, but had restated his theory\nso as to show that it was left intact in spite of them; and he had even\nfound cases in which Ziphius, Microps, Scrag Whale the explorer, and\nother Cetaceans of unanswerable authority, were decidedly at issue with\nGrampus.John travelled to the hallway.Especially a passage cited by this last from that greatest of\nfossils Megalosaurus was demonstrated by Merman to be capable of three\ndifferent interpretations, all preferable to that chosen by Grampus, who\ntook the words in their most literal sense; for, 1 deg., the incomparable\nSaurian, alike unequalled in close observation and far-glancing\ncomprehensiveness, might haveDaniel journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In fine, Merman wound up his\nrejoinder by sincerely thanking the eminent adversary without whose\nfierce assault he might not have undertaken a revision in the course of\nwhich he had met with unexpected and striking confirmations of his own\nfundamental views.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary grabbed the football there.Mary put down the football.Evidently Merman's anger was at white heat.Daniel picked up the football there.John travelled to the garden.The rejoinder being complete, all that remained was to find a suitable\nmedium for its publication.Mary moved to the garden.Distinguished mediums\nwould not lend themselves to contradictions of Grampus, or if they\nwould, Merman's article was too long and too abstruse, while he would\nnot consent to leave anything out of an article which had no\nsuperfluities; for all this happened years ago when the world was at a\ndifferent stage.John went to the office.At last, however, he got his rejoinder printed, and not\non hard terms, since the medium, in every sense modest, did not ask him\nto pay for its insertion.But if Merman expected to call out Grampus again, he was mistaken.Mary got the milk there.Everybody felt it too absurd that Merman should undertake to correct\nGrampus in matters of erudition, and an eminent man has something else\nto do than to refute a petty objector twice over.Mary left the milk there.What was essential had\nbeen done: the public had been enabled to form a true judgment of\nMerman's incapacity, the Magicodumbras and Zuzumotzis were but\nsubsidiary elements in Grampus's system, and Merman might now be dealt\nwith by younger members of the master's school.Daniel put down the football.But he had at least the\nsatisfaction of finding that he had raised a discussion which would not\nbe let die.John went to the bedroom.Mary got the milk there.The followers of Grampus took it up with an ardour and\nindustry of research worthy of their exemplar.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Butzkopf made it the\nsubject of an elaborate _Einleitung_ to his important work, _Die\nBedeutung des Aegyptischen Labyrinthes_; and Dugong, in a remarkable\naddress which he delivered to a learned society in Central Europe,\nintroduced Merman's theory with so much power of sarcasm that it became\na theme of more or less derisive allusion to men of many tongues.Merman\nwith his Magicodumbras and Zuzumotzis was on the way to become a\nproverb, being used illustratively by many able journalists who took\nthose names of questionable things to be Merman's own invention, \"than\nwhich,\" said one of the graver guides, \"we can recall few more\nmelancholy examples of speculative aberration.\"Mary discarded the milk.Naturally the subject\npassed into popular literature, and figured very commonly in advertised\nprogrammes.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the milk there.The fluent Loligo, the formidable Shark, and a youngerDaniel travelled to the office.Mary picked up the apple there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the bathroom.They tossed\nhim on short sentences; they swathed him in paragraphs of winding\nimagery; they found him at once a mere plagiarist and a theoriser of\nunexampled perversity, ridiculously wrong about _potzis_ and ignorant of\nPali; they hinted, indeed, at certain things which to their knowledge he\nhad silently brooded over in his boyhood, and seemed tolerably well\nassured that this preposterous attempt to gainsay an incomparable\nCetacean of world-wide fame had its origin in a peculiar mixture of\nbitterness and eccentricity which, rightly estimated and seen in its\ndefinite proportions, would furnish the best key to his argumentation.John travelled to the office.John grabbed the apple there.Sandra took the football there.Sandra dropped the football there.Sandra took the football there.Daniel moved to the bathroom.All alike were sorry for Merman's lack of sound learning, but how could\ntheir readers be sorry?John journeyed to the kitchen.Sound learning would not have been amusing; and\nas it was, Merman was made to furnish these readers with amusement at no\nexpense of trouble on their part.Sandra travelled to the garden.Even burlesque writers looked into his\nbook to see where it could be made use of, and those who did not know\nhim were desirous of meeting him at dinner as one likely to feed their\ncomic vein.\"You wanted\nnothing in your pretty house at Montreuil.\"\"Ah, brother,\" she answered, \"how can I have any regret when I partake\nyour misfortunes?\"The Queen had frequently to take on herself some of the humble duties of a\nservant.when the anniversary\nof some State festival brought the contrast between past and present with\nunusual keenness before him.John put down the apple.\"Ah, Madame,\" he once exclaimed, \"what an employment for a Queen of\nFrance!Who would have foreseen that, in\nuniting your lot to mine, you would have descended so low?\"Sandra went to the hallway.\"And do you esteem as nothing,\" she replied, \"the glory of being the wife\nof one of the best and most persecuted of men?Sandra went back to the bedroom.John picked up the apple there.Are not such misfortunes\nthe noblest honours?\"Sandra moved to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the garden.--[Alison's \"History of Europe,\" vol.Sandra went to the bedroom.Meanwhile the Assembly had decided that the King should be brought to\ntrial.John put down the apple.Nearly all parties, except the Girondists, no matter how bitterly\nopposed to each other, could agree in making him the scapegoat; and the\nfirst rumour of the approaching ordeal was conveyed to the Temple by\nClery's wife, who, with a friend, had permission occasionally to visit\nhim.John grabbed the apple there.John left the apple there.Sandra left the football there.John journeyed to the bathroom.\"I did not know how to announce this terrible news to the King,\" he\nsays; \"but time was pressing, and he had forbidden my conceMary journeyed to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "In the evening, while undressing him, I gave him an account of\nall I had learnt, and added that there were only four days to concert some\nplan of corresponding with the Queen.Sandra moved to the hallway.The arrival of the municipal\nofficer would not allow me to say more.Next morning, when the King rose,\nI could not get a moment for speaking with him.He went up with his son\nto breakfast with the Princesses, and I followed.Mary took the apple there.John moved to the garden.After breakfast he\ntalked long with the Queen, who, by a look full of trouble, made me\nunderstand that they were discussing what I had told the King.John moved to the bedroom.During the\nday I found an opportunity of describing to Madame Elisabeth how much it\nhad cost me to augment the King's distresses by informing him of his\napproaching trial.She reassured me, saying that the King felt this as a\nmark of attachment on my part, and added, 'That which most troubles him is\nthe fear of being separated from us.'In the evening the King told me how\nsatisfied he was at having had warning that he was to appear before the\nConvention.'Continue,' he said, 'to endeavour to find out something as\nto what they want to do with me.I have\nagreed with my family not to seem pre-informed, in order not to compromise\nyou.'\"Daniel moved to the kitchen.On the 11th December, at five o'clock in the morning, the prisoners heard\nthe generale beaten throughout Paris, and cavalry and cannon entered the\nTemple gardens.At nine the King and the Dauphin went as usual to\nbreakfast with the Queen.John went to the garden.They were allowed to remain together for an\nhour, but constantly under the eyes of their republican guardians.At\nlast they were obliged to part, doubtful whether they would ever see each\nother again.The little Prince, who remained with his father, and was\nignorant of the new cause for anxiety, begged hard that the King would\nplay at ninepins with him as usual.Mary put down the apple there.Twice the Dauphin could not get\nbeyond a certain number.Mary picked up the apple there.\"Each time that I get up to sixteen,\" he said,\nwith some vexation, \"I lose the game.\"Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the office.The King did not reply, but Clery\nfancied the words made a painful impression on him.At eleven, while the King was giving the Dauphin a reading lesson, two\nmunicipal officers entered and said they had come \"to take young Louis to\nhis mother.\"The King inquired why, but was only told that such were the\norders of the Council.At one o'clock the Mayor of Paris, Chambon,\naccompanied by Chaumette, Procureur de la Commune, Santerre, commandant of\nthe National Guard, and others, arrived at the Temple and read a decree to\nthe King, which ordered that \"Louis Capet\" should be brought before the\nConvention.\"Capet is not my name,\" he replied, \"but that of one of my", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I could have wished,\" he added, \"that you had left my son with\nme during the last two hours.Mary went back to the office.But this treatment is consistent with all I\nhave experienced here.Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel left the milk.I follow you, not because I recognise the\nauthority of the Convention, but because I can be compelled to obey it.\"Daniel picked up the football there.He then followed the Mayor to a carriage which waited, with a numerous\nescort, at the gate of the Temple.The family left behind were\noverwhelmed with grief and apprehension.Daniel left the football.Daniel went to the garden.\"It is impossible to describe\nthe anxiety we suffered,\" says Madame Royale.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"My mother used every\nendeavour with the officer who guarded her to discover what was passing;\nit was the first time she had condescended to question any of these men.Daniel went to the bedroom.Daniel got the apple there.Trial of the King.--Parting of the Royal Family.--Execution.The crowd was immense as, on the morning of the 11th December, 1792, Louis\nXVI.John journeyed to the bedroom.was driven slowly from the Temple to the Convention, escorted by\ncavalry, infantry, and artillery.Sandra picked up the milk there.Paris looked like an armed camp: all\nthe posts were doubled; the muster-roll of the National Guard was called\nover every hour; a picket of two hundred men watched in the court of each\nof the right sections; a reserve with cannon was stationed at the\nTuileries, and strong detachments patroled the streets and cleared the\nroad of all loiterers.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI suppose so.Either they have been warned, or the water is\nreaching them by this time.Daniel journeyed to the garden.JEANNE\n\nDo you think so, Emil?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes.It seems to me that I hear the sound of the water from that\nside.Daniel moved to the hallway.John moved to the garden._All listen and look in the direction from which the noise came._\n\nDOCTOR\n\n_Uneasily._\n\nHow unpleasant this is!MAURICE\n\nFather, it seems to me I hear voices.Listen--it sounds as\nthough they are crying there.Sandra dropped the milk.Daniel discarded the apple.Father, the\nPrussians are crying._A distant, dull roaring of a crowd is heard.The searchlights are\nswaying from side to side._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIt is they.DOCTOR\n\nIf we don't start in a quarter of an hour--\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIn half an hour, Doctor.MAURICE\n\nFather, how beautiful and how terrible it is!JEANNE\n\nWhat is it?MAURICE\n\nI want to kiss it.JEANNE\n\nWhat a foolish little boy you are, Maurice.MAURICE\n\nMonsieur Langloi said that in three days from now I may removeDaniel took the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the apple there.Just think of it, in three days I shall be able to\ntake up my gun again!...Daniel dropped the apple.The\nchauffeur and the doctor draw their revolvers.John moved to the hallway.A figure appears\nfrom the field, approaching from one of the ditches.A peasant,\nwounded in the leg, comes up slowly, leaning upon a cane._\n\nMAURICE\n\nWho is there?PEASANT\n\nOur own, our own.Daniel took the apple there.MAURICE\n\nYes, we're going to the city.Daniel left the apple.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.Our car has broken down, we're\nrepairing it.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.PEASANT\n\nWhat am I doing here?Daniel went back to the hallway.They also look at him\nattentively, by the light of the lantern._\n\nCHAUFFEUR\n\nGive me the light!PEASANT\n\nAre you carrying a wounded man?John picked up the apple there.I\ncannot walk, it is very hard.John picked up the football there.I lay there in the ditch and when I heard you\nspeak French I crawled out.DOCTOR\n\nHow were you wounded?Mary went to the garden.PEASANT\n\nI was walking in the field and they shot me.John left the apple.They must have\nthought I was a rabbit._Laughs hoarsely._\n\nThey must have thought I was a rabbit.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Mary moved to the office.What is the news,\ngentlemen?Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.MAURICE\n\nDon't you know?PEASANT\n\nWhat can I know?Mary journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the office.John picked up the apple there.I lay there and looked at the sky--that's all I\nknow.Just look at it, I have been watching\nit all the time.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.What is that I see in the sky, eh?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nSit down near us.MAURICE\n\nListen, sit down here.John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.They are\ncrying there--the Prussians!John travelled to the office.They must have learned of\nit by this time.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Listen, it is so far, and yet we can hear!Mary went to the bathroom._The peasant laughs hoarsely._\n\nMAURICE\n\nSit down, right here, the automobile is large.John journeyed to the bathroom.CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Muttering._\n\nSit down, sit down!DOCTOR\n\n_Uneasily._\n\nWhat is it?Mary went to the hallway.MAURICE\n\nWhat an unfortunate mishap!Sandra journeyed to the office.JEANNE\n\n_Agitated._\n\nThey shot you like a rabbit?Do you hear, Emil--they thought a\nrabbit was running!John left the apple there._Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "JEANNE\n\nDo you hear, Emil?_Laughs._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nJeanne!JEANNE\n\nIt makes me laugh--it seems so comical to me that they mistake\nus for rabbits.And now, what are we now--water rats?Daniel picked up the apple there.Emil, just\npicture to yourself, water rats in an automobile!JEANNE\n\nNo, no, I am not laughing any more, Maurice!_Laughs._\n\nAnd what else are we?PEASANT\n\n_Laughs._\n\nAnd now we must hide in the ground--\n\nJEANNE\n\n_In the same tone._\n\nAnd they will remain on the ground?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nMy dear!MAURICE\n\n_To the doctor._\n\nListen, you must do something.Mamma, we are starting directly, my dear!JEANNE\n\nNo, never mind, I am not laughing any more.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Maurice, I simply felt like talking.I\nwas forever silent, but just now I felt like chattering.Daniel put down the apple there.Mary went back to the bathroom.Emil,\nI am not disturbing you with my talk, am I?John moved to the bathroom.John travelled to the garden.Why is the water so\nquiet, Emil?Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the bedroom.It was the King who said, \"The water is silent,\"\nwas it not?Daniel moved to the kitchen.But I should like to see it roar, crash like\nthunder.... No, I cannot, I cannot bear this silence!Ah, why is\nit so quiet--I cannot bear it!MAURICE\n\n_To the chauffeur._\n\nMy dear fellow, please hurry up!Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.CHAUFFEUR\n\nYes, yes!JEANNE\n\n_Suddenly cries, threatening._\n\nBut I cannot bear it!Daniel moved to the garden._Covers her mouth with her hands; sobs._\n\nI cannot!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nAll will end well, Jeanne.JEANNE\n\n_Sobbing, but calming herself somewhat._\n\nI cannot bear it!John went back to the hallway.Mary moved to the office.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nAll will end well, Jeanne!Mary got the apple there.I am suffering, but I know this, Jeanne!Sandra went to the bathroom.CHAUFFEUR\n\nIn a moment, in a moment.EMIL GRELIEU\n\n_Faintly._\n\nJeanne!JEANNE\n\nYes, yes, I know.... Forgive me, forgive me, I will soon--\n\n_A loud, somewhat hoarse voice of a girl comes from the dark._\n\nGIRL\n\nTell me how I can find my way to Lonua!The funeral was going to West Chester; one of the vehicles contained\nMadame Bonneville and her children; and the Quaker was not an Irishman.Mary left the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen.I have ascertained that a Quaker did follow Paine, and that it was\nWillett Hicks.Hicks, who has left us his testimony that Paine was \"a\ngood man, and an honest man,\" may have said that Paine's friends were\nglad that he was gone, for it was only humane to so feel, but all\nsaid about \"intemperance and frailties\" is doubtless a gloss of the\ncorrespondent, like the \"drunken Irishmen\" substituted for Madame\nBonneville and her family.John picked up the milk there.John left the milk.Could the gentleman of the sulky have appreciated the historic dignity\nof that little _cortege_ he would have turned his horse's head and\nfollowed it.Sandra went to the garden.Those two <DW64>s, travelling twenty-five miles on foot,\nrepresented the homage of a race for whose deliverance Paine had pleaded\nfrom his first essay written in America to his recent entreaty for\nthe President's intervention in behalf of the slaughtered <DW64>s of\nDomingo.Mary went to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Sandra took the football there.* One of those vehicles bore the wife of an oppressed French\nauthor, and her sons, one of whom was to do gallant service to this\ncountry in the War of 1812, the other to explore the unknown West.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Behind the Quaker preacher, who would rather take his chance in the next\nworld with Paine than with any man in New York, was following invisibly\nanother of his family and name, who presently built up Hicksite\nQuakerism, the real monument of Paine, to whom unfriendly Friends\nrefused a grave.John took the milk there.John put down the milk there.* \"On the last day men shall wear On their heads the dust,\n     As ensign and as ornament Of their lowly trust.\"--Hafis.The grand people of America were not there, the clergy were not there;\nbut beside the <DW64>s stood the Quaker preacher and the French Catholic\nwoman.Madame Bonneville placed her son Benjamin--afterwards General in\nthe United States army--at one end of the grave, and standing herself at\nthe other end, cried, as the earth fell on the coffin: \"Oh, Mr.John went to the bathroom.Paine,\nmy son stands here as testimony of the gratitude of America, and I for\nFrance!\"No sooner was Paine dead than the ghoul sat gloating upon him.I found\nin the Rush papers a letter from Cheetham (July 31st) to Benjamin Rush:\n\"Since Mr.Sandra put down the football.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Paine's arrival in this city from Washington, when on his way\nyou very properly avoided him, his life, keeping the lowest company,\nhas been an uninterrupted scene of filth, vulgarity, and drunkenness.As\nto the reports, that on his deathbed he had something like compunctious\nvisitings of conscience with regard to his deistical writings and\nSandra travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.He resisted very angrily, and\nwith a sort of triumphant and obstinate pride, all attempts to draw him\nfrom those doctrines.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Much as you must have seen in the course of your\nprofessional practice of everything that is offensive in the poorest\nand most depraved of the species, perhaps you have met with nothing\nexcelling the miserable condition of Mr.It may indeed be said that he was totally neglected and\nforgotten.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Bournville (sic) a woman, I cannot say a Lady, whom\nhe brought with him from Paris, the wife of a Parisian of that name,\nseemed desirous of hastening his death.Daniel went back to the hallway.He died at Greenwich, in a small\nroom he had hired in a very obscure house.He was hurried to his grave\nwith hardly an attending person.Daniel picked up the football there.An ill-natured epitaph, written on him\nin 1796, when it was supposed he was dead, incorrectly describes the\nlatter end of his life.He\n\n     \"Blasphemes the Almighty, lives in filth like a hog,\n     Is abandoned in death and interr'd like a dog.\"The object of this letter was to obtain from Rush, for publication, some\nabuse of Paine; but the answer honored Paine, save for his heresy, and\nis quoted by freethinkers as a tribute.Within a year the grave opened for Cheetham also, and he sank into it\nbranded by the law as the slanderer of a woman's honor, and scourged by\nthe community as a traitor in public life.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.The day of Paine's death was a day of judgment.Daniel journeyed to the office.Daniel grabbed the milk there.He had not been struck\nblind or dumb; Satan had not carried him off; he had lived beyond\nhis threescore years and ten and died peacefully in his bed.John moved to the hallway.Mary grabbed the apple there.The\nself-appointed messengers of Zeus had managed to vex this Prometheus who\nbrought fire to men, but could not persuade him to whine for mercy,\nnor did the predicted thunderbolts come.This immunity of Thomas Paine\nbrought the deity of dogma into a dilemma.Daniel discarded the milk.It could be explained only\non the the theory of an apology made and accepted by the said deity.Plainly there had to be a recantation somewhere.Daniel took the milk there.Either Paine had to\nrecant or Dogma had to recant.The excitement was particularly strong among the Quakers, who regarded\nPaine as an apostate Quaker, and perhaps felt compromised by his desire\nto be buried among them.Mary discarded the apple.John went to the office.Willett Hicks told Gilbert Vale that he had\nbeen beset by pleading questions.Mary grabbed the apple there.\"Did thee never hear him call on\nChrist?\"Daniel left the football.\"As for money,\" said Hicks, \"I could have had any sum.\"Mary went to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.There\nwas found, later on, a Quakeress, formerly a servant in the family of\nWillett Hicks, not proof against such temptations.She pretended that\nshe was sent to carry some delicacy to Paine, and heard him cry \"Lord\nJesus have mercy upon me\"; she also heard him declare \"if the Devil has\never had any agency in any work he has had it in my writing that book\n[the 'Age of Reason'].\"* Few souls are now so belated as to credit such\nstories; but my readers may form some conception of the mental condition\nof the community in which Paine died from the fact that such absurdities\nwere printed, believed, spread through the world.The Quaker servant\nbecame a heroine, as the one divinely appointed witness of Tom Paine's\nrecantation.Daniel went back to the bedroom.* \"Life and Gospel Labors of Stephen Grellet.\"Mary went back to the kitchen.Thus more than a month passed without bringing to the distracted\nfather any tidings of his missing child.We may as well remark here, that Rosenthrall had lost his wife many\nyears before, and that Hellena was his only child, so that in losing\nher he felt that he had lost everything.Mary got the football there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.The Indians whom he had employed to aid him in his search, informed\nhim that they could learn nothing of his daughter among their people,\nand some of them who were acquainted with Fire Cloud, told him that\nthe old chief protested he knew nothing of the matter.John journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel got the apple there.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel dropped the apple.Mary left the football.Could it be that Flint was playing him false?Mary journeyed to the bedroom.He could hardly think that it was Flint himself who had stolen his\nchild, for what motive could he have in doing it?The more he endeavored to unravel the mystery, the stranger and more\nmysterious it became.John moved to the hallway.Notwithstanding the statements to the contrary made by the Indians,\nFlint persisted in giving it as his belief, that Fire Cloud had\ncarried off the girl and was still holding her a prisoner.John went back to the bedroom.Sandra got the apple there.He even\nsaid that the chief had admitted as much to him.John went to the kitchen.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.Yet he was sure that\nif he was allowed to manage the affair in his own way, he should be\nable to bring the Indian to terms.It was about this time that the dark suspicions began to be whispered\nabout that Captain Flint was in some way connected with the horrible\npiracies that had recently been perpetrated on the coast, if he were\nnot in reality the leader of the desperate gang himself, by whom they\nhad been perpetrated.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Those suspicions as we have seen, coming to Flint's own ears, had\ncaused him to plan another project still more horrible than the one he\nwas pursuing, in order to quiet those suspicions until he should have\nan opportunity of capturing the rich prize which wasSandra put down the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the office.Mary went back to the kitchen.The suspicions in regard to Captain Flint had reached the ears of\nRosenthrall, as well as others, who had been secretly concerned with\nhim in his smuggling transactions, although in no way mixed up with\nhis piracies.John picked up the football there.Rosenthrall feared that in case these suspicions against Flint should\nlead to his arrest, the whole matter would come out and be exposed,\nleading to the disgrace if not the ruin, of all concerned.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.It was therefore with a feeling of relief, while joining in the\ngeneral expression of horror, that he heard of a most terrible piracy\nhaving been committed on the coast.Captain Flint's vessel was lying\nin port, and he was known to be in the city.John put down the football.There was one thing too connected with this affair that seemed to\nprove conclusively, that the suspicions heretofore harboured against\nthe captain were unjust.Sandra got the apple there.And that was the report brought by the crew of a fishing smack, that\nthey had seen a schooner answering to the description given of the\npirate, just before this horrible occurrence took place.Captain Flint now assumed the bearing of a man whose fair fame had\nbeen purified of some foul blot stain that had been unjustly cast upon\nit, one who had been honorably acquitted of base charges brought\nagainst him by enemies who had sought his ruin.He had not been ignorant, he said, of the dark suspicions that had\nbeen thrown out against him.John went to the office.But he had trusted to time to vindicate his character, and he had not\ntrusted in vain.Among the first to congratulate Captain Flint on his escape from the\ndanger with which he had been threatened, was Carl Rosenthrall.John went back to the garden.He admitted that he had been to some extent, tainted with suspicion,\nin common with others, for which he now asked his forgiveness.John moved to the bathroom.The pardon was of course granted by the captain, coupled with hope\nthat he would not be so easily led away another time.The facts in regard to this last diabolical act of the pirates were\nthese.Captain Flint, in accordance with the plan which he had decided upon,\nand with which the reader has already been made acquainted, fitted out\na small fishing vessel, manned by some of the most desperate of his\ncrew, and commanded by the Parson and Old Ropes.Sandra left the apple.Daniel journeyed to the office.Most of the men went on board secretly at night, only three men\nappearing on deck when she set sail.In fact, no one to look at her, would take her for anything but an\nordinary fishing smack.John went back to the garden.They had not been out long, before they came in sight of a vessel\nwhich they thought would answer their purpose.John travelled to the office.John travelled to the garden.Mary went back to the office.John grabbed the football there.It was a small brig\nengaged in trading along the coast, and such a vessel as under\nordinary circumstances they would hardly think worth noticing.John left the football.But\ntheir object was not plunderJohn travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the garden.The time seemed to favor them, for the night was closing in and there\nwere no other vessels in sight.On the pirates making a signal of distress, the commander of the brig\nbrought his vessel to, until the boat from the supposed smack could\nreach him, and the crew could make their wants known.Mary took the milk there.Sandra went to the bedroom.To his surprise six men fully armed sprang upon his deck.Sandra went to the kitchen.To resist this force there were only himself, and two men, all\nunarmed.Of these the pirates made short work not deigning to answer the\nquestions put to them by their unfortunate victims.When they had murdered all on board, and thrown overboard such of the\ncargo as they did not want they abandoned the brig, knowing from the\ndirection of the wind, and the state of the tide, that she would soon\ndrift on the beach, and the condition in which she would be found,\nwould lead people to believe that she had been boarded by pirates, and\nall on board put to death.[187] (From Laborde\u2019s\n\u2018Monumens de la France.\u2019)]\n\nThere still remains in France another class of arches, certainly not\ntriumphal, but so similar to those just mentioned that it is difficult\nto separate the one from the other.John journeyed to the bathroom.The most important of these are two\nat Autun, called respectively the Porte Arroux and the Porte St.Andr\u00e9,\na view of which is given in Woodcut No.Each of these has two\ncentral large archways for carriages, and one on each side for\nfoot-passengers.Their most remarkable peculiarity is the light arcade\nor gallery that runs across the top of them, replacing the attic of the\nRoman arch, and giving a degree of lightness combined with height that\nthose never possessed.These gates were certainly not meant for defence,\nand the apartment over them could scarcely be applied to utilitarian\npurposes; so that we may, I believe, consider it as a mere ornamental\nappendage, or as a balcony for display on festal occasions.Daniel went back to the kitchen.It appears,\nhowever, to offer a better hint for modern arch-builders than any other\nexample of its class.Plan of Porta Nigra at Tr\u00e8ves.View of the Porta Nigra at Tr\u00e8ves.]Sandra took the apple there.Even more interesting than these gates at Autun is that called the Porta\nNigra at Tr\u00e8ves; for though far ruder in style and coarser in detail, as\nmight be expected from the remoteness of the province where it is found,\nit is far more complete.Indeed it is the only example of its class\nwhich we possess in anything like its original state.Sandra dropped the apple there.Its front consists\nof a double archway surmounted by an arcaded gallery, like the French\nexamples.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra took the football there.Mary went back to the hallway.Within this is a rectangular court which seems never to have\nbeen roofed, and beyond this a second double archway similar toSandra put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "At the ends of the court, projecting each way beyond the face of\nthe gateway and the gallery surmounting it, are two wings four storeys\nin height, containing a series of apartments in the form of small\nbasilicas, all similar to one another, and measuring about 55 ft.John moved to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.It is not easy to understand how these were approached, as there is no\nstair and no place for one.Of course there must have been some mode of\naccess, and perhaps it may have been on the site of the apse, shown in\nthe plan (Woodcut No.Mary went back to the bedroom.219), which was added when the building was\nconverted into a church in the Middle Ages.Mary moved to the office.Sandra moved to the garden.These apartments were\nprobably originally used as courts or chambers of justice, thus\nrealising, more nearly than any other European example I am acquainted\nwith, the idea of a gate of justice.Notwithstanding its defects of detail, there is a variety in the outline\nof this building and a boldness of profile that render it an extremely\npleasing example of the style adopted; and though exhibiting many of the\nfaults incidental to the design of the Colosseum, it possesses all that\nrepetition of parts and Gothic feeling of design which give such value\nto its dimensions, though these are far from being contemptible, the\nbuilding being 115 ft.wide by 95 in height to the top of the wings.(From Laborde\u2019s \u2018Monumens de la\nFrance.\u2019)]\n\nThere probably were many similar gates of justice in the province, but\nall have perished, unless we except those at Autun just described.I am\nconvinced that at that place there were originally such wings as these\nat Tr\u00e8ves, and that the small church, the apse of which is seen on the\nright hand (woodcut No.220), stands upon the foundations of one of\nthese.John travelled to the garden.A slight excavation on the opposite side would settle this point\nat once.Sandra went back to the hallway.If it could be proved that these gateways at Autun had such\nlateral adjuncts, it would at once explain the use of the gallery over\nthe arch, which otherwise looks so unmeaning, but would be intelligible\nas a passage connecting the two wings together.Another form also is that of an arch at the entrance of a bridge,\ngenerally bearing an inscription commemorative of its building.Its\npurpose is thus closely connected with that of the arches before\nmentioned, which commemorate the execution of roads.Most of the great\nbridges of Italy and Spain were so adorned; but unfortunately they have\neither been used as fortifications in the Middle Ages, or removed in\nmodern times to make room for the increased circulation of traffic.That\nbuilt by Trajan on his noble bridge at Alcantara in Spain is well known;\nand there exists a double-arched bridge at Saintes, in the south of\nFrance.The most elegant and most perfect specimen, however, of this\nclass is that of St.Mary took the football there.Chamas in ProSandra journeyed to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It consists of two arches, one at each end of the bridge, of singular\nelegance of form and detail.John grabbed the milk there.Although it bears a still legible\ninscription, it is uncertain to what age it belongs, probably that of\nthe Antonines: and I would account for the purity of its details by\nreferring to the Greek element that pervades the south of France.John left the milk.Whether this is so or not, it is impossible not to admire not only the\ndesign of the whole bridge with its two arches, but the elegance with\nwhich the details have been executed.Sandra took the milk there.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Used in this mode as commencements of roads, or entrances to bridges, or\nas festal entrances to unfortified towns, there are perhaps no monuments\nof the second class more appropriate or more capable of architectural\nexpression than these arches, though all of them have been more or less\nspoiled by an incongruous order being applied to them.Well might its officers and men carry their\nheads high, and feel elated with pride as they received the\ncongratulations and commendations showered on them from all sides.They\nfelt they had done their duty, and given the \"tottering giant\" a blow that\nlaid him prostrate at their feet, never, it is to be hoped, to rise again.Sandra put down the milk.John journeyed to the office.On my arrival here from Batavia in 1694, the\nThombo-keeper, Pieter Bolscho, pointed out to me that this description\nof land was again unsatisfactory, and that it would not serve its\npurpose, as stated by me in the Annual Compendiums of November 30,\n1694 and 1695.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.It was therefore necessary to have this work done for\nthe third time, and to measure again all the lands which had been\nsurveyed already.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the garden.This time a scheme was drawn up with the help of the\nsaid Mr.John grabbed the apple there.Sandra got the milk there.Bolscho, and the work has succeeded so well that the Province\nof Walligamme, which alone extends over about half of this territory,\nhas been completely surveyed, and will from the last of August yield an\nincrease of revenue of Rds.1,509.5.23 or Fl.4,527.3.4 yearly.Daniel moved to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.I have\nalready written and sent out the bills, as a warning to the people\nto prepare for the payment, and the tax collectors are responsible\nfor the recovery of the amount; so that the small expenditure of this\nnew description will be recouped, and the inhabitants have no cause\nof complaint, because they are only asked to pay their due to the\nlord of the land as they ought to have done long ago.There is also\nto be recovered an amount of Rds.500.2.5 for some small pieces of\nland which were sold on behalf of the Company in 1695 in the village\nof Copay, which no one appears to have demandedJohn moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the bathroom.This must be done\nnow, especially as the expenditure of the new description of lands\nhas, by order of Their Honours contained in the general resolutions\nof October 4, 1694, been written off the general revenue, to which\nmust therefore be now transferred the amount gained thereby, as also\nthe sum of Rds.288.7 which has been received by the survey of some\nlands in Sjeroepittie, Wallalay, and Nierwely, which were occupied and\ncultivated by the inhabitants, but for which they did not pay any rent\nwhile we had the old Thombo, and which we left to them for payment as\nthey had cultivated them.John took the milk there.This was in compliance with the instructions\ncontained in the reply to our letter to Colombo of August 22, 1695,\nreceived December 15 following.If any one among you should not quite\nunderstand this new description of lands, he may find it useful to\nread certain instructions left by Governor Laurens Pyl with regard\nto this subject on February 1, 1679, for the Committee appointed\nto do this work, which instructions must be still observed so far\nas they are applicable to the present circumstances.Sandra moved to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the football there.Your Honours\nwill most likely be aware also of the extensive Memoir compiled on\nmy orders by the said Mr.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Bolscho, and submitted to the Council on\nDecember 15, 1696, and of the reply thereto, as also of the report by\nMr.Blom of August 20, 1692, on the same subject, to which documents\nI here refer.Sandra put down the football.The surveyors are at present at work in the Province of\nWaddemoraatsche, where they have with them two Mudaliyars, in order to\nsettle small differences which might arise among the inhabitants when\ntheir lands are being surveyed.The Mudaliyars act as arbitrators in\nthe presence of the Majoraals of the villages, but important matters\nmust be brought before the Dessave, to be disposed of by him or by\nthe Court of Justice or the Civil Court according to the importance\nof the case.The Dessave must see that the Thombo-keeper, Mr.Pieter\nBolscho, receives all the assistance he requires, and also that the\nnatives who have to serve him in this work are kept in obedience, in\norder that he may not be discouraged and lose the zeal he has shown\nso far in the service of the Company in this difficult work.John moved to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.John dropped the milk.Once\nthis work is completed it will not be required to be done again,\nand we will be able then to prepare separate lists not only of each\nProvince, but also of each village; so that at any time the credits\nor the debits of each tax collector may be seen.[9]\n\nThe tithes are a tax levied on the harvest, and are paid in money.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Last\nyear it amounted to the sum of Rds.8,632.7Mary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.I need not therefore dilate on this subject, and only wish to\nstate that I do not agree with the concluding portion of that report,\nwhere it is stated that this tax is too heavy, and might be reduced to\nhalf the amount as requested by the inhabitants, for which many reasons\nare given pro and con.I think that it can be proved sufficiently that\nthe inhabitants are able to easily pay this imposition of the tithes;\nnot only because they have never complained against it since the year\n1690 during the stay of His Excellency van Mydregt, when they knew\nHis Excellency had the power to grant their request without waiting\nfor further instructions.John got the football there.On that occasion the people of Jaffnapatam\ntried every means of obtaining their wish, but it may be proved that\nsince that time they have become more prosperous--a subject which\nmay be dealt with perhaps later on.Sandra got the milk there.That the payment of the said\ntithes cannot be very difficult for them is proved by the fact that\nif half of the amount, viz., Rds.Sandra left the milk.4,316, be divided over the total\nnumber of inhabitants, the rate for each individual amounts to but\nvery little.John discarded the football.Sandra went to the garden.It is stated as a fact that the rich people possess\nthe largest number of fields, but this shows that they do not need\na reduction of the tithes.John travelled to the garden.[10]\n\nBesides these tithes, one-tenth is also paid for the forests, mud\nlands, &c., which have been granted for cultivation by the successive\nDessaves to different persons with the promise of exemption from any\nimpositions for a period of 3, 4, 6, or more years; on the expiry\nof this period taxes must be paid.Sandra journeyed to the office.She knew now that it would happen again and again, as long as he\nlived.John journeyed to the bedroom.The letter she had received on\nher wedding day was burned into her brain.Mary travelled to the office.There would be that in the\nfuture too, probably.She was making a brave clutch\nat happiness.John moved to the office.But that afternoon of the first day at home she was\nterrified.Mary travelled to the bathroom.She was glad when Anna went and left her alone by her fire.John moved to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.But when she heard a step in the hall, she opened the door herself.She\nhad determined to meet Palmer with a smile.Tears brought nothing;\nshe had learned that already.Mary got the apple there.\"Daughters of joy,\" they called girls like the one on the Avenue.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra went to the kitchen.She waited while, with his back to her, he\nshook himself like a great dog.Mary dropped the apple.He smiled down at her, his kindly eyes lighting.John went to the hallway.\"It's good to be home and to see you again.Sandra went to the bathroom.Won't you come", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.\"All the more reason why you should come,\" she cried gayly, and held the\ndoor wide.Daniel took the milk there.Sandra grabbed the apple there.The little parlor was cheerful with fire and soft lamps, bright with\nsilver vases full of flowers.K. stepped inside and took a critical\nsurvey of the room.\"Between us we have made a pretty good job of this, I\nwith the paper and the wiring, and you with your pretty furnishings and\nyour pretty self.\"Christine saw his approval, and was\nhappier than she had been for weeks.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.She put on the thousand little airs\nand graces that were a part of her--held her chin high, looked up at\nhim with the little appealing glances that she had found were wasted on\nPalmer.She lighted the spirit-lamp to make tea, drew out the best chair\nfor him, and patted a cushion with her well-cared-for hands.\"And see, here's a footstool.\"\"I am ridiculously fond of being babied,\" said K., and quite basked in\nhis new atmosphere of well-being.This was better than his empty room\nupstairs, than tramping along country roads, than his own thoughts.\"Do\ntell me all the scandal of the Street.\"Sandra dropped the apple there.\"There has been no scandal since you went away,\" said K. And, because\neach was glad not to be left to his own thoughts, they laughed at this\nbit of unconscious humor.Daniel put down the milk there.\"Seriously,\" said Le Moyne, \"we have been very quiet.I have had my\nsalary raised and am now rejoicing in twenty-two dollars a week.Just when I had all my ideas fixed for\nfifteen, I get twenty-two and have to reassemble them.Daniel picked up the milk there.\"It is very disagreeable when one's income becomes a burden,\" said\nChristine gravely.Daniel dropped the milk.She was finding in Le Moyne something that she needed just then--a\nsolidity, a sort of dependability, that had nothing to do with\nheaviness.Daniel went back to the kitchen.She felt that here was a man she could trust, almost confide\nin.She liked his long hands, his shabby but well-cut clothes, his fine\nprofile with its strong chin.Daniel went to the bedroom.She left off her little affectations,--a\ntribute to his own lack of them,--and sat back in her chair, watching\nthe fire.When K. chose, he could talk well.Mary went to the bathroom.The Howes had been to Bermuda on\ntheir wedding trip.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra went to the hallway.John picked up the apple there.He knew Bermuda; that gave them a common ground.Daniel went back to the office.Daniel moved to the bedroom.As for K., he frankly enjoyed\nthe little visit--drew himself at last with regret out of his chair.\"You've been very nice to ask me in, Mrs.John went back to the office.\"I hope you\nwill allow me to come again.Daniel travelled to the office.But,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John grabbed the football there.It seemed to Christine she would never be gay again.John journeyed to the office.She did not\nwant him to go away.The sound of his deep voice gave her a sense of\nsecurity.She liked the clasp of the hand he held out to her, when at\nlast he made a move toward the door.Howe I am sorry he missed our little party,\" said Le Moyne.As he closed the door behind him, there was a new light in Christine's\neyes.Things were not right, but, after all, they were not hopeless.John went back to the garden.One\nmight still have friends, big and strong, steady of eye and voice.When\nPalmer came home, the smile she gave him was not forced.The day's exertion had been bad for Anna.John went to the hallway.Le Moyne found her on the\ncouch in the transformed sewing-room, and gave her a quick glance of\napprehension.She was propped up high with pillows, with a bottle of\naromatic ammonia beside her.John dropped the football.\"Just--short of breath,\" she panted.Sidney--is\ncoming home--to supper; and--the others--Palmer and--\"\n\nThat was as far as she got.K., watch in hand, found her pulse thin,\nstringy, irregular.He had been prepared for some such emergency, and he\nhurried into his room for amyl-nitrate.When he came back she was almost\nunconscious.John grabbed the football there.He broke the capsule\nin a towel, and held it over her face.After a time the spasm relaxed,\nbut her condition remained alarming.Harriet, who had come home by that time, sat by the couch and held her\nsister's hand.Only once in the next hour or so did she speak.Harriet was too wretched to\nnotice the professional manner in which K. set to work over Anna.\"I've been a very hard sister to her,\" she said.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.\"If you can pull her\nthrough, I'll try to make up for it.\"It will soon be sunset and moon-rise; we can\nwatch both from the sea.\"Its broad circle had no other bound than the shores of\nAmerica, and its blueness, or the strange, changing tint often called\nblue, almost equalled the blue of the Mediterranean.Sandra picked up the milk there.\"Yes, ma'am, it's a fine evening for a row,\" said the faithful Charles.\"And it isn't often you can get a row here; the sea is so rough, and\nthe landing so difficult.Sandra went to the office.But there's a man I know; he has a good\nboat, he knows the coast well, and he'll not go out unless it's really\nsafe.\"John moved to the bathroom.This seemed ultra-prudent, with such a smiling sky and sea; but we\nsoon found it was not unnecessary at the Lizard.Indeed all along the\nCornish coast the great Atlantic waves come in with such a roll or a\nheavy ground-swell, windless, but the precursor of a storm that is\nslowly arriving from across the ocean, that", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "We had been fair-weather sailors, over shut-in lochs or smooth rivers;\nall of us could handle an oar, or had handled it in old days, but\nthis was a different style of thing.Daniel picked up the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.Descending the steep zigzag path\nto the next cove--the only one where there was anything like a fair\nlanding--we found we still had to walk through a long bed of sea-weed,\nand manage somehow to get into the boat between the recoil and advance\nof a wave.Not one of the tiny waves of quiet bays, but an Atlantic\nroller, which, even if comparatively small and tame, comes in with a\nforce that will take you off your feet at any time.However, we managed it, and found ourselves floating among an\narchipelago of rocks, where the solemn cormorants sat in rows, and\naffectionate families of gulls kept swimming about in a large flotilla\nof white dots on the dark water.Very dark the sea was: heaving and\nsinking in great hills and valleys, which made rowing difficult.John moved to the bedroom.Also,\nfor several yards round every rock extended a perfect whirlpool of\nfoaming waves, which, if any boat chanced to be caught therein, would\nhave dashed it to pieces in no time.But our boatmen seemed used to the\ndanger, and took us as near it as possible, without actually running\ninto it.They were both far from commonplace-looking men, especially the elder,\nour stroke-oar.John grabbed the apple there.Being rather given to ethnological tastes, we had\nalready noticed the characteristic Cornish face, not unlike the Norman\ntype, and decidedly superior to that of the inland counties of England.But this was a face by itself, which would have attracted any artist or\nstudent of human nature; weather-beaten, sharp-lined, wrinkled as it\nwas--the man must have been fully sixty--there was in it a sweetness,\nan absolute beauty, which struck us at once.Daniel went to the hallway.The smile, placid and\npaternal, came often, though words were few; and the keen, kindly eyes\nwere blue as a child's, or as Tennyson describes King Arthur's.\"I can imagine,\" whispered one of us who had imaginative tendencies,\n\"that King Arthur might have looked thus, had he lived to grow old.\"\"I don't believe King Arthur ever lived at all,\" was the knock-me-down\nutilitarian answer, to which the other had grown accustomed and\nindifferent.Nevertheless, there was such a refinement about the man,\nspite of his rough fisherman's dress, and he had been so kind to the\nyoung folks, so considerate to \"the old lady,\" as Cornish candour\nalready called me, that, intending to employ him again, we asked his\nname.Sandra grabbed the football there.We made several hopeless plunges at it, and finally asked\nhim to spell it.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"Cur-gen-ven,\" said he; adding, with a slight air of pride, \"one of the\noldest families in CornwallJohn left the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went back to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.(I have no hesitation in stating this, because, when we afterwards\nbecame great friends, I told John Curgenven I should probably \"put\nhim in a book\"--if he had no objection.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.To which he answered with his\nusual composure, \"No, he did not think it would harm him.\"Daniel went to the garden.John went back to the kitchen.He evidently\nconsidered \"writing a book\" was a very inferior sort of trade.)But looking at him, one could not help speculating as to how far the\nlegend of King Arthur had been really true, and whether the type of\nman which Tennyson has preserved--or created--in this his \"own ideal\nknight,\" did once exist, and still exists, in a modified modern form,\nthroughout Cornwall.Daniel discarded the football.A fancy upon which we then only argued; now I, at\nleast, am inclined to believe it.\"There is Lord Brougham's head, his wig and his turn-up nose, you can\nsee all distinctly.At least, you could if there was light enough.\"But there was not light, for the sun was setting, and the moon only\njust rising.Black looked the heaving sea, except where rings of white\nfoam encircled each group of rocks, blacker still.Sandra picked up the football there.And blackest of all\nlooked the iron-bound coast, sharp against the amber western sky.\"Yes, that's Kynance Cove, and the Gull Rock and Asparagus Island.Mary went back to the office.Two miles there, and two back, through this angry sea, and then to land\nin the dim light about 9 p.m.!John picked up the apple there.We did not own this;\nwe merely remarked that we would rather see Kynance by daylight, but I\nthink each of us felt a sensation of relief when the boat's head was\nturned homewards.Many a night afterwards we watched\nthe same scene, but never lovelier than that night, the curved line\nof coast traceable distinctly up to Mount's Bay, and then the long\npeninsula which they told us was the Land's End, stretching out into\nthe horizon, where sea and sky met in a mist of golden light, through\nwhich the sun was slowly dropping right from the sky into the sea.Beyond was a vague cloud-land, which might be the fair land of Lyonesse\nitself, said still to lie there submerged, with all its cities and\ntowers and forests; or the \"island-valley of Avillion,\" whither Arthur\nsailed with the three queens to be healed of his \"grievous wound,\" and\nwhence he is to come again some day.John journeyed to the hallway.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Popular superstition still expects\nhim, and declares that he haunts this coast even now in the shape of a\nCornish chough.Modern ghosts, too, exist, decidedly more alarming.Sandra went back to the office.\"Sandra discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the bedroom.\"Two hundred and more of foreign sailors, whose ship went to pieces in\nthe little cove below.Sandra moved to the bedroom.H. Simmons' Opinion--American Medical\n    Association Not Tyrannical--Therapeutics a Deplorable\n    Muddle.Daniel went to the garden.CHAPTER II--GRAFT AND FAILUREPHOBIA                                   25\n\n    The Commercial Spirit--Commercialism in Medicine--Stock\n    Company Medical Colleges--Graft in Medicines, Drugs and\n    Nostrums--Encyclopedia Graft--\"Get-Rich-Quick\"\n    Propositions--Paradoxes in Character of Shysters--Money\n    Madness--Professional Failurephobia--The Fortunate Few and\n    the Unfortunate Many--A Cause of Quackery--The Grafter's\n    Herald--The World's Standard--Solitary Confinement--The\n    Prisoner's Dream--Working up a Cough--Situation Appalling\n    Among St.Mary moved to the hallway.John moved to the bedroom.CHAPTER III--WHY QUACKS FLOURISH                                      37\n\n    American Public Generally Intelligent--But Densely\n    Ignorant in Important Particulars--Cotton Mather and\n    Witchcraft--A.B.s, A.M.s, M.D.s and Ph.D.s Espousing\n    Christian Science, Chiropractics and Osteopathy--\n    Gullibility of the College Bred--The Ignorant Suspicious\n    of New Things--The Educated Man's Creed--Dearth of\n    Therapeutic Knowledge by the Laity--Is the Medical\n    Profession to Blame?--Physician's Arguments\n    Controvertible--Host of Incompetents Among the Regular\n    Physicians--Report of Committee on Medical Colleges--The\n    \"Big Doctors\"--Doc Booze--The \"Leading Doctor\"--Osler's\n    Drug Nihilism--The X-Ray Graft.Mary travelled to the kitchen.CHAPTER IV--TURBID THERAPEUTICS                                       51\n\n    An Astounding Array of Therapeutic\n    Systems--Diet--Water--Optics--Hemotherapy--Consumption\n    Cures--Placebos--Inconsistencies and Contradictions--\n    Osler's Opinion of Appendicitis--Fair Statement of\n    Limitations in Medicine Desirable.Daniel grabbed the milk there.CHAPTER V--THE EXPERTDaniel discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "CHAPTER VI--FAITH CURE AND GRAFT IN SURGERY                           62\n\n    Suggestive Therapeutics Chief Stock in Trade--Advice of a\n    Medical College President--Disease Prevention Rather than\n    Cure--Hygienic Living--The Medical Pretender--\"Dangerous\n    Diagnosis\" Graft--Great Flourish of Trumpets--No \"Starving\n    Time\" for Him--\"Big Operations\"--Mutilating the Human\n    Body--Dr.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.C. W. Oviatt's Views--Dr.Sandra went to the bathroom.Mary picked up the apple there.Maurice H.\n    Richardson's Incisive Statements--Crying Need for\n    Reform--Surgery that is Useless, Conscienceless and for\n    Purely Commercial Ends--Spirit of Surgical Graft\n    Especially in the West--Fee-Splitting and Commissions--A\n    Nation of \"Dollar-Chasers\"--The Public's Share of\n    Responsibility--Senn's Advice--The \"Surgical Conscience.\"Sandra took the football there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.CHAPTER VII--SOME DEFINITIONS AND HISTORIES                           79\n\n    Romantic Story of Osteopathy's Origin--An Asthma\n    Cure--Headache Cured by Plowlines--Log Rolling to Relieve\n    Dysentery--Osteopathy is Drugless Healing--Osteopathy is\n    Manual Treatment--Liberty of Blood, Nerves and\n    Arteries--Perfect Skeletal Alignment and Tonic,\n    Ligamentous, Muscular and Facial Relaxation--Andrew T.\n    Still in 1874--Kirksville, Mo., as a Mecca--American\n    School of Osteopathy--The Promised Golden Stream of\n    Prosperity--The \"Mossbacks\"--\"Who's Who in Osteopathy.\"John went back to the bathroom.John went back to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.CHAPTER VIII--THE OSTEOPATHIC PROPAGANDA                              88\n\n    Wonderful Growth Claimed to Prove Merit--Osteopathy is\n    Rational Physio-Therapy--Growth is in Exact Proportion to\n    Advertising Received--Booklets and Journals for Gratuitous\n    Distribution--Osteopathy Languishes or Flourishes by\n    Patent Medicine Devices--Circular Letter from Secretary of\n    American Osteopathic Association--Boosts by Governors and\n    Senators--The Especial Protege of Authors--MarkSandra left the football.Sandra went to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the bathroom.John went to the office.Seeking Job as \"Professor\"--The Lure of\n    \"Honored Doctor\" with \"Big Income\"--No Competition.Daniel grabbed the football there.CHAPTER IX--THE PRINCIPLES AND PRACTICE OF OSTEOPATHY                 97\n\n    Infallible, Touch-the-Button System that Always\n    Cured--Indefinite Movements and Manipulations--Wealth of\n    Undeveloped Scientific Facts--Osteopaths Taking M.D.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Course--The Standpatter and the Drifter--The\n    \"Lesionist\"--\"Bone Setting\"--\"Inhibiting a\n    Center\"--Chiropractics--\"Finest Anatomists in the\n    World\"--How to Cure Torticollis, Goitre and Enteric\n    Troubles--A Successful Osteopath--Timid Old\n    Maids--Osteopathic Philanthropy.Daniel left the football.Sandra moved to the bedroom.CHAPTER X--OSTEOPATHY AS RELATED TO SOME NOTORIOUS FAKES             111\n\n    Sure Shot Rheumatism Cure--Regular Practitioner's\n    Discomfiture--Medicines Alone Failed to Cure\n    Rheumatism--Osteopathy Relieves Rheumatic and Neuralgic\n    Pains--\"Move Things\"--\"Pop\" Stray Cervical Vertebrae--Find\n    Something Wrong and Put it Right--Terrible Neck-Wrenching,\n    Bone-Twisting Ordeal.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the garden.CHAPTER XI--TAPEWORMS AND GALLSTONES                                 119\n\n    Plug-hatted Faker--Frequency of Tapeworms--Some Tricks\n    Exposed--How the Defunct Worm was Passed--Rubber\n    Near-Worm--New Gallstone Cure--Relation to\n    Osteopathy--Perfect, Self-Oiling, \"Autotherapeutic\"\n    Machine--Touch the Button--The Truth About the Consumption\n    and Insanity Cures.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the garden.THE MORAL TO THE TALE                                                125\n\n  Honesty--Plain Dealing--Education.Mary went to the office.PART ONE\n\nIN GENERAL\n\n\n\n\nQuacks and GraftersDaniel went to the kitchen.Daniel got the milk there.Daniel moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The Augean Stables of Therapeutics--The Remedy--Reason for Absence of\n    Dignified Literary Style--Diploma Mills--\"All but Holy\"--Dr.H.\n    Simmons' Opinion--American Medical Association Not\n    Tyrannical--Therapeutics of To-day a Deplorable Muddle.Daniel got the football there.In writing this booklet I do not pose as a Hercules come to cleanse the\nAugean stables of therapeutics.No power but that of a public conscience\nawakened to the prevalence of quackery and grafting in connection with\ndoctoring can clear away the accumulated filth.Mary travelled to the garden.He will come back again with a high hand, for\nreport says the Earl of March hath fled before him.When he returns\nwe shall have a changed world, for his presence will control Albany;\nespecially as many nobles, and I myself, as I tell you in confidence,\nare resolved to league with him to defend the general right.Thy exile,\ntherefore, will end with his return to our court.Mary moved to the bedroom.Thou hast but to seek\nthee some temporary hiding place.\"\"For that, my lord,\" said the glover, \"I can be at no loss, since I\nhave just title to the protection of the high Highland chief, Gilchrist\nMacIan, chief of the Clan Quhele.\"Daniel moved to the office.\"Nay, if thou canst take hold of his mantle thou needs no help of any\none else: neither Lowland churchman nor layman finds a free course of\njustice beyond the Highland frontier.\"Daniel travelled to the hallway.\"But then my child, noble sir--my Catharine?\"Daniel left the football.Mary went to the bathroom.The graddan cake will keep her white teeth\nin order, the goat's whey will make the blood spring to her cheek again,\nwhich these alarms have banished and even the Fair Maiden of Perth may\nsleep soft enough on a bed of Highland breckan.\"Daniel picked up the football there.\"It is not from such idle respects, my lord, that I hesitate,\" said the\nglover.Sandra went back to the hallway.\"Catharine is the daughter of a plain burgher, and knows not\nnicety of food or lodging.Daniel picked up the milk there.Mary went to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the garden.But the son of MacIan hath been for many\nyears a guest in my house, and I am obliged to say that I have observed\nhim looking at my daughter, who is as good as a betrothed bride, in a\nmanner that, though I cared not for it in this lodging in Curfew Street,\nwould give me some fear of consequences in a Highland glen, where I have\nno friend and Conachar many.\"The knightly provost replied by a long whistle.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Nay, in\nthat case, I advise thee to send her to the nunnery at Elcho, where the\nabbess, if I forget not, is some relation of yours.Daniel left the football.Indeed, she said so\nherself, adding,John went back to the bedroom.Daniel went to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.\"Truly, my lord, I do believe that the abbess hath so much regard for\nme, that she would willingly receive the trust of my daughter, and\nmy whole goods and gear, into her sisterhood.Sandra went back to the garden.Marry, her affection is\nsomething of a tenacious character, and would be loth to unloose its\nhold, either upon the wench or her tocher.\"Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra went to the office.John dropped the milk.again whistled the Knight of Kinfauns; \"by the Thane's\nCross, man, but this is an ill favoured pirn to wind: Yet it shall never\nbe said the fairest maid in the Fair City was cooped up in a convent,\nlike a kain hen in a cavey, and she about to be married to the bold\nburgess Henry Wynd.That tale shall not be told while I wear belt and\nspurs, and am called Provost of Perth.\"Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\"We must all take our share of the risk.Come, get you and your daughter\npresently to horse.John took the milk there.You shall ride with me, and we'll see who dare\ngloom at you.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John moved to the hallway.The summons is not yet served on thee, and if they send\nan apparitor to Kinfauns without a warrant under the King's own hand,\nI make mine avow, by the Red Rover's soul!Mary went back to the bedroom.that he shall eat his\nwrit, both wax and wether skin.and,\" addressing\nCatharine, as she entered at the moment, \"you too, my pretty maid--\n\n\"To horse, and fear not for your quarters; They thrive in law that trust\nin Charters.\"Sandra went back to the hallway.John took the football there.In a minute or two the father and daughter were on horseback, both\nkeeping an arrow's flight before the provost, by his direction, that\nthey might not seem to be of the same company.They passed the eastern\ngate in some haste, and rode forward roundly until they were out of\nsight.Sandra picked up the apple there.Sir Patrick followed leisurely; but, when he was lost to the view\nof the warders, he spurred his mettled horse, and soon came up with the\nglover and Catharine, when a conversation ensued which throws light upon\nsome previous passages of this history.Mary travelled to the garden.seed of those who scorn'd\n     To stoop the neck to wide imperial Rome--\n     Oh, dearest half of Albion sea walled!John discarded the football there.\"I have been devising a mode,\" said the well meaning provost, \"by which\nI may make you both secure for a week or two from the malice of your\nenemies, when I have little doubt I may see a changed world at court.John put down the milk.But that I may the better judge what is to be done, tell me frankly,\nSimon, the nature of your connexion with Gilchrist MacIan, which leads\nyou to repose such", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "You are a close observer\nof the rules of the city, and are aware of the severe penalties which\nthey denounce against such burghers as have covine and alliance with the\nHighland clans.\"\"True, my lord; but it is also known to you that our craft, working in\nskins of cattle, stags, and every other description of hides, have a\nprivilege, and are allowed to transact with those Highlanders, as with\nthe men who can most readily supply us with the means of conducting our\ntrade, to the great profit of the burgh.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Mary took the apple there.Thus it hath chanced with me to\nhave great dealings with these men; and I can take it on my salvation,\nthat you nowhere find more just and honourable traffickers, or by whom a\nman may more easily make an honest penny.I have made in my day several\ndistant journeys into the far Highlands, upon the faith of their chiefs;\nnor did I ever meet with a people more true to their word, when you\ncan once prevail upon them to plight it in your behalf.And as for the\nHighland chief, Gilchrist MacIan, saving that he is hasty in homicide\nand fire raising towards those with whom he hath deadly feud, I have\nnowhere seen a man who walketh a more just and upright path.\"Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"It is more than ever I heard before,\" said Sir Patrick Charteris.\"Yet\nI have known something of the Highland runagates too.\"\"They show another favour, and a very different one, to their friends\nthan to their enemies, as your lordship shall understand,\" said the\nglover.Mary went back to the office.\"However, be that as it may, it chanced me to serve Gilchrist\nMacIan in a high matter.he thus concludes his address to\nthe studious and well affected reader:--\"_And thus, gentle Reader,\nhauing acquainted thee with my long, costly, and laborious Collections,\nnot written at adventure, or by an imaginary conceit in a Scholler's\npriuate Studie, but wrung out of the earth, by the painfull hand of\nexperience: and hauing also giuen thee a touch of Nature, whom no man as\nyet euer durst send naked into the worlde without her veyle; and\nexpecting, by thy good entertainement of these, some encouragement for\nhigher and deeper discoueries heereafter, I leaue thee to the God of\nNature, from whom all the true light of Nature proceedeth._\nBednall-greene, _neere London_, _this 2 of July, 1608_.\"In his chapter of \"An offer of some new, rare, and profitable\nInventions,\" after speaking of \"the most rare and peerless plant of all\nthe rest, I meane the grape,\" he mentions the wholesomeness of the wine\nhe then made from his garden at _Bednall-greene_, _neere London_:--\"And\nif any exception shold be taken against the race and delicacie of them,\nI am content to submit them to the censure of the best mouthes,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.John journeyed to the bedroom.And _Sir Francis Vere_, that martiall\nMirrour of our times, who is seldom or never without a cup of excellent\nwine, at his table, assured me that he neuer dranke the like vnto mine,\nbut once, and that in France.John travelled to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.So that now mee thinks I begin to growe\nsomewhat strong in my supporters; and therefore I make some doubt,\nwhether I shall need to bring in that renowned Lady _Arabella_, the\nCountesse of _Cumberland_, the Lady _Anne Clifford_, the Lady\n_Hastings_, the Lady _Candish_, and most of the Maides of Honour, with\ndiuers Lordes, Knights, and Gentlemen of good worth, that haue generally\napplauded the same; or leaue it heere to worke out his owne credit in\nhis due time, because it is rich, and of a strong boiling nature.\"John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary picked up the football there.Mary left the football.Mary picked up the football there.In his chapter of \"Secrets in the ordering of Trees and Plants,\" he\nalludes to a gardener of the name of Maister _Andrew Hill_, or to his\ngarden, no less than twenty-three times; and frequently to one of the\nname of Maister _Pointer_,[28] _of Twickenham_.Also to one of the name\nof _Colborne_; and to a parson _Simson_.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.John took the milk there.He thus concludes this\nchapter:--\"Heere I will conclude with a pretty conceit of that delicate\nknight, Sir _Francis Carew_; who, for the better accomplishment of his\nroyall entertainemet of our late Queene of happy memory, at his house at\n_Beddington_, led her Maiestie to a Cherrie tree, whose fruite hee had\nof purpose kept backe from ripening, at the least one month after all\nCherries had taken their farewell of England.This secret he performed,\nby straining a Tent or cover of canvas ouer the whole tree, and wetting\nthe same now and then with a scoope or horne, as the heate of the\nweather required; and so, by with-holding the sunne-beames from\nreflecting vppon the berries, they grew both great, and were very long\nbefore they had gotten their perfect cherrie-colour: and when hee was\nassured of her Maiesties comming, he remoued the Tent, and a few sunny\ndaies brought them to their full maturitie.\"John discarded the milk.Mary put down the football.Daniel got the football there.of _Censura Litt._ is some information respecting Sir\nHugh.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.GABRIEL PLATTES, who (Harte says) \"had a bold, adventurousDaniel left the football.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Sandra got the apple there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The author of \"Herefordshire Orchards,\" calls him \"a singular\nhonest man.\"Weston says, \"This author may be considered as an\noriginal genius in husbandry.Mary grabbed the milk there.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.This ingenious writer, whose labours were\nproductive of plenty and riches to others, was so destitute of the\ncommon necessaries of life, as to perish with hunger and misery.John travelled to the garden.He was\nfound dead in the streets, without a shirt to cover him, to the eternal\ndisgrace of the government he lived under.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.He bequeathed his papers to\nS. Hartlib, whom a contemporary author addresses in this manner: 'none\n(but yourself, who wants not an enlarged heart, but a fuller hand to\nsupply the world's defect,) being found, with some few others, to\nadminister any relief to a man of so great merit.'Mary went back to the bedroom.Another friend of\nHartlib's, gives Plattes the following character: 'certainly that man\nhad as excellent a genius in agriculture, as any that ever lived in this\nnation before him, and was the most faithful seeker of his ungrateful\ncountry's good.I never think of the great judgement, pure zeal, and\nfaithful intentions of that man, and withal of his strange sufferings,\nand manner of death, but am struck with amazement, that such a man\nshould be suffered to fall down dead in the streets for want of food,\nwhose studies tended in no less than providing and preserving food for\nwhole nations, and that with as much skill and industry, so without\npride or arrogance towards God or man.'--A list of his many works\nappears in Watts's Bibl.and also in Weston's intelligent\nCatalogue; and much information is given of Plattes in vol.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary moved to the garden.Sandra took the football there.Mary moved to the kitchen.2 of the\nCensura Litteraria.Mary moved to the hallway.Two of his works appear to be,\n\n     1.John went back to the kitchen.Treatise of Husbandry; 1633, 4to.Mary discarded the milk there.Discourse of Infinite Treasure, hidden since the World's\n     beginning, in the way of Husbandry; 1632, 1653, 1656, 4to.Daniel took the milk there.[29]\n\n\nWILLIAM LAWSON published in 1597, A New Orchard and Garden, in 4to.Daniel left the milk.Other editions, in 4to., in 1623, and 1626.His singular assertions are\ntreated with great candor by the author of _Herefordshire\nOrchards_,--\"for I thought I found many signs of honesty and integrity\nin the man, a sound, clear, natural wit.\"SIMON HARWARD published in 1597, a Treatise on the Art of propagating\nVegetables; and annexed it to Lawson's New Orchard and Garden,\n\nTHOMAS JOHNSON, the learned editor of the enlarged", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel picked up the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.Wood calls him \"the best herbalist of his time.\"Weston, in his Catalogue, relates with great pleasure, the sanguine and\ninteresting tours which Mr.John moved to the bedroom.John grabbed the apple there.Johnson, and some friends, made in various\ncounties, to examine the native botanical beauties of his own country.Wood further informs us, that at the siege of Basinghouse, \"he\nreceived a shot in the shoulder, of which he died in a fortnight after;\nat which time his work did justly challenge funeral tears; being then no\nless eminent in the garrison for his valour and conduct as a soldier,\nthan famous through the kingdom for his excellency as an herbalist and\nphysician.\"Daniel went to the hallway.I have given in a note below, his approbation of Parkinson's\nwork, merely to shew Mr.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The fear upon Raegen had been so strong and the reaction was so great\nthat he dropped to a sitting posture on the heap of bedding and laughed\nlong and weakly, and still with a feeling in his heart that this\napparition was something strangely unreal and menacing.John left the apple.Sandra dropped the football.{Illustration with caption: He sprang up trembling to his feet.}Mary journeyed to the bedroom.But the baby seemed well pleased with his laughter, and stopped to throw\nback its head and smile and coo and laugh gently with him as though the\njoke was a very good one which they shared in common.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra went to the bedroom.Then it struggled\nsolemnly to its feet and came pattering toward him on a run, with both\nbare arms held out, and with a look of such confidence in him, and\nwelcome in its face, that Raegen stretched out his arms and closed the\nbaby's fingers fearfully and gently in his own.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.There was dirt enough on its\nhands and face, and its torn dress was soiled with streaks of coal and\nashes.Sandra travelled to the garden.The dust of the floor had rubbed into its bare knees, but the\nface was like no other face that Rags had ever seen.Mary went to the bedroom.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Daniel picked up the apple there.Daniel travelled to the office.And then it looked\nat him as though it trusted him, and just as though they had known each\nother at some time long before, but the eyes of the baby somehow seemed\nto hurt him so that he had to turn his face away, and when he looked\nagain it was with a strangely new feeling of dissatisfaction with\nhimself and of wishing to ask pardon.Daniel put down the apple.They were wonderful eyes, black\nand rich, and with a deep superiority of knowledge in them, a knowledge\nthat seemed to be above the knowledge of evil; and when the baby smiled\nat him, the eyes smiled too with confidence and tenderness in them that\nin some way frightened Rags and made him move uncomfortably.\"Did you\nknow that youse scared me so that", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "whispered\nRags, apologetically, as he carefully held the baby from him at arm's\nlength.Daniel moved to the garden.But the baby only smiled at this and reached out its\nhand and stroked Rag's cheek with its fingers.There was something so\nwonderfully soft and sweet in this that Rags drew the baby nearer and\ngave a quick, strange gasp of pleasure as it threw its arms around his\nneck and brought the face up close to his chin and hugged him tightly.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Mary went to the office.The baby's arms were very soft and plump, and its cheek and tangled\nhair were warm and moist with perspiration, and the breath that fell\non Raegen's face was sweeter than anything he had ever known.Mary went to the bedroom.He felt\nwonderfully and for some reason uncomfortably happy, but the silence was\noppressive.\"What's your name, little 'un?\"The baby ran its arms more\nclosely around Raegen's neck and did not speak, unless its cooing in\nRaegen's ear was an answer.Mary moved to the garden.John went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.persisted\nRaegen, in a whisper.The baby frowned at this and stopped cooing\nlong enough to say: \"Marg'ret,\" mechanically and without apparently\nassociating the name with herself or anything else.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the bedroom.John went to the bathroom.said\nRaegen, with grave consideration.\"It's a very pretty name,\" he added,\npolitely, for he could not shake off the feeling that he was in the\npresence of a superior being.Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra left the football.\"An' what did you say your dad's name\nwas?\"Daniel grabbed the milk there.But this was beyond the baby's patience\nor knowledge, and she waived the question aside with both arms and began\nto beat a tattoo gently with her two closed fists on Raegen's chin and\nthroat.\"You're mighty strong now, ain't you?\"John journeyed to the office.Daniel got the apple there.mocked the young giant,\nlaughing.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"Perhaps you don't know, Missie,\" he added, gravely, \"that\nyour dad and mar are doing time on the Island, and you won't see 'em\nagain for a month.\"No, the baby did not know this nor care apparently;\nshe seemed content with Rags and with his company.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Sometimes she drew\naway and looked at him long and dubiously, and this cut Rags to the\nheart, and he felt guilty, and unreasonably anxious until she smiled\nreassuringly again and ran back into his arms, nestling her face against\nhis and stroking his rough chin wonderingly with her little fingers.Daniel discarded the apple.John went to the kitchen.Rags forgot the lateness of the night and the darkness that fell upon\nthe room in the interest of this strange entertainment, which was so\nmuch more absorbing, and so much more innocent than any other he had\never", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.John journeyed to the hallway.He almost forgot the fact that he lay in hiding, that he\nwas surrounded by unfriendly neighbors, and that at any moment the\nrepresentatives of local justice might come in and rudely lead him away.For this reason he dared not make a light, but he moved his position so\nthat the glare from an electric lamp on the street outside might fall\nacross the baby's face, as it lay alternately dozing and awakening,\nto smile up at him in the bend of his arm.Once it reached inside the\ncollar of his shirt and pulled out the scapular that hung around his\nneck, and looked at it so long, and with such apparent seriousness, that\nRags was confirmed in his fear that this kindly visitor was something\nmore or less of a superhuman agent, and his efforts to make this\nsupposition coincide with the fact that the angel's parents were on\nBlackwell's Island, proved one of the severest struggles his mind had\never experienced.Mary went to the kitchen.He had forgotten to feel hungry, and the knowledge\nthat he was acutely so, first came to him with the thought that the\nbaby must obviously be in greatest need of food herself.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary went to the bathroom.John went to the kitchen.This pained\nhim greatly, and he laid his burden down upon the bedding, and after\nslipping off his shoes, tip-toed his way across the room on a foraging\nexpedition after something she could eat.Mary picked up the football there.Ana, like Ra, is thought to have signified _God_ in the highest sense.His epithets mark priority and\nantiquity; _the original chief_, the _father of the gods_, the _lord of\ndarkness or death_.The Maya gives us A, _thy_; NA, _mother_.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the milk there.At times\nhe was called DIS, and was the patron god of _Erech_, the great city of\nthe dead, the necropolis of Lower Babylonia.Sandra went back to the bathroom.TIX, Maya is a cavity\nformed in the earth.Daniel moved to the kitchen.John moved to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.It seems to have given its name to the city of\n_Niffer_, called _Calneh_ in the translation of the Septuagint, from\n_kal-ana_, which is translated the \"fort of Ana;\" or according to the\nMaya, the _prison of Ana_, KAL being prison, or the prison of thy\nmother.Sandra journeyed to the office.ANATA\n\nthe supposed wife of Ana, has no peculiar characteristics.Her name is\nonly, says our author, the feminine form of the masculine, Ana.Daniel dropped the milk.But the\nMaya designates her as the companion of Ana; TA, with; _Anata_ with\n_Ana_.BIL OR ENU\n\nseems to mean merely Lord.Sandra moved to the kitchen.It is usually followed by a qualificSandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the kitchen.To that name, which recalls\nthat of NEBROTH or _Nimrod_, the author gives a Syriac etymology; napar\n(make to flee).His epithets are the _supreme_, _the father of the\ngods_, the _procreator_.The Maya gives us BIL, or _Bel_; the way, the road; hence the _origin_,\nthe father, the procreator.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John travelled to the bedroom.Also ENA, who is before; again the father,\nthe procreator.John got the apple there.As to the qualificative adjunct _nipru_.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra got the football there.John put down the apple.John got the apple there.It would seem to be the Maya\n_niblu_; _nib_, to thank; LU, the _Bagre_, a _silurus fish_.John journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra left the football._Niblu_\nwould then be the _thanksgiving fish_.Daniel went back to the hallway.Strange to say, the high priest\nat Uxmal and Chichen, elder brother of Chaacmol, first son of _Can_, the\nfounder of those cities, is CAY, the fish, whose effigy is my last\ndiscovery in June, among the ruins of Uxmal.Sandra picked up the football there.The bust is contained\nwithin the jaws of a serpent, _Can_, and over it, is a beautiful\nmastodon head, with the trunk inscribed with Egyptian characters, which\nread TZAA, that which is necessary.BELTIS\n\nis the wife of _Bel-nipru_.But she is more than his mere female power.Sandra put down the football.Her common title is the _Great\nGoddess_.Sandra took the football there.In Chaldea her name was _Mulita_ or _Enuta_, both words\nsignifying the lady.John dropped the apple.Her favorite title was the _mother of the gods_,\nthe origin of the gods.In Maya BEL is the road, the way; and TE means _here_.BELTE or BELTIS\nwould be I am the way, the origin._Mulita_ would correspond to MUL-TE, many here, _many in me_.Daniel journeyed to the office.Daniel got the milk there.Her other name _Enuta_ seems to be (Maya) _Ena-te_,\nsignifies ENA, the first, before anybody, and TE here.John went back to the office.ENATE, _I am here\nbefore anybody_, I am the mother of the Gods.Daniel put down the milk.The God Fish, the mystic animal, half man, half fish, which came up from\nthe Persian gulf to teach astronomy and letters to the first settlers on\nthe Euphrates and Tigris.According to Berosus the civilization was brought to Mesopotamia by\n_Oannes_ and six other beings, who, like himself, were half man, half\nfish, and that they came from theSandra dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John took the football there.John left the football.We have already seen\nthat the Mayas of India were not only architects, but also astronomers;\nand the symbolic figure of a being half man and half fish seems to\nclearly indicate that those who brought civilization to the shores of\nthe Euphrates and Tigris came in boats.Hoa-Ana, or Oannes, according to the Maya would mean, he who has his\nresidence or house on the water.Mary went back to the bathroom.HA, being water; _a_, thy; _na_, house;\nliterally, _water thy house_.Canon Rawlison remarks in that\nconnection: \"There are very strong grounds for connecting HEA or Hoa,\nwith the serpent of the Scripture, and the paradisaical traditions of\nthe tree of knowledge and the tree of life.\"As the title of the god of\nknowledge and science, _Oannes_, is the lord of the abyss, or of the\ngreat deep, the intelligent fish, one of his emblems being the serpent,\nCAN, which occupies so conspicuous a place among the symbols of the gods\non the black stones recording benefactions.Sandra got the football there.DAV-KINA\n\nIs the wife of _Hoa_, and her name is thought to signify the chief lady.But the Maya again gives us another meaning that seems to me more\nappropriate.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra dropped the football.TAB-KIN would be the _rays of the sun_: the rays of the\nlight brought with civilization by her husband to benighted inhabitants\nof Mesopotamia.Mary moved to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the apple there.SIN OR HURKI\n\nis the name of the moon deity; the etymology of it is quite uncertain.Mary went to the bathroom.Its titles, as Rawlison remarks, are somewhat vague.Mary moved to the bedroom.Yet it is\nparticularly designated as \"_the bright_, _the shining_\" the lord of the\nmonth.Zin in Maya has also many significations._Zinil_ is the extension of the whole of the universe.John went back to the bathroom.Daniel discarded the apple there._Hurki_ would be\nthe Maya HULKIN--sun-stroked; he who receives directly the rays of the\nsun.Hurki is also the god presiding over buildings and architecture; in\nthis connection he is called _Bel-Zuna_.The _lord of building_, the\n_supporting architect_, the _strengthener of fortifications_._Bel-Zuna_\nwould also signify the lord of the strong house.Mary travelled to the kitchen._Zuu_, Maya, close,\nthick._Na_, house: and the city where he had his great temple was _Ur_;\nnamed after him.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra left the football there._U_, in Maya, signifies moon.SAN OR SANSI,\n\nthe Sun God, the _lord of fire_, the _ruler of the day_.He _who\nillumines the expanse of heaven and earth_._Zamal_ (Maya", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the garden.VUL OR IVA,\n\nthe prince of the powers of the air, the lord of the whirlwind and the\ntempest, the wielder of the thunderbolt, the lord of the air, he who\nmakes the tempest to rage.But I wish you knew how to boil spinach.Mary took the milk there.Harrold for a week\nfrom to-day, and invite all our friends (_to the audience_) to witness\nthe wedding.All who mean to come will please signify it by clapping their hands,\nand the harder the better.Sandra went to the bedroom.(_Curtain falls._)\n\n    R.      EGLANTINE.L.\n\n\n\n\nHITTY'S SERVICE FLAG\n\nA Comedy in Two Acts\n\n_By Gladys Ruth Bridgham_\n\n\nEleven female characters.Costumes, modern; scenery, an interior.Sandra went to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.Hitty, a patriotic spinster, quite alone in the\nworld, nevertheless hangs up a service flag in her window without any\nright to do so, and opens a Tea Room for the benefit of the Red Cross.Daniel went back to the kitchen.She gives shelter to Stella Hassy under circumstances that close other\ndoors against her, and offers refuge to Marjorie Winslow and her little\ndaughter, whose father in France finally gives her the right to the\nflag.A strong dramatic presentation of a lovable character and an\nideal patriotism.Sandra took the apple there.Strongly recommended, especially for women's clubs._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\nCHARACTERS\n\n    MEHITABLE JUDSON, _aged 70_.Sandra dropped the apple there.LUELLA PERKINS, _aged 40_.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra took the football there.STASIA BROWN, _aged 40_.Mary went back to the hallway.MILDRED EMERSON, _aged 16_.Sandra put down the football.MARJORIE WINSLOW, _aged 25_.BARBARA WINSLOW, _her daughter, aged 6_.STELLA HASSY, _aged 25, but claims to be younger_.Mary discarded the milk.Mary picked up the milk there.IRVING WINSLOW, _aged 45_.Mary put down the milk.MARION WINSLOW, _her daughter, aged 20_.COBB, _anywhere from 40 to 60_.THE KNITTING CLUB MEETS\n\nA Comedy in One Act\n\n_By Helen Sherman Griffith_\n\n\nNine female characters.Costumes, modern; scenery, an interior.Sandra got the football there.Eleanor will not forego luxuries nor in other ways \"do\nher bit,\" putting herself before her country; but when her old enemy,\nJane Rivers, comes to the Knitting Club straight from France to tell\nthe story of her experiences, she is moved to forget her quarrel and\nleads them all in her sacrifices to the cause.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra left the football.An admirably stimulating\npiece, ending with a \"melting pot\" to which the audience may also be\nasked to contribute.Ur", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "_Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nGETTING THE RANGE\n\nA Comedy in One Act\n\n_By Helen Sherman Griffith_\n\n\nEight female characters.Costumes, modern; scenery, an exterior.Well\nsuited for out-of-door performances.John went to the kitchen.Information of value to the enemy somehow leaks out from a frontier\ntown and the leak cannot be found or stopped.But Captain Brooke, of\nthe Secret Service, finally locates the offender amid a maze of false\nclues, in the person of a washerwoman who hangs out her clothes day\nafter day in ways and places to give the desired information._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nLUCINDA SPEAKS\n\nA Comedy in Two Acts\n\n_By Gladys Ruth Bridgham_\n\n\nEight women.Isabel Jewett has dropped her homely middle name, Lucinda,\nand with it many sterling traits of character, and is not a very good\nmother to the daughter of her husband over in France.But circumstances\nbring \"Lucinda\" to life again with wonderful results.A pretty and\ndramatic contrast that is very effective._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\nCHARACTERS\n\n    ISABEL JEWETT, _aged 27_.MIRIAM, _her daughter, aged 7_.TESSIE FLANDERS, _aged 18_.DOUGLAS JEWETT, _aged 45_.HELEN, _her daughter, aged 20_.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.FLORENCE LINDSEY, _aged 25_.John journeyed to the bedroom.SYNOPSIS\n\nACT I.--Dining-room in Isabel Jewett's tenement, Roxbury, October, 1918.Mary journeyed to the hallway.ACT II.--The same--three months later.Mary moved to the office.WRONG NUMBERS\n\nA Triologue Without a Moral\n\n_By Essex Dane_\n\n\nThree women.An intensely dramatic episode between\ntwo shop-lifters in a department store, in which \"diamond cuts diamond\"\nin a vividly exciting and absorbingly interesting battle of wits.A\ngreat success in the author's hands in War Camp work, and recommended\nin the strongest terms._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nFLEURETTE & CO.Mary moved to the hallway.A Duologue in One Act\n\n_By Essex Dane_\n\n\nTwo women.Paynter, a society lady who does not\npay her bills, by a mischance puts it into the power of a struggling\ndressmaker, professionally known as \"Fleurette & Co.,\" to teach her a\nvaluable lesson and, incidentally, to collect her bill.John picked up the football there.A strikingly\ningenious and entertaining little piece of strong dramatic interest,\nstrongly recommended._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nPlays for Junior High Schools\n\n\n                               _Males_ _Females_ _Time_  _Price_\n Sally Lunn                 John went to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the bedroom.There very weeping suffers not to weep;\nFor at their eyes grief seeking passage finds\nImpediment, and rolling inward turns\nFor increase of sharp anguish: the first tears\nHang cluster'd, and like crystal vizors show,\nUnder the socket brimming all the cup.Now though the cold had from my face dislodg'd\nEach feeling, as 't were callous, yet me seem'd\nSome breath of wind I felt.Mary travelled to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.\"Whence cometh this,\"\nSaid I, \"my master?Mary got the football there.Daniel went to the bathroom.Is not here below\nAll vapour quench'd?\"Mary moved to the kitchen.--\"'Thou shalt be speedily,\"\nHe answer'd, \"where thine eye shall tell thee whence\nThe cause descrying of this airy shower.\"Daniel travelled to the garden.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Then cried out one in the chill crust who mourn'd:\n\"O souls so cruel!Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.that the farthest post\nHath been assign'd you, from this face remove\nThe harden'd veil, that I may vent the grief\nImpregnate at my heart, some little space\nEre it congeal again!\"Sandra went to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the hallway.I thus replied:\n\"Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid;\nAnd if I extricate thee not, far down\nAs to the lowest ice may I descend!\"\"The friar Alberigo,\" answered he,\n\"Am I, who from the evil garden pluck'd\nIts fruitage, and am here repaid, the date\nMore luscious for my fig.\"--\"Hah!\"Daniel moved to the kitchen.I exclaim'd,\n\"Art thou too dead!\"Daniel moved to the hallway.--\"How in the world aloft\nIt fareth with my body,\" answer'd he,\n\"I am right ignorant.Sandra went to the bedroom.Mary went to the bathroom.Such privilege\nHath Ptolomea, that ofttimes the soul\nDrops hither, ere by Atropos divorc'd.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.And that thou mayst wipe out more willingly\nThe glazed tear-drops that o'erlay mine eyes,\nKnow that the soul, that moment she betrays,\nAs I did, yields her body to a fiend\nWho after moves and governs it at will,\nTill all its time be rounded; headlong she\nFalls to this cistern.Daniel went to the bathroom.And perchance above\nDoth yet appear the body of a ghost,\nWho here behind me winters.Mary put down the football.Him thou know'st,\nIf thou but newly art arriv'd below.Mary got the football there.The years are many that have pass'd away,\nSince to this fastness Branca Doria came.\"\"Now,\" answer'd I, \"methinks thou mockest me,\nFor Branca Doria neverMary left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He thus: \"Not yet unto that upper foss\nBy th' evil talons guarded, where the pitch\nTenacious boils, had Michael Zanche reach'd,\nWhen this one left a demon in his stead\nIn his own body, and of one his kin,\nWho with him treachery wrought.Sandra went to the hallway.But now put forth\nThy hand, and ope mine eyes.\"John travelled to the garden.men perverse in every way,\nWith every foulness stain'd, why from the earth\nAre ye not cancel'd?Such an one of yours\nI with Romagna's darkest spirit found,\nAs for his doings even now in soul\nIs in Cocytus plung'd, and yet doth seem\nIn body still alive upon the earth.John moved to the bathroom.CANTO XXXIV\n\n\"THE banners of Hell's Monarch do come forth\nTowards us; therefore look,\" so spake my guide,\n\"If thou discern him.\"Daniel grabbed the football there.As, when breathes a cloud\nHeavy and dense, or when the shades of night\nFall on our hemisphere, seems view'd from far\nA windmill, which the blast stirs briskly round,\nSuch was the fabric then methought I saw,\n\nTo shield me from the wind, forthwith I drew\nBehind my guide: no covert else was there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Now came I (and with fear I bid my strain\nRecord the marvel) where the souls were all\nWhelm'd underneath, transparent, as through glass\nPellucid the frail stem.Some prone were laid,\nOthers stood upright, this upon the soles,\nThat on his head, a third with face to feet\nArch'd like a bow.When to the point we came,\nWhereat my guide was pleas'd that I should see\nThe creature eminent in beauty once,\nHe from before me stepp'd and made me pause.and lo the place,\nWhere thou hast need to arm thy heart with strength.\"Mary grabbed the milk there.How frozen and how faint I then became,\nAsk me not, reader!Daniel travelled to the bedroom.for I write it not,\nSince words would fail to tell thee of my state.Think thyself\nIf quick conception work in thee at all,\nHow I did feel.That emperor, who sways\nThe realm of sorrow, at mid breast from th' ice\nStood forth; and I in stature am more like\nA giant, than the giants are in his arms.Mark now how great that whole must be, which suits\nWith such a part.If he were beautiful\nAs he is hideous now, and yet did dare\nTo scowl upon his Maker, well from him\nMay all our mis'ry flow.Mary left the milk.Mary got the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.How passing strange it seem'd, when I did spy\nUpon his head three faces: one in front\nOf hue vermilion, th' other two with this\nMidway each shoulder join'd and at the crest;\nThe right 'twixt wan and yellow seem'd: the left\nTo look on, such as come from whence old Nile\nStoops toDaniel left the football.Daniel went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John travelled to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Under each shot forth\nTwo mighty wings, enormous as became\nA bird so vast.Daniel went to the bedroom.Sails never such I saw\nOutstretch'd on the wide sea.No plumes had they,\nBut were in texture like a bat, and these\nHe flapp'd i' th' air, that from him issued still\nThree winds, wherewith Cocytus to its depth\nWas frozen.At six eyes he wept: the tears\nAdown three chins distill'd with bloody foam.At every mouth his teeth a sinner champ'd\nBruis'd as with pond'rous engine, so that three\nWere in this guise tormented.But far more\nThan from that gnawing, was the foremost pang'd\nBy the fierce rending, whence ofttimes the back\nWas stript of all its skin.\"That upper spirit,\nWho hath worse punishment,\" so spake my guide,\n\"Is Judas, he that hath his head within\nAnd plies the feet without.Of th' other two,\nWhose heads are under, from the murky jaw\nWho hangs, is Brutus: lo!how he doth writhe\nAnd speaks not!\"Oh, Amy,\" he replied, discontentedly, \"I wish we were back on Storm\nKing.\"So do I,\" she said, \"and so we will be many a time again.Mary went to the bathroom.But you are\nnot out of place here.I heard one lady remarking how'reserved and\n_distingue_ you were, and another,\" she added, with a flash of her\never-ready mirthfulness, \"said you were 'deliciously homely.'I was just\ndelighted with that compliment,\" and she flitted away to join her partner\nin the dance.Webb brightened up amazingly after this, and before he\ndeparted in the \"wee sma' hours,\" when the rooms were empty, Gertrude\ngave him a chance for a brief, quiet talk, which proved that Amy's heart\nwas still in the Highlands, even if he did not yet possess it.Sandra took the milk there.Burt would not return till late in December; but Amy came home about the\nmiddle of the month, and received an ovation that was enough \"to turn any\none's head,\" she declared.Their old quiet life was resumed, and Webb\nwatched keenly for any discontent with it.\"I've had my little fling,\" she said, \"and I suppose it was\ntime I saw more of the world and society, but oh, what a refuge and haven\nof rest the old place is!Gertrude is lovely, her father very gallant and\npolite, but Mrs.Hargrove's stateliness oppresses me, and in society I\nfelt that I had to take a grain of salt with everything said to me.Gertrude showed her sense in preferring a home.I was in some superb\nhouses in the city that did not seem like homes.\"Sandra went back to the bedroom.Webb, in his solicitude that the country-house should not appear dull,\nfound time", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It was a season of leisure; but his mother\nbegan to smile to herself as she saw how absorbed he was in his pupil.The nights grew colder, the stars gained a frosty glitter, the ground was\nrock-like, and the ponds were covered with a glare of black ice.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Amy was\neager to learn to skate, and Webb found his duty of instructor\ndelightful.Little danger of her falling, although, with a beginner's\nawkwardness, she essayed to do so often; strong arms were ever near and\nready, and any one would have been glad to catch Amy in such peril.They were now looking forward to Burt's return and the holiday season,\nwhich Gertrude would spend with them.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Not merely the shops, but busy and stealthy fingers, would furnish the\ngifts.Webb had bought his present for Amy, but had also burned the\nmidnight oil in the preparation of another--a paper for a magazine, and\nit had been accepted.He had planned and composed it while at work\nstripping the husks from the yellow corn, superintending the wood teams\nand the choppers in the mountain, and aiding in cutting from an adjacent\npond the crystal blocks of ice--the stored coolness for the coming\nsummer.Mary moved to the bedroom.Then while others thought him sleeping he wrote and rewrote the\nthoughts he had harvested during the day.Sandra took the football there.Daniel went back to the bedroom.One of his most delightful tasks, however, was in aiding Amy to embower\nthe old house in wreaths and festoons of evergreens.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The rooms grew into\naromatic bowers.Daniel took the apple there.Autumn leaves and ferns gave to the heavier decorations\na light, airy beauty which he had never seen before.Grace itself Amy\nappeared as she mounted the step-ladder and reached here and there,\ntwining and coaxing everything into harmony.What was the effect of all this companionship on her mind?Sandra moved to the garden.Sandra went back to the kitchen.She least of\nall could have answered: she did not analyze.She was being carried forward on a shining tide of happiness, and\nyet its motion was so even, quiet, and strong that there was nothing to\ndisturb her maidenly serenity.If Webb had been any one but Webb, and if\nshe had been in the habit of regarding all men as possible admirers, she\nwould have understood herself long before this.If she had been brought\nup with brothers in her own home she would have known that she welcomed\nthis quiet brother with a gladness that had a deeper root than sisterly\naffection.Daniel journeyed to the garden.But the fact that he was Webb, the quiet, self-controlled man\nwho had called her sister Amy for a year, made his presence, his deep\nsympathy with her and for her, seem natural.Sandra went back to the bathroom.His approaches had been so\ngradual that he was stealing into her heart as spring enters a flower.You can never name the first hour of its presenceSandra discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The process is quiet, yet vital\nand sure, and at last there comes an hour when the bud is ready to open.That time was near, and Webb hoped that it was.John travelled to the garden.His tones were now and\nthen so tender and gentle that she looked at him a little wonderingly,\nbut his manner was quiet and far removed from that of the impetuous Burt.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.There was a warmth in it, however, like the increasing power of the sun,\nand in human hearts bleak December can be the spring-time as truly as\nMay.It was the twenty-third--one of the stormiest days of a stormy month.Daniel went to the bedroom.Mary went to the bathroom.The\nsnowflakes were whirling without, and making many a circle in the gale\nbefore joining their innumerable comrades that whitened the ground.Sandra took the milk there.Sandra went back to the bedroom.The\nwind sighed and soughed about the old house as it had done a year before,\nbut Webb and Amy were armed against its mournfulness.They were in the\nparlor, on whose wide hearth glowed an ample fire.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Burt and Gertrude were\nexpected on the evening train.\"Gertie is coming home through the snow just as I did,\" said Amy,\nfastening a spray of mistletoe that a friend had sent her from England to\nthe chandelier; \"and the same old warm welcome awaits her.\"\"What a marvellous year it has been!\"Mary went to the bedroom.Mary moved to the garden.Burt is engaged to one of whose\nexistence he did not know a year ago.Mary went to the hallway.He has been out West, and found\nthat you have land that will make you all rich.\"Sandra dropped the milk there.\"Are these the greatest marvels of the year, Amy?\"John travelled to the bathroom.I didn't know you a year ago to-day, and now\nI seem to have known you always, you great patient, homely old\nfellow--'deliciously homely.'\"The eyes of scores of young fellows looked at you that evening as if you\nwere deliciously handsome.\"Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the office.\"And you looked at me one time as if you hadn't a friend in the world,\nand you wanted to be back in your native wilds.\"\"Not without you, Amy; and you said you wished you were looking at the\nrainbow shield with me again.\"Daniel took the football there.John took the apple there.John journeyed to the bedroom.His style and\ntitle having soon transpired, and being within that class whom a great\nman might notice without derogation, four of the Duke's friends, with the\nobedient start which poor Malvolio ascribes to his imaginary retinue,\nmade out to lead the victor to his presence.As they conducted him in\ntriumph through the crowd of spectators, and stunned him at the same time\nwith their compliments on his success, he chanced to pass, or rather toSandra went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.Mary moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.The\nCaptain of the popinjay and Miss Bellenden  like crimson, as the\nlatter returned, with embarrassed courtesy, the low inclination which the\nvictor made, even to the saddle-bow, in passing her.Daniel travelled to the garden.\"I--I--have seen him, madam, at my uncle's, and--and elsewhere\noccasionally,\" stammered Miss Edith Bellenden.\"I hear them say around me,\" said Lady Margaret, \"that the young spark is\nthe nephew of old Milnwood.\"Daniel went to the kitchen.John journeyed to the office.\"The son of the late Colonel Morton of Milnwood, who commanded a regiment\nof horse with great courage at Dunbar and Inverkeithing,\" said a\ngentleman who sate on horseback beside Lady Margaret.Mary went to the office.\"Ay, and who, before that, fought for the Covenanters both at\nMarston-Moor and Philiphaugh,\" said Lady Margaret, sighing as she\npronounced the last fatal words, which her husband's death gave her such\nsad reason to remember.\"Your ladyship's memory is just,\" said the gentleman, smiling, \"but it\nwere well all that were forgot now.\"Mary journeyed to the bedroom.\"He ought to remember it, Gilbertscleugh,\" returned Lady Margaret, \"and\ndispense with intruding himself into the company of those to whom his\nname must bring unpleasing recollections.\"\"You forget, my dear lady,\" said her nomenclator, \"that the young\ngentleman comes here to discharge suit and service in name of his uncle.John grabbed the apple there.Mary travelled to the garden.I would every estate in the country sent out as pretty a fellow.\"\"His uncle, as well as his umquhile father, is a roundhead, I presume,\"\nsaid Lady Margaret.\"He is an old miser,\" said Gilbertscleugh, \"with whom a broad piece would\nat any time weigh down political opinions, and, therefore, although\nprobably somewhat against the grain, he sends the young gentleman to\nattend the muster to save pecuniary pains and penalties.As for the rest,\nI suppose the youngster is happy enough to escape here for a day from the\ndulness of the old house at Milnwood, where he sees nobody but his\nhypochondriac uncle and the favourite housekeeper.\"\"Do you know how many men and horse the lands of Milnwood are rated at?\"Daniel went to the hallway.said the old lady, continuing her enquiry.\"Two horsemen with complete harness,\" answered Gilbertscleugh.Sandra went back to the garden.John dropped the apple there.John went back to the bathroom.\"Our land,\" said Lady Margaret, drawing herself up with dignity, \"has\nalways furnished to the muster eight men, cousin Gilbertscleugh, and\noften a voluntary aid of thrice the number.I remember his sacred Majesty\nKing Charles, when he took his disjune at Tillietudlem, was particularMary picked up the milk there.Sandra went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the bathroom.May I be permitted to\nconvoy your ladyship and Miss Bellenden home?--Parties of the wild whigs\nhave been abroad, and are said to insult and disarm the well-affected who\ntravel in small numbers.\"Mary journeyed to the office.\"We thank you, cousin Gilbertscleugh,\" said Lady Margaret; \"but as we\nshall have the escort of my own people, I trust we have less need than\nothers to be troublesome to our friends.Will you have the goodness to\norder Harrison to bring up our people somewhat more briskly; he rides\nthem towards us as if he were leading a funeral procession.\"The gentleman in attendance communicated his lady's orders to the trusty\nsteward.Honest Harrison had his own reasons for doubting the prudence of this\ncommand; but, once issued and received, there was a necessity for obeying\nit.Daniel took the apple there.Mary journeyed to the garden.Mary got the football there.He set off, therefore, at a hand-gallop, followed by the butler, in\nsuch a military attitude as became one who had served under Montrose, and\nwith a look of defiance, rendered sterner and fiercer by the inspiring\nfumes of a gill of brandy, which he had snatched a moment to bolt to the\nking's health, and confusion to the Covenant, during the intervals of\nmilitary duty.Unhappily this potent refreshment wiped away from the\ntablets of his memory the necessity of paying some attention to the\ndistresses and difficulties of his rear-file, Goose Gibbie.No sooner had\nthe horses struck a canter, than Gibbie's jack-boots, which the poor\nboy's legs were incapable of steadying, began to play alternately against\nthe horse's flanks, and, being armed with long-rowelled spurs, overcame\nthe patience of the animal, which bounced and plunged, while poor\nGibbie's entreaties for aid never reached the ears of the too heedless\nbutler, being drowned partly in the concave of the steel cap in which his\nhead was immersed, and partly in the martial tune of the Gallant Grames,\nwhich Mr Gudyill whistled with all his power of lungs.John went to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.The upshot was, that the steed speedily took the matter into his own\nhands, and having gambolled hither and thither to the great amusement of\nall spectators, set off at full speed towards the huge family-coach\nalready described.The green and stagnant waters lick His feet,\n     And from their filmy, iridescent scum\n   Clouds of mosquitoes, gauzy in the heat,\n     Rise with His gifts: Death and Delirium.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Daniel discarded the apple.Daniel moved to the bathroom.His messengers: They bear the deadly taint\n     On spangled wings aloft and far away,\n   Making thin music, strident and yet faint,\n     From golden eve to silver break of day.The baffled sleeper hears th' incessant whine", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the hallway.While far away He in the marshes lies,\n     Staining the stagnant water with His breath,\n   An endless hunger burning in His eyes,\n     A famine unassuaged, whose food is Death.Mary went back to the kitchen.He hides among the ghostly mists that float\n     Over the water, weird and white and chill,\n   And peasants, passing in their laden boat,\n     Shiver and feel a sense of coming ill.John got the milk there.A thousand burn and die; He takes no heed,\n     Their bones, unburied, strewn upon the plain,\n   Only increase the frenzy of His greed\n     To add more victims to th' already slain.He loves the haggard frame, the shattered mind,\n     Gloats with delight upon the glazing eye,\n   Yet, in one thing, His cruelty is kind,\n     He sends them lovely dreams before they die;\n\n   Dreams that bestow on them their heart's desire,\n     Visions that find them mad, and leave them blest,\n   To sink, forgetful of the fever's fire,\n     Softly, as in a lover's arms, to rest.Fancy\n\n   Far in the Further East the skilful craftsman\n       Fashioned this fancy for the West's delight.John put down the milk.John got the milk there.Mary went back to the garden.This rose and azure Dragon, crouching softly\n       Upon the satin skin, close-grained and white.John went back to the bedroom.And you lay silent, while his slender needles\n       Pricked the intricate pattern on your arm,\n   Combining deftly Cruelty and Beauty,\n       That subtle union, whose child is charm.Charm irresistible: the lovely something\n       We follow in our dreams, but may not reach.The unattainable Divine Enchantment,\n       Hinted in music, never heard in speech.This from the blue design exhales towards me,\n       As incense rises from the Homes of Prayer,\n   While the unfettered eyes, allured and rested,\n       Urge the forbidden lips to stoop and share;\n\n   Share in the sweetness of the rose and azure\n       Traced in the Dragon's form upon the white\n   Curve of the arm.Mary picked up the football there.Ah, curb thyself, my fancy,\n       Where would'st thou drift in this enchanted flight?John went to the office.Feroza\n\n   The evening sky was as green as Jade,\n      As Emerald turf by Lotus lake,\n   Behind the Kafila far she strayed,\n      (The Pearls are lost if the Necklace break!)John left the milk.A lingering freshness touched the air", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The Raiders threw her upon the sand,\n      Men of the Wilderness know no laws,\n   They tore the Amethysts off her hand,\n      And rent the folds of her veiling gauze.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra took the milk there.John took the football there.They struck the lips that they might have kissed,\n      Pitiless they to her pain and fear,\n   And wrenched the gold from her broken wrist,\n      No use to cry; there were none to hear.Her scarlet mouth and her onyx eyes,\n      Her braided hair in its silken sheen,\n   Were surely meet for a Lover's prize,\n      But Fate dissented, and stepped between.Across the Zenith the vultures fly,\n      Cruel of beak and heavy of wing.John moved to the kitchen.This Month the Almonds Bloom at Kandahar\n\n   I hate this City, seated on the Plain,\n     The clang and clamour of the hot Bazar,\n   Knowing, amid the pauses of my pain,\n     This month the Almonds bloom in Kandahar.The Almond-trees, that sheltered my Delight,\n     Screening my happiness as evening fell.It was well worth--that most Enchanted Night--\n     This life in torment, and the next in Hell!John dropped the football.People are kind to me; one More than Kind,\n     Her lashes lie like fans upon her cheek,\n   But kindness is a burden on my mind,\n     And it is weariness to hear her speak.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.For though that Kaffir's bullet holds me here,\n     My thoughts are ever free, and wander far,\n   To where the Lilac Hills rise, soft and clear,\n     Beyond the Almond Groves of Kandahar.He followed me to Sibi, to the Fair,\n     The Horse-fair, where he shot me weeks ago,\n   But since they fettered him I have no care\n     That my returning steps to health are slow.They will not loose him till they know my fate,\n     And I rest here till I am strong to slay,\n   Meantime, my Heart's Delight may safely wait\n     Among the Almond blossoms, sweet as they.Sandra dropped the milk.Mary went back to the garden.Well, he won by day,\n     But I won, what I so desired, by night,\n   _My_ arms held what his lack till Judgment Day!Sandra grabbed the milk there.Also, the game is not yet over--quite!Mary went to the hallway.Wait, Amir Ali, wait till I come forth\n     To kill, before the Almond-trees are green,\n   To raze thy very Memory from the North,\n   Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "it is Duty\n     To rid the World from Shiah dogs like thee,\n   They are but ill-placed moles on Islam's beauty,\n     Such as the Faithful cannot calmly see!Sandra went back to the garden.Also thy bullet hurts me not a little,\n     Thy Shiah blood might serve to salve the ill.Maybe some Afghan Promises are brittle;\n     Never a Promise to oneself, to kill!Now I grow stronger, I have days of leisure\n     To shape my coming Vengeance as I lie,\n   And, undisturbed by call of War or Pleasure,\n     Can dream of many ways a man may die.I shall not torture thee, thy friends might rally,\n     Some Fate assist thee and prove false to me;\n   Oh!Daniel took the football there.John went back to the kitchen.shouldst thou now escape me, Amir Ali,\n     This would torment me through Eternity!Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra went to the bathroom.Aye, Shuffa-Jan, I will be quiet indeed,\n     Give here the Hakim's powder if thou wilt,\n   And thou mayst sit, for I perceive thy need,\n     And rest thy soft-haired head upon my quilt.Thy gentle love will not disturb a mind\n     That loves and hates beneath a fiercer Star.Also, thou know'st, my Heart is left behind,\n     Among the Almond-trees of Kandahar!Sandra went to the bedroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.How does it cheat you into thinking that you\n          will be warmer for drinking it?What do the people who travel in very cold\n          countries, tell us about the use of alcohol?John travelled to the bathroom.How did tobacco affect the men who went to the\n          Arctic seas with Lieutenant Greely?[Illustration: N]OW that you have learned about your bodies, and what\nalcohol will do to them, you ought also to know that alcohol costs a\ngreat deal of money.Daniel went to the garden.Money spent for that which will do no good, but\nonly harm, is certainly wasted, and worse than wasted.Mary went to the garden.If a boy or a girl save ten cents a week, it will take ten weeks to save\na dollar.You can all think of many good and pleasant ways to spend a dollar.Mary grabbed the apple there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.What\nwould the beer-drinker do with it?John went to the hallway.If he takes two mugs of beer a day,\nthe dollar will be used up in ten days.But we ought not to say used,\nbecause that word will make us think it was spent usefully.John journeyed to the office.We will say,\ninstead, the dollar will be wasted, in ten days.If he spends it for wine or whiskey, it will go sooner, asSandra went back to the bedroom.Daniel discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the kitchen.If no money was spent for liquor in this country, people would not\nso often be sick, or poor, or bad, or wretched.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.We should not need so\nmany policemen, and jails, and prisons, as we have now.If no liquor was\ndrunk, men, women, and children would be better and happier.Most of you have a little money of your own.Perhaps you earned a part,\nor the whole of it, yourselves.Daniel went to the office.You are planning what to do with it, and\nthat is a very pleasant kind of planning.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Do you think it would be wise to make a dollar bill into a tight little\nroll, light one end of it with a match, and then let it slowly burn up?(_See Frontispiece._)\n\nYes!It would be worse than wasted,\nif, while burning, it should also hurt the person who held it.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.If you\nshould buy cigars or tobacco with your dollar, and smoke them, you could\nsoon burn up the dollar and hurt yourselves besides.John went back to the kitchen.Then, when you begin to have some idea how much six\nhundred millions is, remember that six hundred million dollars are spent\nin this country every year for tobacco--burned up--wasted--worse than\nwasted.Do you think the farmer who planted tobacco instead of corn, did any\ngood to the world by the change?Daniel went back to the office.John went to the bedroom.How does the liquor-drinker spend his money?Sandra travelled to the garden.What could we do, if no money was spent for\n          liquor?Sandra went back to the office.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel picked up the football there.Mary went back to the garden.Tell two ways in which you could burn up a\n          dollar bill.Mary got the apple there.How much money is spent for tobacco, yearly, in\n          this country?Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel left the football.*       *       *       *       *\n\nTranscriber's Notes:\n\nThis book contains pronunciation codes.These are indicated in the text\nby the following\n\n          breve: [)i]\n          macron: [=i]\n          tilde: [~i]\n          slash through the letter: [\\l]\n\nObvious punctuation errors repaired.Mary journeyed to the office.Mary went back to the garden.Mary moved to the kitchen.From start to finish the Glow-worm's life is one great orgy of light.The eggs are luminous; the grubs likewise.Mary moved to the bedroom.The full-grown females are\nmagnificent lighthouses, the adult males retain the glimmer which the\ngrubs already possessedSandra left the milk.Mary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John moved to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.We can understand the object of the feminine\nbeacon; but of what use is all the rest of the pyrotechnic display?Mary went back to the bedroom.To\nmy great regret, I cannot tell.Mary moved to the office.Sandra moved to the garden.John travelled to the garden.It is and will be, for many a day to\ncome, perhaps for all time, the secret of animal physics, which is\ndeeper than the physics of the books.THE CABBAGE-CATERPILLAR.The cabbage of our modern kitchen-gardens is a semi-artificial plant,\nthe produce of our agricultural ingenuity quite as much as of the\nniggardly gifts of nature.Spontaneous vegetation supplied us with the\nlong-stalked, scanty-leaved, ill-smelling wilding, as found, according\nto the botanists, on the ocean cliffs.He had need of a rare\ninspiration who first showed faith in this rustic clown and proposed to\nimprove it in his garden-patch.Sandra went back to the hallway.Progressing by infinitesimal degrees, culture wrought miracles.Mary took the football there.It\nbegan by persuading the wild cabbage to discard its wretched leaves,\nbeaten by the sea-winds, and to replace them by others, ample and\nfleshy and close-fitting.It deprived itself of the joys of light by arranging its leaves in a\nlarge compact head, white and tender.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.In our day, among the successors\nof those first tiny hearts, are some that, by virtue of their massive\nbulk, have earned the glorious name of chou quintal, as who should say\na hundredweight of cabbage.Later, man thought of obtaining a generous dish with a thousand little\nsprays of the inflorescence.Under the cover of\nthe central leaves, it gorged with food its sheaves of blossom, its\nflower-stalks, its branches and worked the lot into a fleshy\nconglomeration.Daniel went to the garden.Differently entreated, the plant, economizing in the centre of its\nshoot, set a whole family of close-wrapped cabbages ladder-wise on a\ntall stem.John travelled to the office.A multitude of dwarf leaf-buds took the place of the\ncolossal head.Next comes the turn of the stump, an unprofitable, almost wooden,\nthing, which seemed never to have any other purpose than to act as a\nsupport for the plant.But the tricks of gardeners are capable of\neverything, so much so that the stalk yields to the grower's\nsuggestions and becomes fleshy and swells into an ellipse similar to\nthe turnip, of which it possesses all the merits of corpulence, flavour\nand delicacy; only the strange product serves as a base for a few\nsparse leaves, the last protests of a real stem that refuses to lose\nits attributes entirely.Mary moved to the office.If the stem allows itself to be allured, why not the root?Mary discarded the football there.It does, in\nfact, yield to the", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.Mary moved to the bedroom.This is the\nrutabaga, or swede, the turnip-cabbage of our northern districts.Sandra left the apple.John went back to the garden.Incomparably docile under our nursing, the cabbage has given its all\nfor our nourishment and that of our cattle: its leaves, its flowers,\nits buds, its stalk, its root; all that it now wants is to combine the\nornamental with the useful, to smarten itself, to adorn our flowerbeds\nand cut a good figure on a drawing-room table.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel went back to the office.It has done this to\nperfection, not with its flowers, which, in their modesty, continue\nintractable, but with its curly and variegated leaves, which have the\nundulating grace of Ostrich-feathers and the rich colouring of a mixed\nbouquet.Sandra left the apple there.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra discarded the apple.Daniel went to the garden.None who beholds it in this magnificence will recognize the\nnear relation of the vulgar \"greens\" that form the basis of our\ncabbage-soup.Sandra went back to the garden.The cabbage, first in order of date in our kitchen-gardens, was held in\nhigh esteem by classic antiquity, next after the bean and, later, the\npea; but it goes much farther back, so far indeed that no memories of\nits acquisition remain.John went back to the bedroom.History pays but little attention to these\ndetails: it celebrates the battle-fields whereon we meet our death, but\nscorns to speak of the ploughed fields whereby we thrive; it knows the\nnames of the kings' bastards, but cannot tell us the origin of wheat.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John went to the garden.Sandra dropped the football.This silence respecting the precious plants that serve as food is most\nregrettable.The cabbage in particular, the venerable cabbage, that\ndenizen of the most ancient garden-plots, would have had extremely\ninteresting things to teach us.Sandra got the football there.Sandra put down the football.It is a treasure in itself, but a\ntreasure twice exploited, first by man and next by the caterpillar of\nthe Pieris, the common Large White Butterfly whom we all know (Pieris\nbrassicae, Lin.).Daniel went to the bedroom.Daniel grabbed the football there.This caterpillar feeds indiscriminately on the leaves\nof all varieties of cabbage, however dissimilar in appearance: he\nnibbles with the same appetite red cabbage and broccoli, curly greens\nand savoy, swedes and turnip-tops, in short, all that our ingenuity,\nlavish of time and patience, has been able to obtain from the original\nplant since the most distant ages.But what did the caterpillar eat before our cabbages supplied him with\ncopious provender?Obviously the Pieris did not wait for the adventMary went back to the office.Daniel discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went to the office.She lived without us and would have continued to live without us.A Butterfly's existence is not subject to ours, but rightfully\nindependent of our aid.If I had some quiet little room\n    with you perhaps I might get strength slowly and be good for\n    something after awhile.... I do not mourn much for the blasting of\n    my own hopes of usefulness; but I can not bear to be the canker worm\n    destroying all your beautiful buds of promise.Mary went to the bathroom.She remained in poor health a long time\u2014so thin and pale that old\nacquaintances hardly knew her.She wrote:\n\n    I feel something as a stranger feels in a strange land I guess.Sandra moved to the kitchen.This\n    makes me turn to you with all the more love.My home is where you\n    are.John went to the bathroom.------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER XI.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel picked up the milk there.\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\n                            STRENUOUS TIMES.They had left Shalersville resolved that Asaph should continue his\nstudies, but undecided where to go.Sandra grabbed the football there.Professor Br\u00fcnnow invited him to Ann\nArbor; and Mr.John travelled to the garden.Bond, director of the Harvard College Observatory,\nencouraged him to go there.Besides, the famous mathematician Benjamin\nPeirce taught at Harvard.Not till they reached Cleveland was the\ndecision made.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary picked up the apple there.The way West was barred by a storm on Lake Erie, and\nAngeline said, \u201cLet\u2019s go East.\u201d\n\nSo she returned to Rodman for a visit, while her husband set out for\nHarvard University.John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Fifty years and more have passed since then.Sandra dropped the football there.John moved to the hallway.Their\nfour sons have long since graduated at Harvard, and growing\ngrandchildren are turning their eyes thither.Hall talked with\nProfessors Peirce and Bond, and with the dean of the faculty, Professor\nHosford.Daniel went to the kitchen.All gave him encouragement, and he proceeded to Plymouth\nHollow, Conn., now called Thomaston, to earn money enough at carpentry\nto give him a start.He earned the highest wages given to carpenters at\nthat time, a dollar and a half a day; but his wife\u2019s poor health almost\ndiscouraged him.On May 19, 1857, he wrote her as follows:\n\n    I get along very well with my work, and try to study a little in the\n    evenings, but find it rather hard business after a day\u2019s labor.... I\n    don\u2019t fairly know what we had better do, whether I had better keep\nDaniel left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.John journeyed to the bedroom.It would be much pleasanter for you, I\n    suppose, were I to give up the pursuit of my studies, and try to get\n    us a home.But then, as I have no tact for money-making by\n    speculation, and it would take so long to earn enough with my hands\n    to buy a home, we should be old before it would be accomplished, and\n    in this case, my studies would have to be given up forever.John travelled to the hallway.I do not\n    like to do this, for it seems to me that with two years\u2019 more study\n    I can attain a position in which I can command a decent salary.Mary moved to the bathroom.Perhaps in less time, I can pay my way at Cambridge, either by\n    teaching or by assisting in the Observatory.John journeyed to the kitchen.But how and where we\n    shall live during the two years is the difficulty.Mary picked up the football there.Mary left the football.I shall try to\n    make about sixty dollars before the first of August.With this money\n    I think that I could stay at Cambridge one year and might possibly\n    find a situation so that we might make our home there.But I think that it is not best that we should both go to Cambridge\n    with so little money, and run the risk of my finding employment.You\n    must come here and stay with our folks until I get something\n    arranged at Cambridge, and then, I hope that we can have a permanent\n    home.... Make up your mind to be a stout-hearted little woman for a\n    couple of years.Yours,\n\n                ASAPH HALL.But Angeline begged to go to Cambridge with him, although she wrote:\n\n    These attacks are so sudden, I might be struck down instantly, or\n    become helpless or senseless.Mary picked up the football there.About the first of July she went to Goshen, Conn., to stay with his\nmother, in whom she found a friend.Though very delicate, she was\nindustrious.Mary went back to the hallway.Her husband\u2019s strong twin sisters wondered how he would\nsucceed with such a poor, weak little wife.But Asaph\u2019s mother assured\nher son that their doubts were absurd, as Angeline accomplished as much\nas both the twins together.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.So it came to pass that in the latter part of August, 1857, Asaph Hall\narrived in Cambridge with fifty dollars in his pocket and an invalid\nwife on his arm.George Bond, son of the director of the\nobservatory, told him bluntly that if he followed astronomy he would\nstarve.John took the milk there.He had no money, no social position, no friends.John discarded the milk.What right had\nhe and his delicate wife to dream of a scientific career?The best the\nHarvard Observatory could doMary put down the football.Daniel got the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Then his pay was\nadvanced to four dollars.Early in 1858 he got some extra work\u2014observing\nmoon-culminations in connection with Col.Joseph E. Johnston\u2019s army\nengineers.For each observation he received a dollar; and fortune so far\nfavored the young astronomer that in the month of March he made\ntwenty-three such observations.His faithful wife, as regular as an\nalarm clock, would waken him out of a sound sleep and send him off to\nthe observatory.In 1858, also, he began to eke out his income by\ncomputing almanacs, earning the first year about one hundred and thirty\ndollars; but competition soon made such work unprofitable.In less than\na year he had won the respect of Mr.George Bond by solving problems\nwhich that astronomer was unable to solve; and at length, in the early\npart of 1859, upon the death of the elder Bond, his pay was raised to\nfour hundred dollars a year.After his experience such a salary seemed quite munificent.John went back to the garden.The twin\nsisters visited Cambridge and were much dissatisfied with Asaph\u2019s\npoverty.They tried to persuade Angeline to make him go into some more\nprofitable business.May my _first_ never be lost in my _second_,\n    To prevent me enjoying my _whole_.Why do sailors working in brigs make bad servants?Because it is\nimpossible for a man to serve two mast-ers well!Why is a note of hand like a rosebud?Daniel went to the bathroom.Because it is matured by falling\ndue (dew).Why are plagiarists like Long Branch hotel-keepers with newly-married\ncouples?Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.Because they are accustomed to seaside dears (seize ideas),\nand to make the most out of them that is possible!Cut off my head, and singular I am;\n    Cut off my tail, and plural I appear;\n    Cut off both head and tail, and, wondrous fact,\n    Although my middle's left, there's nothing there.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.What is my head?--a sounding sea;\n    What is my tail?--a flowing river;\n    In ocean's greatest depths I fearless play,\n    Parent of sweetest sounds though mute forever.Why is a dog's tail a great novelty?Why does a nobleman's title sometimes become extinct?Because, though\nthe Queen can make a man appear (a peer), she can't make him apparent\n(a parent).Why is the Prince of Wales, musing on his mother's government, like a\nrainbow?Because it's the son's (sun's) reflection on a steady reign\n(rain)!Why was Louis Phillippe like a very wet day?Because he rained\n(reigned) as long as he could, and then--mizzled!When Louis Phillippe was deposed, why did he lose less than any of his\nsubjects?Daniel went to the garden.Because, whilst he only lost a crown, they lost a sovereign.Why is the final letter in", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Because it's an\nE-mute.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.John moved to the hallway.Daniel took the apple there.What was once the most fashionable cap in Paris?Daniel left the apple.Without my _first_ no man nor beast could live.Daniel went back to the bathroom.It was my _second_ who my _first_ did give;\n    And now vain man assumes my _second's_ name,\n    And to my _first_ makes his resistless claim.John travelled to the garden.Oh, luckless they who feel the harsh control,\n    When cold and heartless proves my grasping _whole_.Because they are never content until\nthey execute their pas.In what respect do modern customs differ materially from ancient ones?Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Formerly they were hewers of wood and drawers of water; now we have\ndrawers of wood and ewers of water!Daniel went back to the hallway.Why does a man who has been all his life a hewer of wood, that is, a\nwood-cutter, never come home to dinner?Because he's not only bre(a)d\nthere, but he's always a chop(p)in' the wood!John picked up the apple there.John picked up the football there.Why should the poet have expected the woodman to \"spare that tree?\"Mary went to the garden.Because he thought he was a good feller!John left the apple.What did Jack Frost say when he kissed the violet?Mary travelled to the bathroom.Ashes, as, when burned, they're\nashes still.Mary moved to the office.If a tree were to break a window, what would the window say?Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.And when is a charade like a fir-tree?Mary moved to the office.John picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.When you get a deal bored\n(board) from its length!Sandra travelled to the office.but what did the sun say to the rose?John travelled to the office.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Why is the Ohio river like a drunken man?Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Mary went to the bathroom.Because it takes in too much\nMonongahela at Pittsburgh, runs past Wheeling, gets a Licking opposite\nCincinnati, and falls below Louisville.John journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the office.John left the apple there.When is the Hudson river good for the eyes?Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John grabbed the apple there.My _first_ she was a serving-maid--\n      She went to fetch some tea;\n    How much she brought my _second_ tells,\n      As plainly as can be.Mary went back to the office.Mary went to the kitchen.Now when you have the answer found,\n      Name it to others too;\n    My _whole_ is just the very thing,\n      In telling them, youJohn went back to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Which are the lightest men--Scotchmen, Irishmen, or Englishmen?In\nIreland there are men of Cork; in Scotland men of Ayr; but in England,\non the Thames, they have lighter-men.What Island would form a cheerful luncheon party?Friendly Society, a\nSandwich, and Madeira.Tell us the best way to make the hours go fast?And, per contra, when does a man sit down to a melancholy--we had\nnearly said melon-cholic--dessert?Daniel journeyed to the hallway.When he sits down to whine and to\npine.Where is it that all women are equally beautiful?Daniel picked up the football there.A sly friend promptly\nreplies, \"Why, in the dark, of course.\"Because they have studded (studied)\nthe heavens since the creation.Because there are r, a, t, s, in both.What is that which, supposing its greatest breadth to be four inches,\nlength nine inches, and depth three inches, contains a solid foot?What pomatum do you imagine a woman with very pretty feet uses for her\nhair?Why is wit like a Chinese lady's foot?Because brevity is the soul\n(sole) of it.Why is the letter S like a pert repartee?Because it begins and ends in\nsauciness.If a gentleman asked his lady-love to take one kind of wine, while he\ndrank another, what two countries would he name?Port-you-gal, I'll\nhave White (Portugal--Isle of Wight).Why should a teetotaler not have a wife?What kind of a cravat would a hog be most likely to choose?A\npig's-tye, of course.Why do teetotalers run such a slight risk of drowning?Because they are\nso accustomed to keep their noses above water.How can you make one pound of green tea go as far as five pounds of\nblack?Buy the above quantities in New York, and send them up to\nYonkers.Why is a short man struggling to kiss a tall woman like an Irishman\ngoing up to Vesuvius?Because, sure, he's trying to get at the mouth of\nthe crater!What is the greatest miracle ever worked in Ireland?Why is marriage with a deceased wife's sister like the wedding of two\nfish?Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Because it's a-finny-tie (affinity).Daniel dropped the football.A man bought two fishes, but on taking them home found he had three;\nhow was this?Suppose we begin with my _second_ TRANSPOSED,\n      A comical way of beginning,\n    But many a horse that starts last in the race\n      Is first at the post for the winning.Well, my _second_ transposed, is a terrible snare;\n      It has broken the hearts of a million or more,\n    Has put rags on the back, filled asylums and jails,\n      And driven my _whole_ from the door.Now, if you would my _first_ (teetotalers say),", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the garden.\"_The Sicilian Vespers_\" (Vol.).--Your correspondent is\nreferred to _The War of the Sicilian Vespers_, by Amari, translated by\nthe Earl of Ellesmere, published very lately by Murray.Sandra went to the office._Antiquity of Smoking_ (Vol ii., pp.B. says, alluding to\nJARLTZBERG's references, \"there is nothing in Solinus;\" I read, however,\nin Solinus, cap.Sandra moved to the hallway.Mary went to the office.1518), under the heading,\n\"Thracum mores, etc.\":\n\n  \"Uterque sexus epulantes focos ambiunt, herbarum quas habent\n  semine ignibus superjecto.Cujus nidore perculsi pro laetitia\n  habent imitari ebrietatem sensibus sauciatis.\"JARLTZBERG's reference to Herod.Sandra picked up the milk there.36. supplies nothing to the point:\nHerod.Sandra dropped the milk there.2. mentions the use of bone pipes, [Greek: physeteras\nosteinous], by the Scythians, _in milking_; but Herodotus (iv.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.describes the orgies of the Scythians, who produced intoxicating fumes\nby strewing hemp-seed upon red-hot stones, as the leaves and seed of the\nHasisha al fokara, or hemp-plant, are smoked in the East at the present\nday.(See De Sacy, _Chrestom.Compare also\nPlutarch de Fluviis (_de Hebro_, fr.), who speaks of a plant\nresembling Origanum, from which the Thracians procured a stupefying\nvapour, by burning the stalks:\n\n  \"[Greek: Epititheasi pyri... kai ten anapheromenen anathymiasin\n  dechomenoi tais anapnoiais, karountai, kai eis bathyn hypnon\n  katapherontai.]_Milton and the Calves-Head Club_ (Vol.Todd, in his\nedition of Milton's _Works_, in 1809, p.Sandra got the milk there.158., mentions the rumour,\nwithout expressing any opinion of its truth.I think he omits all\nmention of it in his subsequent edition in 1826, and therefore hope he\nhas adopted the prevailing opinion that it is a contemptible libel.In a\nnote to the former edition is a reference to Kennett's _Register_, p.John moved to the office.Sandra travelled to the garden.38., and to _\"Private forms of Prayer fitted for the late sad times,\"\n&c._, 12mo., Lond., 1660, attributed to Dr.An anonymous\nauthor, quoting the verbal assurance of \"a certain active Whigg,\" would\nbe entitled to little credit in attacking the character of the living,\nand ought surely to be scoutedMary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary took the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the bathroom.In\nLowndes' _Bib.Man._ it is stated that\n\n  \"This miserable trash has been attributed to the author of\n  Hudibras.\"_Voltaire's Henriade_ (Vol.Sandra went to the office.John went to the bedroom.).--I have two translations of\nthis poem in English verse, in addition to that mentioned at p.330.,\nviz., one in 4to., Anon., London, 1797; and one by Daniel French, 8vo.,\nLondon, 1807.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.The former, which, as I collect from the preface, was\nwritten by a lady and a foreigner, alludes to two previous translations,\none in blank verse (probably Lockman's), and the other in rhyme.John moved to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.John went to the bedroom.).--Your correspondent C. H.\nappears to give me too much credit for diligence, in having \"searched\"\nafter this document; for in truth I did nothing beyond writing to the\nrector of the parish, the Rev.John went back to the bathroom.All that I can positively\nsay as to my letter, is, that it was intended to be courteous; that it\nstated my reason for the inquiry; that it contained an apology for the\nliberty taken in applying to a stranger; and that Mr.Sandra went to the garden.Sockett did not\nhonour me with any answer.I believe, however, that I asked whether the\nregister still existed; if so, what was its nature, and over what period\nit extended; and whether it had been printed or described in any\nantiquarian or topographical book.Perhaps some reader may have the means of giving information on these\npoints; and if he will do so through the medium of your periodical, he\nwill oblige both C. H. and myself.Mary discarded the milk.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Or perhaps C. H. may be able to\ninquire through some more private channel, in which case I should feel\nmyself greatly indebted to him if he would have the goodness to let me\nknow the result.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.).--The solution of J. H. M. to MR.Sandra went back to the bedroom.\"Alternate layers of sliced pippins\nand mutton steaks\" might indeed make a pie, but not an apple-pie,\ntherefore this puzzling phrase must have had some other origin.An\ningenious friend of mine has suggested that it may perhaps be derived\nfrom that expression which we meet with in one of the scenes of\n_Hamlet_, \"Cap a pied;\" where it means perfectly appointed.Mary journeyed to the garden.The\ntransition from _cap a pied_, or \"cap a pie,\" to _apple-pie_, has rather\na rugged appearance, orthographically, I admit; but the ear soon becomes\naccustomed to it in pronunciation.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.ROBERT SNDaniel travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "_Durham Sword that killed the Dragon_ (Vol.Mary moved to the hallway.).--For details\nof the tradition, and an engraving of the sword, see Surtees' _History\nof Durham_, vol.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the office.--Your correspondent F. E. M. will find\nthe word _Malentour_, or _Malaentour_, given in Edmondson's _Complete\nBody of Heraldry_ as the motto of the family of Patten alias Wansfleet\n(_sic_) of Newington, Middlesex: it is said to be borne on a scroll over\nthe crest, which is a Tower in flames.Sandra went to the kitchen.In the \"Book of Mottoes\" the motto ascribed to the name of Patten is\n_Mal au Tour_, and the double meaning is suggested, \"Misfortune to the\nTower,\" and \"Unskilled in artifice.\"Sandra got the apple there.The arms that accompany it in Edmondson are nearly the same as those of\nWilliam Pattyn alias Waynflete, Bishop of Winchester and Lord Chancellor\ntemp.VI.--the founder of Magdalen College, Oxford.John went to the garden.John grabbed the milk there._The Bellman and his History_ (Vol.Mary took the football there.).--Since my\nformer communication on this subject I have been referred to the cut of\nthe Bellman and his _Dog_ in Collier's _Roxburghe Ballads_, p.59.,\ntaken from the first edition of Dekker's _Belman of London_, printed in\n1608.John discarded the milk.Daniel moved to the kitchen.\"_Geographers on Afric's Downs_\" (Vol.John took the milk there.John discarded the milk.Judge of my feelings by thy own, my sister.By the large measure of thy fond affection,\n Judge mine.Mary discarded the football.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra took the football there.find him out;\n My joy is incomplete till he partakes it.When doubts and fears have rent my anxious heart,\n In all my woes he kindly bore a part:\n Felt all my sorrows with a soul sincere,\n Sigh'd as I sigh'd, and number'd tear for tear:\n Now favouring heav'n my ardent vows has blest,\n He shall divide the transports of my breast.Daniel went back to the bathroom._Barce._               Publius, a moment hear me.Mary journeyed to the office.John grabbed the milk there.Know'st thou the name of Africa's ambassador?_Barce._           Son of Hanno?Sandra left the apple._Pub._                            Yes!Hamilcar!--How shall I support it!John left the milk.John got the milk there.[_Aside._\n\n _Pub._ Ah, charming maid!the blood forsakes thy cheekJohn dropped the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "speak,\n And tell me all the rigour of my fate._Barce._ Hear me, my Lord.Since I have been thy slave,\n Thy goodness, and the friendship of Attilia,\n Have soften'd all the horrors of my fate.Till now I have not felt the weight of bondage.Mary went to the office.Till now--ah, Publius!--think me not ungrateful,\n I would not wrong thee--I will be sincere--\n I will expose the weakness of my soul.Know then, my Lord--how shall I tell thee all?John took the football there._Pub._ Stop, cruel maid, nor wound thy Publius more;\n I dread the fatal frankness of thy words:\n Spare me the pain of knowing I am scorn'd;\n And if thy heart's devoted to another,\n Yet do not tell it me; in tender pity\n Do not, my fair, dissolve the fond illusion,\n The dear delightful visions I have form'd\n Of future joy, and fond exhaustless love._Barce._ (_alone._)\n And shall I see him then, see my Hamilcar,\n Pride of my soul, and lord of all my wishes?The only man in all our burning Afric\n Who ever taught my bosom how to love!If at his name I feel these strange emotions,\n How shall I see, how meet my conqueror?O let not those presume to judge of joy\n Who ne'er have felt the pangs which absence gives.John journeyed to the bedroom.Such tender transport those alone can prove,\n Who long, like me, have known disastrous love;\n The tears that fell, the sighs that once were paid,\n Like grateful incense on his altar laid;\n The lambent flame rekindle, not destroy,\n And woes remember'd heighten present joy.SCENE--_The inside of the Temple of Bellona--Seats for the\n Senators and Ambassadors--Lictors guarding the entrance._\n\n MANLIUS, PUBLIUS, _and Senators_._Man._ Let Regulus be sent for to our presence;\n And with him the ambassador of Carthage.Sandra went to the bedroom.Daniel went to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Is it then true the foe would treat of peace?_Pub._ They wish, at least, our captives were exchang'd,\n And send my father to declare their wish:\n If he obtain it, well: if not, then Regulus\n Returns to meet the vengeance of the foe,\n And pay for your refusal with his blood:\n He ratified this treaty with his oath,\n And ere he quitted Carthage, heard, unmov'd,\n The dreadful preparations for his death,\n Should he return.Say, can you give up Regulus to Carthage?Sandra picked up the apple there._Man._ Peace, Publius, peace, for see thy father comes._Enter_ HAMILCAR _and_ REGULUS.I thought these walls had been well known to Regulus?I was thinking what I was\n When last I saw them, and what now I am.Sandra went to the office._Ham._ (_to the Consul._)\n Carthage by me to Rome this greeting sends,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "_Man._ We will at leisure answer thee.Come, Regulus, resume thine ancient place._Reg._ (_pointing to the Senators._) Who then are these?Mary went to the office._Man._                            The Senators of Rome._Man._         What meanst thou?John went to the garden.I'm her Consul;\n Hast thou so soon forgotten Manlius?Mary journeyed to the bedroom._Reg._ And shall a _slave_ then have a place in Rome\n Among her Consuls and her Senators?_Man._ Yes!--For her _heroes_ Rome forgets her _laws_;\n Softens their harsh austerity for thee,\n To whom she owes her conquests and her triumphs.Daniel got the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John moved to the kitchen._Reg._ Rome may forget, but Regulus remembers._Man._ Was ever man so obstinately good?Sandra went to the bathroom.[_Aside._\n\n _Pub._ (_rising._) Fathers!Mary travelled to the office.[_To the Senators._\n\n _Reg._ Publius, what dost thou mean?_Pub._                             To do my duty:\n Where Regulus must stand, shall Publius sit?O Rome, how are thy manners chang'd!Sandra went back to the office.When last I left thee, ere I sail'd for Afric,\n It was a crime to think of private duties\n When public cares requir'd attention.----Sit,\n (_To_ PUBLIUS.)Mary went to the kitchen._Pub._ Forgive me, sir, if I refuse obedience:\n My heart o'erflows with duty to my father._Reg._ Know, Publius, that duty's at an end;\n Thy father died when he became a slave._Man._ Now urge thy suit, Hamilcar, we attend._Ham._ Afric hath chosen Regulus her messenger.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel discarded the milk.In him, both Carthage and Hamilcar speak._Man._ (_to_ REGULUS.)_Ham._ (_to_ REGULUS.)Ere thou speak'st,\n Maturely weigh what thou hast sworn to do,\n Should Rome refuse to treat with us of peace.Incidents of a similar alarming nature attended the escape of Mr.Robertson, his wife, and four children; one, a baby in arms.Robertson, with a child in each hand, lost sight of Mrs.Sandra picked up the football there.Mary moved to the garden.Robertson, with her infant and another child.John travelled to the garden.Distracted by sad\nforebodings, poor Mr.John travelled to the bathroom.Robertson forced his way to the water-port, but\nnot before a savage mountainer--riding furiously by him--aimed a\nsabre-blow at him to cut him down; but, as the murderous arm was poised\nabove, Mr.Robertson stooped, and", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the hallway.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Another ruffian seized one of his little girls, a pretty child of nine\nyears old, and scratched her arm several times with his dagger, calling\nout _flous_ (money) at each stroke.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Robertson\njoined his fainting wife, and the British Consul and his wife, with Mr.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel went to the office.John journeyed to the office.An old Moor never deserted the Consul's family,\n\"faithful among the faithless;\" and a Jewess, much attached to the\nfamily, abandoned them only to return to those allied to her by the ties\nof blood.John moved to the garden.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Their situation was now still perilous, for, should they be discovered\nby the wild Berbers, they all might be murdered.John moved to the kitchen.John moved to the garden.This night, the 15th,\nwas a most anxious one, and their apprehensions were dreadful.Daniel took the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.Mary went back to the office.Dawn of\nday was fast approaching, and every hour's delay rendered their\ncondition more precarious.Lucas, who never once\nfailed or lost his accustomed suavity and presence of mind amidst these\nimminent dangers, resolved upon communicating with the fleet by a most\nhazardous experiment.Daniel left the football.Mary got the apple there.On his way from the town-gate to the water-port,\nhe noticed some deal planks near the beach.John travelled to the bedroom.The idea struck him of\nturning these into a raft, which, supporting him, could enable their\nparty to communicate with the squadron.John moved to the hallway.Mary grabbed the football there.Lucas fetched the planks,\nand resolutely set to work.Sandra moved to the garden.Taking three of them, and luckily finding a\nquantity of strong grass cordage, he arranged them in the water, and\nwith some cross-pieces, bound the whole together; and, besides, having\nfound two small pieces of board to serve him as paddles, he gallantly\nlaunched forth alone, and, in about an hour, effected his object, for he\nexcited the attention of the French brig, 'Canard,' from which a boat\ncame and took him on board.Daniel dropped the milk.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The officers, being assured there were no Moors on guard at the\nbatteries, and that the Berbers were wholly occupied in plundering the\ncity, promptly and generously sent off a boat with Mr.Lucas to the\nrescue of the alarmed and trembling fugitives.The Prince de Joinville\nafterwards ordered them to be conveyed on board the 'Warspite.'Mary put down the apple.The\nself-devotedness, sagacity, and indefatigable exertions of the excellent\nyoung man, Mr.Lucas, were above all encomiums, and, at the hands of the\nSandra grabbed the apple there.Mary discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Levy (an English Jewess, married to a Maroquine Jew), and her\nfamily were left behind, and accompanied the rest of the miserable Jews\nand natives, to be maltreated, stripped naked, and, perhaps, murdered,\nlike many poor Jews.John went back to the office.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary took the apple there.John went back to the hallway.Amrem Elmelek, the greatest native merchant and\na Jew, died from fright.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Mary dropped the apple there.Sandra grabbed the football there.Carlos Bolelli, a Roman, perished during the\nsack of the city.Mary travelled to the garden.Mogador was left a heap of ruins, scarcely one house standing entire,\nand all tenantless.Mary went back to the hallway.In the fine elegiac bulletin of the bombarding\nPrince, \"Alas!Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra put down the football.Sandra went to the garden.Mary picked up the football there.Sandra moved to the hallway.thy walls are riddled with bullets,\nand thy mosques of prayer blackened with fire!\"Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Tangier trades almost exclusively with Gibraltar, between which place\nand this, an active intercourse is constantly kept up.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went to the office.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.The principal articles of importation into Tangier are, cotton goods of\nall kinds, cloth, silk-stuffs, velvets, copper, iron, steel, and\nhardware of every description; cochineal, indigo, and other dyes; tea,\ncoffee, sulphur, paper, planks, looking-glasses, tin, thread,\nglass-beads, alum, playing-cards, incense, sarsaparilla, and rum.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary moved to the bedroom.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went to the office.The exports consist in hides, wax, wool, leeches, dates, almonds,\noranges, and other fruit, bark, flax, durra, chick-peas, bird-seed, oxen\nand sheep, henna, and other dyes, woollen sashes, haicks, Moorish\nslippers, poultry, eggs, flour, &c.\n\nThe value of British and foreign goods imported into Tangier in 1856\nwas: British goods, L101,773 6_s_., foreign goods, L33,793.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.The goods exported from Tangier during the same year was: For British\nports, L63,580 10_s_., for foreign ports, L13,683.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary discarded the football.Daniel went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.The following is a statement of the number of British and foreign ships\nthat entered and cleared from this port during the same year.John moved to the office.John journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Daniel went to the bedroom.Entered:John went back to the hallway.Mary left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went back to the office.Mary went back to the hallway.Cleared: British ships 207, the united tonnage of which was 10,934;\nforeign ships 110, the total tonnage of which was 4,780.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.Three thousand head of cattle are annually exported, at a fixed duty of\nfive dollars per head, to Gibraltar, for the use of that garrison, in\nconformity with the terms of special grants that have, from time to\ntime, been made by the present Sultan and some of his predecessors.Sandra got the milk there.Mary moved to the office.In\naddition to the above, about 2,000 head are, likewise, exported\nannually, for the same destination, at a higher rate of duty, varying\nfrom eight dollars to ten dollars per head.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went to the bathroom.Gibraltar, also, draws from\nthis place large supplies of poultry, eggs, flour, and other kinds of\nprovisions.Sandra went to the office.John journeyed to the garden.This state of affairs has grown so bad that scientists now are beginning\nto restrict the application of their discoveries to their own pupils.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel moved to the office.A\nBerlin _savant_, assistant to Koch, has developed the use of tuberculin to\nsuch a point as to make it one of the most valuable remedies in\ntuberculosis.Mary went back to the office.John moved to the kitchen.It is manufactured under his personal supervision, and sold\nonly to such physicians as will study in his laboratory and show\nthemselves competent to grasp the principles involved.TURBID THERAPEUTICS.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the office.An Astounding Array of Therapeutic\n    Systems--Diet--Water--Optics--Hemotherapy--Consumption\n    Cures--Placebos--Inconsistencies and Contradictions--Osler's Opinion\n    of Appendicitis--Fair Statement of Limitations in Medicine Desirable.Daniel moved to the kitchen.John took the football there.John left the football.Sandra went back to the bedroom.To be convinced that therapeutics are turbid, note the increasing numbers\nof diametrically opposed schools springing up and claiming to advocate the\nonly true system of healing.Look at the astounding array:\n\nAllopathy, Homeopathy, Eclecticism, Osteopathy, Electrotherapy, Christian\nScience, Emmanuel movement, Hydrotherapy, Chiropractics, Viteopathy,\nMagnetic Healing, Suggestive Therapeutics, Naturopathy, Massotherapy,\nPhysio-Therapy, and a host of minor fads that are rainbow-hued bubbles for\na day.Sandra went back to the hallway.John grabbed the football there.They come and go as Byron said some therapeutic fads came and went\nin his day.Daniel went to the bathroom.He spoke of the new things that astounded the people for a\nday, and then, as it has been with\n\nJohn left the football.Sandra went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went back to the office.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary took the apple there.One says he has found that fasting is a panacea.John went back to the hallway.Another says: \"He is a\nfool; you must feed the body if you expect it to be built up.\"Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.One says drinking floods of water is a cure-all.Another says the water is\nall right, but you must use it for the \"internal bath.\"Still another\nagrees that water is the thing, but it must be used in hot and cold\napplications.Mary dropped the apple there.Sandra grabbed the football there.One faker says _he_ has found that most diseases are caused by defective\neyes, and proposes to cure anything from consumption to ingrown toe-nails\nwith glasses.Mary travelled to the garden.Another agrees that the predisposing cause of diseases is\neye strain, but the first fellow is irrational in his treatment.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the hallway.Glasses\nare unnatural and therefore all wrong.Sandra put down the football.Sandra went to the garden.To cure the eyes use his wonderful\nnature-assisting ointment; that goes right to the optic nerve and makes\nold eyes young, weak eyes strong, relieves nerve strain and thereby makes\nsick people well.Mary picked up the football there.Another has found that \"infused\" blood is the real elixir of life.of twenty cases of tuberculosis cured by his\nbeneficent discovery.I wonder why we have a \"Great White Plague\" at all;\nor why we have international conventions to discuss means of staying the\nravages of this terrible disease; or why State medical boards are devoting\nso much space in their bulletins to warn and educate the people against\nthe awful fatality of consumption, when to cure it is so easy if doctors\nwill only use blood?Even if the hemotherapist does claim a little too much, there is yet no\ncause for terror.A leading Osteopathic journal proclaims in large\nletters that the Osteopath can remove the obstruction so that nature will\ncure consumption.Sandra moved to the hallway.Christian Scientists and Magnetic Healers have not yet admitted their\ndefeat, and there are many regulars who have not surrendered to the\nplague.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went to the office.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.So the poor consumptive may hope on (while his money lasts).Mary went to the bathroom.Mary moved to the bedroom.Mary went to the hallway.Our\nmost conscientious physicians not only admit limitations in curing\ntuberculosis, but try to teach the people that they must not rely on being\n\"cured\" if they are attacked, but must work with the physician to prevent\nits contagion.Daniel went to the office.The intelligent layman can say \"Amen\" to that doctrine.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.The question may be fairly put: \"Why not have more of such frankness from\nthe physician?\"Daniel went back to the garden.Mary discarded the football.The manner in which the admissionsDaniel went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the bedroom.It would\nseem more fair to take the stand of Professor Osler when he says that\nsound hygienic advice for the prevention of diseases must largely take the\nplace of present medication and pretence of cure.As a member of the American Medical Association recently said, \"The\nplacebo will not fool intelligent people always.\"And when it is generally\nknown that most of a physician's medicines are given as placebos, do you\nwonder that the claims of \"drugless healers\" receive such serious\nconsideration?The absurd, conflicting claims of quack pretenders are bad enough to\nmuddle the situation and add to the turbidity of therapeutics; but all\nthis is not doing the medical profession nearly as much harm, nor driving\nas many people into the ranks of fad followers, as the inconsistencies and\ncontradictions among the so-called regulars.This was my opinion before I made any special study of therapeutics, and\nwhile studying I found numbers of prominent medical men who agree with me.Mary travelled to the hallway.Tell them\nhow much it costs me to go away without receiving their embraces once\nmore!\"He wiped away some tears, and then added, in the most mournful\naccents, \"I charge you to bear them my last farewell.\"--CLERY.]He then clasped his hand and thanked him for his services.After this he\naddressed himself to one of the municipal officers, requesting him to\ntransmit his last will to the Commune.John journeyed to the bedroom.This officer, who had formerly\nbeen a priest, and was named Jacques Roux, brutally replied that his\nbusiness was to conduct him to execution, and not to perform his\ncommissions.Mary got the football there.Another person took charge of it, and Louis, turning towards\nthe party, gave with firmness the signal for starting.Officers of gendarmerie were placed on the front seat of the carriage.The\nKing and M. Edgeworth occupied the back.During the ride, which was\nrather long, the King read in M. Edgeworth's breviary the prayers for\npersons at the point of death; the two gendarmes were astonished at his\npiety and tranquil resignation.The vehicle advanced slowly, and amidst\nuniversal silence.Daniel went to the bathroom.At the Place de la Revolution an extensive space had\nbeen left vacant about the scaffold.Mary moved to the kitchen.Around this space were planted\ncannon; the most violent of the Federalists were stationed about the\nscaffold; and the vile rabble, always ready to insult genius, virtue, and\nmisfortune, when a signal is given it to do so, crowded behind the ranks\nof the Federalists, and alone manifested some outward tokens of\nsatisfaction.Daniel travelled to the garden.Louis XVI., rising briskly,\nstepped out into the Place.Mary went to the bathroom.Three executioners came up; he refused their\nassistance, and took off his clothes himself.But, perceiving that they\nwere going to bind his hands, he made a movement of indignation, and\nseemed ready to resist.M. Edgeworth gave him a last look, and said,\n\"Suffer this outrage, as a last resemblance to", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "At these words the King suffered himself to be bound and\nconducted to the scaffold.All at once Louis hurriedly advanced to\naddress the people.Mary travelled to the bathroom.\"Frenchmen,\" said he, in a firm voice, \"I die\ninnocent of the crimes which are imputed to me; I forgive the authors of\nmy death, and I pray that my blood may not fall upon France.\"He would\nhave continued, but the drums were instantly ordered to beat: their\nrolling drowned his voice; the executioners laid hold of him, and M.\nEdgeworth took his leave in these memorable words: \"Son of Saint Louis,\nascend to heaven!\"John took the milk there.As soon as the blood flowed, furious wretches dipped\ntheir pikes and handkerchiefs in it, then dispersed throughout Paris,\nshouting \"Vive la Republique!and even went to the\ngates of the Temple to display brutal and factious joy.Sandra moved to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel went back to the bedroom.[The body of Louis was, immediately after the execution, removed to the\nancient cemetery of the Madeleine.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Sandra put down the football.John moved to the bedroom.Large quantities of quicklime were\nthrown into the grave, which occasioned so rapid a decomposition that,\nwhen his remains were sought for in 1816, it was with difficulty any part\ncould be recovered.Mary journeyed to the hallway.John dropped the milk.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Over the spot where he was interred Napoleon\ncommenced the splendid Temple of Glory, after the battle of Jena; and the\nsuperb edifice was completed by the Bourbons, and now forms the Church of\nthe Madeleine, the most beautiful structure in Paris.Louis was executed\non the same ground where the Queen, Madame Elisabeth, and so many other\nnoble victims of the Revolution perished; where Robespierre and Danton\nafterwards suffered; and where the Emperor Alexander and the allied\nsovereigns took their station, when their victorious troops entered Paris\nin 1814!The history of modern Europe has not a scene fraught with\nequally interesting recollections to exhibit.Mary moved to the kitchen.It is now marked by the\ncolossal obelisk of blood-red granite which was brought from Thebes, in\nUpper Egypt, in 1833, by the French Government.--ALLISON.]The Royal Prisoners.--Separation of the Dauphin from His Family.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.On the morning of the King's execution, according to the narrative of\nMadame Royale, his family rose at six: \"The night before, my mother had\nscarcely strength enough to put my brother to bed; She threw herself,\ndressed as she was, on her own bed, where we heard her shivering with cold\nand grief all night long.At a quarter-past six the door opened; we\nbelieved that we were sent for to the King, but it was only the officers\nlooking for a prayer-book for him.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.We did not, however, abandon theSandra grabbed the football there.Sandra left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In the afternoon my mother asked to see Clery, who\nprobably had some message for her; we hoped that seeing him would occasion\na burst of grief which might relieve the state of silent and choking agony\nin which we saw her.\"The request was refused, and the officers who\nbrought the refusal said Clery was in \"a frightful state of despair\" at\nnot being allowed to see the royal family; shortly afterwards he was\ndismissed from the Temple.John journeyed to the kitchen.\"We had now a little more freedom,\" continues the Princess; \"our guards\neven believed that we were about to be sent out of France; but nothing\ncould calm my mother's agony; no hope could touch her heart, and life or\ndeath became indifferent to her.Sandra went back to the office.Fortunately my own affliction increased\nmy illness so seriously that it distracted her thoughts.My\nmother would go no more to the garden, because she must have passed the\ndoor of what had been my father's room, and that she could not bear.But\nfearing lest want of air should prove injurious to my brother and me,\nabout the end of February she asked permission to walk on the leads of the\nTower, and it was granted.\"Mary went back to the bathroom.The Council of the Commune, becoming aware of the interest which these sad\npromenades excited, and the sympathy with which they were observed from\nthe neighbouring houses, ordered that the spaces between the battlements\nshould be filled up with shutters, which intercepted the view.Daniel went back to the kitchen.But while\nthe rules for the Queen's captivity were again made more strict, some of\nthe municipal commissioners tried slightly to alleviate it, and by means\nof M. de Hue, who was at liberty in Paris, and the faithful Turgi, who\nremained in the Tower, some communications passed between the royal family\nand their friends.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel took the apple there.It\nis evident that Pierre is anxious to walk faster, but out of\nrespect for his father he slackens his pace._\n\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nHow many kilometers?PIERRE\n\nTwenty-five or thirty kilometers to Tirlemont--and here--\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nSeventy-four or five--\n\nPIERRE\n\nSeventy-five--yes, about a hundred kilometers.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nNot far.It seemed to me that I heard cannonading.PIERRE\n\nNo, it's hardly possible.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes, I was mistaken.But the rays of the searchlights could be\nseen.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI sleep well.A hundred kilometers--a hundred kilometers--\n\n_Silence.Pierre looks at his father attentively._\n\nPIERRE\n\nFather!Daniel went back to the kitchen.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nWell?Daniel went back to the bedroom.It's too early for you, Pierre--you have three hours yet\nbefore your train starts.John went back to the bedroom.PIERRE\n\nI know, father.Sandra moved to the garden.No, I am thinking of something else--.Father", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "_Silence._\n\nI am hesitating, I feel somewhat embarrassed to speak to\nyou--you are so much wiser, so far above me, father.... Yes,\nyes, it's nonsense, of course, but that which I have learned in\nthe army during these days gives me very little hope.They are\ncoming in such a compact mass of people, of iron, machines, arms\nand horses, that there is no possibility of stopping them.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.It\nseems to me that seismographs must indicate the place over which\nthey pass--they press the ground with such force.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes, we are very few in number.PIERRE\n\nVery, very few, father!Daniel journeyed to the garden.Even if we were\ninvulnerable and deathless, even if we kept killing them off\nday and night, day and night, we would drop from fatigue and\nexhaustion before we stopped them.But we are mortal--and they\nhave terrible guns, father!Mary went back to the kitchen.You are thinking of\nour Maurice--I have caused you pain?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nThere is little of the human in their movements.Do not think\nof Maurice--he will live.Daniel went back to the office.Every human being has his own face, but they have no faces.When I try to picture them to myself, I see only the lights,\nprojectors, automobiles--those terrible guns--and something\nwalking, walking.And those vulgar mustaches of Wilhelm--but\nthat is a mask, an immobile mask, which has stood over Europe\nfor a quarter of a century--what is behind it?Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John moved to the hallway.Those vulgar\nmustaches--and suddenly so much misery, so much bloodshed and\ndestruction!Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the kitchen.PIERRE\n\n_Almost to himself._\n\nIf there were only not so many of them, not so many--.Daniel discarded the football.Father, I\nbelieve that Maurice will live.But what does\nmamma think about it?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nWhat mamma thinks?Sternly, without looking at anyone, he waters\nthe flowers._\n\nAnd what does he think?PIERRE\n\nHe can hardly hear anything.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI don't know whether he hears anything or not.But there was a\ntime when he did hear.He is silent, Pierre, and he furiously\ndenies war.He denies it by work--he works alone in the garden\nas if nothing had happened.John went to the bathroom.Mamma and everyone else in the house are busy, feeding them,\nwashing the children--mamma is washing them--but he does not\nseem to notice anything.Now he is bursting from\nanxiety to hear or guess what we are saying, but do you see the\nexpression of his face?If you start to talk to him he will go\naway.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nDon't bother him.You see that she is not here, and yet these are your last hours\nat home.Yes, in this house--I am speaking of", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "She\nis young and resolute as ever, she walks just as lightly and is\njust as clear-headed, but she is not here.PIERRE\n\nIs she concealing something?John journeyed to the hallway.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nNo, she is not concealing anything, but she has gone into the\ndepths of her own self, where all is silence and mystery.She is\nliving through her motherhood again, from the very beginning--do\nyou understand?when you and Maurice were not yet born--but\nin this she is crafty, like Fran\u00e7ois.Sometimes I see clearly\nthat she is suffering unbearably, that she is terrified by the\nwar--.Sandra moved to the bathroom.But she smiles in answer and then I see something else--I\nsee how there has suddenly awakened in her the prehistoric\nwoman--the woman who handed her husband the fighting club--._Military music is heard in the distance, nearing._\n\nPIERRE\n\nYes, according to the assignment, it is the Ninth Regiment.Sandra grabbed the football there.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nLet us hear it, Pierre.There it starts on the right, and there it dies down._They listen._\n\nBut they are brave fellows!Sandra went to the garden.Fran\u00e7ois looks at them\naskance and tries in vain to hear.The music begins to die out._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\n_Walking away from the window._\n\nYesterday they played the \"Marseillaise.\"Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there._Emil Grelieu's wife enters quickly._\n\nJEANNE\n\nDo you hear it?Sandra left the football.Even our refugees smiled when\nthey heard it.Emil, I have brought you some telegrams, here.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nWhat is it?_Reading the telegrams, he staggers to an armchair and sinks\ninto it.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the office.He turns pale._\n\nPIERRE\n\nWhat is it, father?Sandra put down the milk.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nRead!_Pierre reads it over the shoulder of his father.The woman\nlooks at them with an enigmatical expression upon her face.She sits calmly, her beautiful head thrown back.Emil Grelieu\nrises quickly, and both he and his son start to pace the room in\nopposite directions._\n\nPIERRE\n\nDo you see?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes!JEANNE\n\n_As though indifferently._\n\nEmil, was that an interesting library which they have destroyed?Mary moved to the bedroom.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes, very.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.In outward form the Sentimental\nJourney is copied.The volume is not divided into chapters, but there\nare named divisions: there is also Yorick-like repetition of\nsection-headings.Naturally the author attempts at the very beginning to\nstrike a note distinctly suggesting Sterne: \u201cIs he dead, the old\ncous", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John travelled to the office.The conversation of\nthe various human passions with Yorick concerning the advisability of\noffering the lady in Calais a seat in his chaise is here directly\nimitated in the questions put by avarice, vanity, etc., concerning the\ncousin\u2019s death.The actual journey does not begin until page 97, a\u00a0brief\nautobiography of the hero occupying the first part of the book; this\ninconsequence is confessedly intended to be a Tristram Shandy whim.Daniel went back to the garden.John went back to the kitchen.[9]\nThe author\u2019s relation to his parents is adapted directly from Shandy,\nsince he here possesses an incapable, unpractical, philosophizing\nfather, who determines upon methods for the superior education of his\nson; and a simple, silly mockery of a mother.Left, however, an orphan, he begins his sentimental adventures: thrust\non the world he falls in with a kindly baker\u2019s wife whose conduct toward\nhim brings tears to the eyes of the ten-year old lad, this showing his\nearly appetite for sentimental journeying.Daniel went back to the hallway.A\u00a0large part of this first\nsection relating to his early life and youthful struggles, his kindly\nbenefactor, his adventure with Potiphar\u2019s wife, is simple and direct,\nwith only an occasional hint of Yorick\u2019s influence in word or phrase, as\nif the author, now and then, recalled the purpose and the inspiration.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.For example, not until near the bottom of page 30 does it occur to him\nto be abrupt and indulge in Shandean eccentricities, and then again,\nafter a few lines, he resumes the natural order of discourse.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John grabbed the football there.And again,\non page 83, he breaks off into attempted frivolity and Yorick\nwhimsicality of narration.Daniel journeyed to the garden.In starting out upon his journey the author\nsays: \u201cI\u00a0will tread in Yorick\u2019s foot-prints, what matters it if I do not\nfill them out?John put down the football.My heart is not so broad as his, the sooner can it be\nfilled; my head is not so sound; my brain not so regularly formed.My\neyes are not so clear, but for that he was born in England and I in\nGermany; he is a man and I am but a youth, in short, he is Yorick and I\nam not Yorick.\u201d He determines to journey where it is most sentimental\nand passes the various lands in review in making his decision.Having\nfastened upon Germany, he questions himself similarly with reference to\nthe cities.John took the apple there.Yorick\u2019s love of lists, of mock-serious discrimination, of\ninconsequential reasonings is here copied.The call upon epic, tragic,\nlyric poets, musicians, etc., which follows here is a further imitation\nof Yorick\u2019s list-making and pseudo-scientific method.On his way to Leipzig, in the post-chaise, the author falls in with a\nclergyman: the manner of this meeting is intended", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.But, apart from these external incidents of their\nmeeting, the matter of their converse is in no way inspired by Sterne.It joins itself with the narrative of the author\u2019s visit to a church in\na village by the wayside, and deals in general with the nature of the\nclergyman\u2019s relation to his people and the general mediocrity and\nineptitude of the average homiletical discourse, the failure of\nclergymen to relate their pulpit utterance to the life of the common\nChristian,--all of which is genuine, sane and original, undoubtedly a\nreal protest on the part of Schummel, the pedagogue, against a\nprevailing abuse of his time and other times.This section represents\nunquestionably the earnest convictions of its author, and is written\nwith professional zeal.John travelled to the office.This division is followed by an evidently\npurposeful return to Sterne\u2019s eccentricity of manner.The author begins\na division of his narrative, \u201cDer zerbrochene Postwagen,\u201d which is\nprobably meant to coincide with the post-chaise accident in Shandy\u2019s\ntravels, writes a few lines in it, then begins the section again,\nsomething like the interrupted story of the King of Bohemia and his\nSeven Castles.Then follows an abrupt discursive study of his aptitudes\nand proclivities, interspersed with Latin exclamations, interrogation\npoints and dashes.Mary moved to the garden.\u201cWhat a parenthesis is that!\u201d he cries, and a few\nlines further on, \u201cI\u00a0burn with longing to begin a parenthesis again.\u201d On\nhis arrival in Leipzig, Schummel imitates closely Sterne\u2019s satirical\nguide-book description of Calais[10] in his brief account of the city,\nbreaking off abruptly like Sterne, and roundly berating all\n\u201cReisebeschreiber.\u201d Here in fitting contrast with this superficial\nenumeration of facts stands his brief traveler\u2019s creed, an interest in\npeople rather than in places, all of which is derived from Sterne\u2019s\nchapter, \u201cIn the Street, Calais,\u201d in which the master discloses the\nsentimental possibilities of traveling and typifies the superficial,\nunemotional wanderer in the persons of Smelfungus and Mundungus, and\nfrom the familiar passage in \u201cThe Passport, Versailles,\u201d beginning, \u201cBut\nI could wish to spy out the nakedness, etc.\u201d No sooner is he arrived in\nLeipzig, than he accomplishes a sentimental rescue of an unfortunate\nwoman on the street.Mary got the apple there.John went to the hallway.Mary dropped the apple.In the expression of her immediate needs, Schummel\nindulges for the first time in a row of stars, with the obvious\nintention of raising a low suggestion, which he contradicts with\nmock-innocent questionings a few lines later, thereby fastening the\nattention on the possibility of vulgar interpretation.Daniel discarded the football.Sterne is guilty\nof this device in numerousMary moved to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Presently a little old woman approaches, shriveled and smiling, in her\nfaded furbelows now in rags.John journeyed to the bedroom.She sings in a piping voice and executes\nbetween the verses a tottering pas seul, her eyes ever smiling, as if\nshe still saw over the glare of the footlights, in the haze beyond, the\nvast audience of by-gone days; smiling as if she still heard the big\norchestra and saw the leader with his vibrant baton, watching her every\nmovement.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.She is over seventy now, and was once a premier danseuse at\nthe opera.But you have not seen all of the Taverne du Pantheon yet.Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Mary went to the garden.There is an\n\"American Bar\" downstairs; at least, so the sign reads at the top of a\nnarrow stairway leading to a small, tavern-like room, with a sawdust\nfloor, heavy deal tables, and wooden stools.Mary travelled to the office.In front of the bar are\nhigh stools that one climbs up on and has a lukewarm whisky soda, next\nto Yvonne and Marcelle, who are both singing the latest catch of the day\nat the top of their lungs, until they are howled at to keep still or are\nlifted bodily off their high stools by the big fellow in the \"type\" hat,\nwho has just come in.Mary moved to the kitchen.[Illustration: MOTHER AND DAUGHTER]\n\nBefore a long table at one end of the room is the crowd of American\nstudents singing in a chorus.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel got the milk there.The table is full now, for many have come\nfrom dinners at other cafes to join them.At one end, and acting as\ninterlocutor for this impromptu minstrel show, presides one of the\nbest fellows in the world.He rises solemnly, his genial round face\nwreathed in a subtle smile, and announces that he will sing, by earnest\nrequest, that popular ballad, \"'Twas Summer and the Little Birds were\nSinging in the Trees.\"Daniel put down the milk there.There are some especially fine \"barber chords\" in this popular ditty,\nand the words are so touching that it is repeated over and over again.Sandra went back to the garden.Then it is sung softly like the farmhand quartettes do in the rural\nmelodrama outside the old homestead in harvest time.I tell you it's\na truly rural octette.Daniel got the milk there.Listen to that exhibition bass voice of Jimmy\nSands and that wandering tenor of Tommy Whiteing, and as the last chord\ndies away (over the fields presumably) a shout goes up:\n\n\"How's that?\"\"Out of sight,\" comes the general verdict from the crowd, and bang go a\ndozen beer glasses in unison on the heavy table.Sandra travelled to the hallway.\"Oh, que c'est beau!\"Sandra picked up the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.cries Mimi", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel grabbed the football there.John journeyed to the garden.The harmonic beauties of \"'Twas Summer and the Little Birds were Singing\nin the Trees\" are still inexhausted, but it sadly needs a piano\naccompaniment--with this it would be perfect; and so the whole crowd,\nincluding Yvonne, and Celeste, and Marcelle, and the two Frenchmen, and\nthe girl in the bicycle clothes, start for Jack Thompson's studio in the\nrue des Fourneaux, where there is a piano that, even if the candles in\nthe little Louis XVI brackets do burn low and spill down the keys, and\nthe punch rusts the strings, it will still retain that beautiful, rich\ntone that every French upright, at seven francs a month, possesses.Mary went to the garden.Sandra moved to the bathroom.[Illustration: (Bullier)]\n\nCHAPTER III\n\nTHE \"BAL BULLIER\"\n\n\nThere are all types of \"bals\" in Paris.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the office.John moved to the office.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary went back to the bathroom.Over in Montmartre, on the Place\nBlanche, is the well-known \"Moulin Rouge,\" a place suggestive, to those\nwho have never seen it, of the quintessence of Parisian devil-me-care\ngaiety.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.You expect it to be like those clever pen-and-ink drawings of\nGrevin's, of the old Jardin Mabille in its palmiest days, brilliant with\nlights and beautiful women extravagantly gowned and bejeweled.Sandra dropped the milk there.Daniel left the football.You\nexpect to see Frenchmen, too, in pot-hats, crowding in a circle about\nFifine, who is dancing some mad can-can, half hidden in a swirl of point\nlace, her small, polished boots alternately poised above her dainty\nhead.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel discarded the apple.And when she has finished, you expect her to be carried off to\nsupper at the Maison Doree by the big, fierce-looking Russian who has\nbeen watching her, and whose victoria, with its spanking team--black and\nglossy as satin--champing their silver bits outside, awaiting her\npleasure.Sandra took the milk there.Daniel took the apple there.But in all these anticipations you will be disappointed, for the famous\nJardin Mabille is no more, and the ground where it once stood in the\nChamps Elysees is now built up with private residences.Daniel went to the office.Daniel took the football there.Sandra put down the milk.Fifine is gone,\ntoo--years ago--and most of the old gentlemen in pot-hats who used to\nwatch her are buried or about to be.Few Frenchmen ever go to the\n\"Moulin Rouge,\" but every American does on his first night in Paris, and\nemerges with enough cab", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He remembers, too, his first impressions of Paris that very morning\nas his train rolled into the Gare St.John journeyed to the hallway.His aunt could wait until\nto-morrow to see the tomb of Napoleon, but he would see the \"Moulin\nRouge\" first, and to be in ample time ordered dinner early in his\nexpensive, morgue-like hotel.I remember once, a few hours after my arrival in Paris, walking up the\nlong hill to the Place Blanche at 2 P.M., under a blazing July sun, to\nsee if they did not give a matinee at the \"Moulin Rouge.\"Sandra moved to the bathroom.The place was\nclosed, it is needless to say, and the policeman I found pacing his beat\noutside, when I asked him what day they gave a matinee, put his thumbs\nin his sword belt, looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then\nroared.Sandra grabbed the football there.The \"Moulin Rouge\" is in full blast every night; in the day-time\nit is being aired.If I tell him that\nthe world is spinning round and along like a top, and that he is\nspinning with it, he says, \"Yes, I've heard a deal of that in my time,\nsir,\" and lifts the horizontal lines of his brow a little higher,\nbalancing his head from side to side as if it were too painfully full.Sandra went to the garden.Whether I tell him that they cook puppies in China, that there are ducks\nwith fur coats in Australia, or that in some parts of the world it is\nthe pink of politeness to put your tongue out on introduction to a\nrespectable stranger, Pummel replies, \"So I suppose, sir,\" with an air\nof resignation to hearing my poor version of well-known things, such as\nelders use in listening to lively boys lately presented with an\nanecdote book.His utmost concession is, that what you state is what he\nwould have supplied if you had given him _carte blanche_ instead of your\nneedless instruction, and in this sense his favourite answer is, \"I\nshould say.\"\"Pummel,\" I observed, a little irritated at not getting my coffee, \"if\nyou were to carry your kettle and spirits of wine up a mountain of a\nmorning, your water would boil there sooner.\"Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.\"Or,\nthere are boiling springs in Iceland.Sandra left the football.\"That's\nwhat I've been thinking, sir.\"I have taken to asking him hard questions, and as I expected, he never\nadmits his own inability to answer them without representing it as\ncommon to the human race.\"What is the cause of the tides, Pummel?\"Many gives their opinion, but if I\nwas to give mine, it 'ud be different.\"Daniel went back to the bathroom.But while he is never surprised himself, he is constantly imagining\nsituations of surprise for others.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra put down the milk.His own consciousness is that of one\nso thoroughly soaked in knowledge that further absorption is\nimpossible, but his neighbours appear to him", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.His great\ninterest in thinking of foreigners is that they must be surprised at\nwhat they see in England, and especially at the beef.He is often\noccupied with the surprise Adam must have felt at the sight of the\nassembled animals--\"for he was not like us, sir, used from a b'y to\nWombwell's shows.\"Sandra picked up the football there.He is fond of discoursing to the lad who acts as\nshoe-black and general subaltern, and I have overheard him saying to\nthat small upstart, with some severity, \"Now don't you pretend to know,\nbecause the more you pretend the more I see your ignirance\"--a lucidity\non his part which has confirmed my impression that the thoroughly\nself-satisfied person is the only one fully to appreciate the charm of\nhumility in others.Your diffident self-suspecting mortal is not very angry that others\nshould feel more comfortable about themselves, provided they are not\notherwise offensive: he is rather like the chilly person, glad to sit\nnext a warmer neighbour; or the timid, glad to have a courageous\nfellow-traveller.It cheers him to observe the store of small comforts\nthat his fellow-creatures may find in their self-complacency, just as\none is pleased to see poor old souls soothed by the tobacco and snuff\nfor which one has neither nose nor stomach oneself.Sandra discarded the football.But your arrogant man will not tolerate a presumption which he sees to\nbe ill-founded.The service he regards society as most in need of is to\nput down the conceit which is so particularly rife around him that he is\ninclined to believe it the growing characteristic of the present age.Mary moved to the office.In\nthe schools of Magna Graecia, or in the sixth century of our era, or\neven under Kublai Khan, he finds a comparative freedom from that\npresumption by which his contemporaries are stirring his able gall.The\nway people will now flaunt notions which are not his without appearing\nto mind that they are not his, strikes him as especially disgusting.It\nmight seem surprising to us that one strongly convinced of his own value\nshould prefer to exalt an age in which _he_ did not flourish, if it were\nnot for the reflection that the present age is the only one in which\nanybody has appeared to undervalue him.A HALF-BREED\n\nAn early deep-seated love to which we become faithless has its unfailing\nNemesis, if only in that division of soul which narrows all newer joys\nby the intrusion of regret and the established presentiment of change.I\nrefer not merely to the love of a person, but to the love of ideas,\npractical beliefs, and social habits.Mary went back to the hallway.And faithlessness here means not a\ngradual conversion dependent on enlarged knowledge, but a yielding to\nseductive circumstance; not a conviction that the original choice was a\nmistake, but a subjection to incidents that flatter a growing desire.Sandra journeyed to the garden.In\nthis sort of love it is the forsaker who has the melancholy lot;", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The child\nof a wandering tribe caught young and trained to polite life, if he\nfeels an hereditary yearning can run away to the old wilds and get his\nnature into tune.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.But there is no such recovery possible to the man who\nremembers what he once believed without being convinced that he was in\nerror, who feels within him unsatisfied stirrings towards old beloved\nhabits and intimacies from which he has far receded without conscious\njustification or unwavering sense of superior attractiveness in the new.This involuntary renegade has his character hopelessly jangled and out\nof tune.He is like an organ with its stops in the lawless condition of\nobtruding themselves without method, so that hearers are amazed by the\nmost unexpected transitions--the trumpet breaking in on the flute, and\nthe oboee confounding both.Hence the lot of Mixtus affects me pathetically, notwithstanding that he\nspends his growing wealth with liberality and manifest enjoyment.Sandra moved to the bathroom.\"Oh, Allan, I am so sorry.\"Why, Mandy, I have YOU\nsafe.Again he laughed aloud, holding her off from\nhim at arm's length and gazing at her grimy face.John travelled to the bedroom.\"Mandy,\" he said, \"I\nbelieve you are improving every day in your appearance, but you never\nlooked so stunning as this blessed minute.\"\"Oh, yes, by the way,\" he said, \"the house.John got the apple there.And who's the Johnny\ncarrying water there?\"Daniel moved to the garden.\"Rather wobbly about the knees, isn't he?\"Sandra got the football there.John put down the apple.I feared I should never see you again,\" he said in a voice that\ntrembled and broke.John got the apple there.John journeyed to the kitchen.\"Smith, I think,\" said Mandy.Sandra left the football.I was afraid that--but\nno matter.Cameron,\" cried the Inspector, taking both her hands in his,\n\"I'm awfully glad there's nothing wrong.\"But we were afraid--of that--eh--that is--\"\n\n\"Yes, Mandy,\" said her husband, making visible efforts to control his\nvoice, \"we frankly were afraid that that old devil Copperhead had come\nthis way and--\"\n\n\"He did!\"Daniel went back to the hallway.Oh, Allan, I was going to tell you just as the Inspector came,\nand I am so sorry.I was afraid of what\nall those Indians might do to you, so I thought I would ride up the\ntrail a bit.I got near to where it branches off toward the Reserve near\nby those pine trees.There I saw a man come tearing along on a pony.He was just going past when he glanced at\nme.He stopped and came rushing at me, waving a pistol in his hand.Sandra picked up the football there.I wonder I ever thought him fine-looking.Sandra put down the football.Sandra took the football there.She pulled\nup her sleeve, and upon the firm brown flesh blue and red finger marks\ncould be seen.John dropped the apple.\"Daniel journeyed to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Next time me see your man me kill\nhim.'He flung me away from him and nearly off my horse--such eyes!Sandra grabbed the football there.such\na face!--and went galloping off down the trail.I feared I was going to\nbe ill, so I came on homeward.Sandra discarded the football.When I reached the top of the hill I saw\nthe smoke and by the time I arrived the house was blazing and Smith was\ncarrying water to put out the fire where it had caught upon the smoke\nhouse and stables.\"The men listened to her story with tense white faces.When she had\nfinished Cameron said quietly:\n\n\"Mandy, roll me up some grub in a blanket.\"Daniel travelled to the office.To get my hands on that Indian's throat.\"\"Yes, now,\" he said, moving toward his horse.The word arrested him as if a hand had gripped him.\"You,\" he said in a dazed manner.\"Why, Mandy, of course, there's you.Sandra grabbed the football there.Then, shaking his shoulders as if throwing\noff a load, he said impatiently, \"Oh, I am a fool.That devil has sent\nme off my head.Mary travelled to the kitchen.I tell you what, Mandy, we will feed first, then we will\nmake new plans.\"Sandra went to the bathroom.\"And there is Moira, too,\" said Mandy.Sandra dropped the football.After all,\"\nhe continued, with a slight laugh and with slow deliberation,\n\"there's--lots--of time--to--get him!\"CHAPTER VII\n\nTHE SARCEE CAMP\n\n\nThe sun had reached the peaks of the Rockies far in the west, touching\ntheir white with red, and all the lesser peaks and all the rounded\nhills between with great splashes of gold and blue and purple.It is the\nsunset and the sunrise that make the foothill country a world of mystery\nand of beauty, a world to dream about and long for in later days.Sandra took the football there.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Through this mystic world of gold and blue and purple drove Cameron and\nhis wife, on their way to the little town of Calgary, three days after\nthe ruthless burning of their home.As the sun dipped behind the western\npeaks they reached the crossing of the Elbow and entered the wide Bow\nValley, upon whose level plain was situated the busy, ambitious and\nwould-be wicked little pioneer town.The town and plain lay bathed in\na soft haze of rosy purple that lent a kind of Oriental splendor to\nthe tawdry, unsightly cluster of shacks that sprawled here and there in\nirregular bunches on the prairie.\"How wonderful this great plain\nwith its encircling rivers, those hills with the great peaks beyond!\"There is no finer,\" replied her husband, \"anywhere in the world that I\nknow, unless it be that of 'Auld Reekie.'\"Sandra discarded the football.\"What else but the finest of all the\ncapitals of Europe?\"\"I\nnever get used to the wonder of Calgary.You see that deep cut between\nthose peaks in the far west?That is", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the hallway.Sandra went to the office.Sandra moved to the hallway.Daniel got the football there.A great site this for a great town some day.John went to the office.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.But you ought to see these peaks in the morning with the sunlight coming\nup from the east across the foothills and falling upon them.He staid with\nme till the Earl of Anglesea and Sir Charles Cotterell (master of the\nceremonies) came with the King's barge to carry him to the Tower, where\nthe guns were fired at his landing; he then entered his Majesty's coach,\nfollowed by many others of the nobility.I accompanied him to his house,\nwhere there was a most noble supper to all the company, of course.Daniel put down the football there.Mary went back to the office.After\nthe extraordinary compliments to me and my wife, for the civilities he\nreceived at my house, I took leave and returned.Sandra got the football there.He is a very\naccomplished person.I had much discourse with Signor Pietro Cisij, a\nPersian gentleman, about the affairs of Turkey, to my great\nsatisfaction.Daniel moved to the bedroom.I went to see Sir Elias Leighton's project of a cart with\niron axletrees.Sandra left the football.Daniel picked up the milk there.John moved to the kitchen.Being at dinner, my sister Evelyn sent for me to\ncome up to London to my continuing sick brother.Sandra moved to the garden.[Sidenote: LONDON]\n\n14th November, 1668.John went to the hallway.To London, invited to the consecration of that\nexcellent person, the Dean of Ripon, Dr.Wilkins, now made Bishop of\nChester; it was at Ely House, the Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr.John went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Cosin,\nBishop of Durham, the Bishops of Ely, Salisbury, Rochester, and others\nofficiating.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Then, we went to a sumptuous dinner\nin the hall, where were the Duke of Buckingham, Judges, Secretaries of\nState, Lord-Keeper, Council, Noblemen, and innumerable other company,\nwho were honorers of this incomparable man, universally beloved by all\nwho knew him.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.This being the Queen's birthday, great was the gallantry at Whitehall,\nand the night celebrated with very fine fireworks.My poor brother continuing ill, I went not from him till the 17th, when,\ndining at the Groom Porters, I heard Sir Edward Sutton play excellently\non the Irish harp; he performs genteelly, but not approaching my worthy\nfriend, Mr.Clark, a gentleman of Northumberland, who makes it execute\nlute, viol, and all the harmony an instrument is capable of; pity it is\nthat it is not more in use; but, indeed, to play well, takes up the\nwhole man, as Mr.Clark has assured me,Daniel dropped the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "I waited on Lord Sandwich, who presented me with a\nSembrador he brought out of Spain, showing me his two books of\nobservations made during his embassy and stay at Madrid, in which were\nseveral rare things he promised to impart to me.I dined at my Lord Ashley's (since Earl of\nShaftesbury), when the match of my niece was proposed for his only son,\nin which my assistance was desired for my Lord.Patrick preached at Convent Garden, on Acts\nxvii.31, the certainty of Christ's coming to judgment, it being Advent;\na most suitable discourse.I went to see the old play of \"Cataline\" acted,\nhaving been now forgotten almost forty years.Sandra picked up the apple there.I dined with my Lord Cornbury, at Clarendon House,\nnow bravely furnished, especially with the pictures of most of our\nancient and modern wits, poets, philosophers, famous and learned\nEnglishmen; which collection of the Chancellor's I much commended, and\ngave his Lordship a catalogue of more to be added.I entertained my kind neighbors, according to\ncustom, giving Almighty God thanks for his gracious mercies to me the\npast year.Sandra put down the apple.Imploring his blessing for the year entering, I went\nto church, where our Doctor preached on Psalm lxv.12, apposite to the\nseason, and beginning a new year.About this time one of Sir William Penn's sons had\npublished a blasphemous book against the Deity of our Blessed Lord.I went to see a tall gigantic woman who measured 6\nfeet 10 inches high, at 21 years old, born in the Low Countries.I presented his Majesty with my \"History of the\nFour Impostors;\"[15] he told me of other like cheats.I gave my book to\nLord Arlington, to whom I dedicated it.Sandra moved to the bathroom.It was now that he began to\ntempt me about writing \"The Dutch War.\"Daniel went to the kitchen.[Footnote 15: Reprinted in Evelyn's \"Miscellaneous Writings.\"]Sandra went to the bedroom.John went to the kitchen.Phillips' \"Horace\" acted again.To the Royal Society, when Signor Malpighi, an\nItalian physician and anatomist, sent this learned body the incomparable\n\"History of the Silk-worm.\"Dined at Lord Arlington's at Goring House, with the\nBishop of Hereford.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.To the Council of the Royal Society, about disposing\nmy Lord Howard's library, now given to us.[Sidenote: LONDON]\n\n16th March, 1669.Christopher Wase about my Lord\nArlington.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.I went with Lord Howard of Norfolk, to visit Sir\nWilliam Ducie at Charlton, where we dined; the servants made our\ncoachmen so drunk, that they both fell off their boxes on the heath,\nwhere we were fain to leave them, and were driven to London by two\nservants of my Lord's.Sandra took the milk there.This barbarous custom of making the masters\nwSandra went to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John went back to the kitchen.Treasurer's, where was (with many noblemen)\nColonel Titus of the bedchamber, author of the famous piece against\nCromwell, \"Killing no Murder.\"Mary went to the hallway.Daniel took the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel dropped the apple there.They watch for thee by pass and fell...\n    Avoid the path... O God!...Mary went to the office.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.A kindly heart had brave Fitz-James;\n    Fast pour'd his eyes at pity's claims;\n    And now with mingled grief and ire,\n    He saw the murder'd maid expire.Daniel went to the bathroom.John picked up the apple there.Sandra went back to the garden.\"God, in my need, be my relief,\n    As I wreak this on yonder Chief!\"John discarded the apple.Mary moved to the garden.A lock from Blanche's tresses fair\n    He blended with her bridegroom's hair;\n    The mingled braid in blood he dyed,\n    And placed it on his bonnet-side:\n    \"By Him whose word is truth!John journeyed to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.I swear,\n    No other favor will I wear,\n    Till this sad token I imbrue\n    In the best blood of Roderick Dhu.Mary went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.The chase is up,--but they shall know,\n    The stag at bay's a dangerous foe.\"Barr'd from the known but guarded way,\n    Through copse and cliffs Fitz-James must stray,\n    And oft must change his desperate track,\n    By stream and precipice turn'd back.John went back to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the office.Heartless, fatigued, and faint, at length,\n    From lack of food and loss of strength,\n    He couch'd him in a thicket hoar,\n    And thought his toils and perils o'er:--\n    \"Of all my rash adventures past,\n    This frantic feat must prove the last!Sandra went to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Who e'er so mad but might have guess'd,\n    That all this Highland hornet's nest\n    Would muster up in swarms so soon\n    As e'er they heard of bands[271] at Doune?Sandra grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the office.Like bloodhounds now they search me out,--Sandra put down the football.Mary went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the kitchen.John dropped the apple.John went to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the bedroom.The shades of eve come slowly down,\n    The woods are wrapt in deeper brown,\n    The owl awakens from her dell,\n    The fox is heard upon the fell;\n    Enough remains of glimmering light\n    To guide the wanderer's steps aright,\n    Yet not enough from far to show\n    His figure to the watchful foe.With cautious step, and ear awake,\n    He climbs the crag and threads the brake;\n    And not the summer solstice,[272] there,\n    Temper'd the midnight mountain air,\n    But every breeze, that swept the wold,\n    Benumb'd his drenched limbs with cold.In dread, in danger, and alone,\n    Famish'd and chill'd, through ways unknown,\n    Tangled and steep, he journey'd on;\n    Till, as a rock's huge point he turn'd,\n    A watch fire close before him burn'd.Beside its embers red and clear,\n    Bask'd, in his plaid, a mountaineer;\n    And up he sprung with sword in hand,--\n    \"Thy name and purpose?--\n    \"Rest and a guide, and food and fire.Daniel grabbed the apple there.My life's beset, my path is lost,\n    The gale has chill'd my limbs with frost.\"--\n    \"Art thou a friend to Roderick?\"--\"No.\"Daniel went to the garden.John travelled to the office.--\n    \"Thou darest not call thyself a foe?\"Daniel left the apple.to him and all the band\n    He brings to aid his murderous hand.\"--\n    \"Bold words!--but, though the beast of game\n    The privilege of chase may claim,\n    Though space and law the stag we lend,\n    Ere hound we slip,[273] or bow we bend,\n    Who ever reck'd, where, how, or when,\n    The prowling fox was trapp'd or slain?Thus treacherous scouts,--yet sure they lie,\n    Who say them earnest a secret spy!\"--\n    \"They do, by Heaven!--Come Roderick Dhu,\n    And of his clan the boldest two,\n    And let me but till morning rest,\n    I write the falsehood on their crest.\"John travelled to the hallway.--\n    \"If by the blaze I mark aright,\n    Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight.\"Sandra went to the office.--\n    \"Then by these tokens mayest thou know\n    Each proud oppressor's mortal foe.\"--\n    \"Enough, enough;--sit down, and share\n    A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare.\"He gave him of his Highland cheer,\n    TheDaniel journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He tended him like welcome guest,\n    Then thus his farther speech address'd:--\n    \"Stranger, I am to Roderick Dhu\n    A clansman born, a kinsman true;\n    Each word against his honor spoke,\n    Demands of me avenging stroke;\n    Yet more, upon thy fate, 'tis said,\n    A mighty augury[274] is laid.As they were standing there a girl came galloping up to the hitching-post\nand slid from her horse.John took the football there.\"Good morning, Emery,\"\nshe called to the surveyor.\"Good morning,\" she nodded at Norcross.\"How\ndo you find yourself this morning?\"John put down the football.\"Homesick,\" he replied, smilingly.Daniel moved to the bathroom.I expected it to be--well, different.It's just\nlike any other plains town.\"Berrie looked round at the forlorn shops, the irregular sidewalks, the\ngrassless yards.\"It isn't very pretty, that's a fact; but you can always\nforget it by just looking up at the high country.I haven't had any word from Meeker, and I can't reach him\nby telephone.\"\"I know, the line is short-circuited somewhere; but they've sent a man\nout.Mary went back to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the office.\"He's gone over to Moore's cutting.Mary journeyed to the hallway.How are you getting on with those\nplats?\"John moved to the bathroom.I'll have 'em all in shape by Saturday.\"\"Come in and make yourself at home,\" said the girl to Norcross.John travelled to the bedroom.\"You'll\nfind the papers two or three days old,\" she smiled.John got the football there.\"We never know about\nanything here till other people have forgotten it.\"Sandra moved to the office.Norcross followed her into the office, curious to know more about her.She was so changed from his previous conception of her that he was\npuzzled.She had the directness and the brevity of phrase of a business\nman, as she opened letters and discussed their contents with the men.John grabbed the milk there.\"Truly she _is_ different,\" thought Norcross, and yet she lost something\nby reason of the display of her proficiency as a clerk.John left the football.\"I wish she would\nleave business to some one else,\" he inwardly grumbled as he rose to go.We may be able to\nreach the mill.\"He thanked her and went back to his hotel, where he overhauled his outfit\nand wrote some letters.His disgust of the town was lessened by the\npresence of that handsome girl, and the hope that he might see her at\nluncheon made him impatient of the clock.She did not appear in the dining-room, and when Norcross inquired of Nash\nwhether she took her meals at the hotel or not, the expert replied: \"No,\nshe goes home.The ranch is only a few miles down the valley.Occasionally we invite her, but she don't think much of the cooking.\"One of the young surveyors put", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.Daniel went back to the bedroom.I'd ride ten miles any time to eat one of Mrs.\"Yes,\" agreed Nash with a reflective look in his eyes.\"She's a mighty\nfine girl, and I join the boys in wishing her better luck than marrying\nCliff Belden.\"\"Yes; the Supervisor warned us all, but even he never has any good words\nfor Belden.He's a surly cuss, and violently opposed to the service.His\nbrother is one of the proprietors of the Meeker mill, and they have all\ntried to bulldoze Landon, our ranger over there.Mary went back to the kitchen.By the way, you'll like\nLandon.Mary got the football there.He's a Harvard man, and a good ranger.His shack is only a\nhalf-mile from Meeker's house.It's a pretty well-known fact that Alec\nBelden is part proprietor of a saloon over there that worries the\nSupervisor worse than anything.Cliff swears he's not connected with it;\nbut he's more or less sympathetic with the crowd.\"Norcross, already deeply interested in the present and future of a girl\nwhom he had met for the first time only the day before, was quite ready\nto give up his trip to Meeker.Daniel travelled to the hallway.After the men went back to work he\nwandered about the town for an hour or two, and then dropped in at the\noffice to inquire if the telephone line had been repaired.John journeyed to the bedroom.She said she had work to do at home.This is ironing-day, I\nbelieve.\"Daniel got the apple there.Sandra travelled to the garden.\"She plays all the parts, don't she?\"\"She sure does; and she plays one part as well as another.She can rope\nand tie a steer or bake a cake as well as play the piano.\"\"Don't tell me she plays the piano!\"\"She does; but it's one of those you operate with your\nfeet.\"Daniel travelled to the garden.She seems almost weirdly gifted as it is.\"After a moment he broke in with: \"What can a man do in this town?\"Daniel dropped the apple.\"Once in a while there is a dance in the hall over the drug-store, and on\nSunday you can listen to a wretched sermon in the log church.The rest of\nthe time you work or loaf in the saloons--or read.\"Well, some day the people of the plains will have sense enough to use\nthese mountains, these streams, the way they do over there.\"It required only a few hours for Norcross to size up the valley and its\npeople.Mary left the football.Aside from Nash and his associates, and one or two families\nconnected with the mill to the north, the villagers were poor,\nthriftless, and uninteresting.They were lacking in the picturesque\nquality of ranchers and miners, and had not yet the grace of\ntown-dwellers.They were, indeed, depressingly nondescript.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Early on the second morning he went to the post-office--which was also\nthe telephone station--to get a letter or", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen.He found\nneither; but as he was standing in the door undecided about taking the\nstage, Berea came into town riding a fine bay pony, and leading a\nblaze-face buckskin behind her.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Her face shone cordially, as she called out: \"Well, how do you stack up\nthis morning?\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.\"Tip-top,\" he answered, in an attempt to match her cheery greeting.\"No, I haven't heard a word from there.Mary moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the office.Mary went to the bathroom.The telephone is still out of\ncommission.\"Uncle Joe sent word by the stage-driver\nasking us to keep an eye out for you and send you over.Sandra went back to the kitchen.I've come to take\nyou over myself.\"Sandra went to the office.Daniel travelled to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.\"That's mighty good of you; but it's a good deal to ask.\"Mary went back to the bedroom.\"I want to see Uncle Joe on business, anyhow, and you'll like the ride\nbetter than the journey by stage.\"Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the garden.Leaving the horses standing with their bridle-reins hanging on the\nground, she led the way to the office.Mary picked up the apple there.\"She was crazy,\" stammered Zoie.Mary discarded the apple.Alfred's eyes sought Aggie's for confirmation.John moved to the garden.The latter jerked his head up and down in\nnervous assent.Mary went back to the hallway.\"Well,\" said Alfred, amazed at their apparent lack of resource, \"why\ndidn't you get ANOTHER nurse?\"John journeyed to the hallway.John travelled to the bathroom.\"Aggie is going to stay and take care of baby to-night,\" declared Zoie,\nand then she beamed upon Aggie as only she knew how.Mary travelled to the bedroom.\"Yes, indeed,\" answered Aggie, studiously avoiding Jimmy's eye.John picked up the milk there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John moved to the office.\"Baby is going to sleep in the spare room with Aggie and Jimmy,\" said\nZoie.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.exclaimed Jimmy, too desperate to care what Alfred might infer.John went back to the garden.John left the milk.Ignoring Jimmy's implied protest, Zoie continued sweetly to Alfred:\n\n\"Now, don't worry, dear; go back to your room and finish your shaving.\"Mary moved to the office.Then his hand went\nmechanically to his cheek and he stared at Zoie in astonishment.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John got the milk there.he exclaimed, \"I had forgotten all about it.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the office.That shows you how\nexcited I am.\"And with a reluctant glanceDaniel went to the hallway.John got the apple there.John put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bedroom.Just as the three conspirators were drawing together for consultation,\nAlfred returned to the room.It was apparent that there was something\nimportant on his mind.\"By the way,\" he said, glancing from one to another, \"I forgot to\nask--what's his name?\"Mary journeyed to the hallway.The conspirators looked at each other without answering.Mary moved to the office.Mary moved to the hallway.Of course his son had been given his father's name,\nbut he wished to HEAR someone say so.\"Baby's, I mean,\" he explained impatiently.Jimmy felt instinctively that Zoie's eyes were upon him.called Zoie, meaning only to appeal to him for a name.John picked up the football there.John went to the office.After waiting in vain for any response, Alfred advanced upon the\nuncomfortable Jimmy.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"You seem to be very popular around here,\" he sneered.Jimmy shifted uneasily from one foot to the other and studied the\npattern of the rug upon which he was standing.After what seemed an age to Jimmy, Alfred turned his back upon his old\nfriend and started toward his bedroom.John got the milk there.Sandra went back to the hallway.Jimmy peeped out uneasily from\nhis long eyelashes.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the bedroom.When Alfred reached the threshold, he faced about\nquickly and stared again at Jimmy for an explanation.Mary travelled to the bathroom.It seemed to Jimmy\nthat Alfred's nostrils were dilating.He would not have been surprised\nto see Alfred snort fire.He let his eyes fall before the awful\nspectacle of his friend's wrath.Alfred's upper lip began to curl.Sandra went to the kitchen.He\ncast a last withering look in Jimmy's direction, retired quickly from\nthe scene and banged the door.When Jimmy again had the courage to lift his eyes he was confronted by\nthe contemptuous gaze of Zoie, who was sitting up in bed and regarding\nhim with undisguised disapproval.John put down the football.\"Why didn't you tell him what the baby's name is?\"\"How do _I_ know what the baby's name is?\"Mary travelled to the garden.cautioned Aggie as she glanced nervously toward the door\nthrough which Alfred had just passed.\"What does it matter WHAT the baby's name is so long as we have to send\nit back?\"\"I'll NOT send it back,\" declared Zoie emphatically, \"at least not until\nmorning.That will give Jimmy a whole night to get another one.\"John put down the milk there.John moved to the garden.\"See here, you two can't be changing babies\nevery five minutes without Alfred knowing it.\"You know perfectly well that all\nyoung babies look just alike.Sandra went to the bedroom.Their own mothers couldn't tell them\napart, if it weren't for their clothes.\"Before Aggie could answer, Alfred was again heard calling from the next\nroom.Apparently all his anger had subsided, for he inquired in the most\namiable tone as to what baby might be doing and how", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Aggie crossed quickly to the door, and sweetly reassured the anxious\nfather, then she closed the door softly and turned to Zoie and Jimmy\nwith a new inspiration lighting her face.Mary moved to the hallway.\"I have it,\" she exclaimed\necstatically.Mary went to the kitchen.\"Now see here,\" he objected, \"every time YOU 'HAVE IT,' I DO IT.Mary picked up the milk there.The\nNEXT time you 'HAVE IT' YOU DO IT!\"John went back to the bathroom.Mary picked up the football there.Old members of the Sons of Malta will recollect\nhow strenuously he resisted the canine portion of the ceremony when\ntaking the third degree of that noble order.He is one of the best as well as\none of the best known printers in the Northwest.John got the apple there.He has been printer,\nreporter, editor, publisher and type founder.Although he has been\nconstantly in the harness for nearly fifty years, he is still active\nand energetic and looks as if it might be an easy matter to round out\nthe century mark.Bassford, now of the Austin Register, was one of the fleetest and\ncleanest compositers among the territorial printers.He was employed\non the Minnesotian.Mary went to the office.Francis P. McNamee occupied most all positions connected with the\nprinting business--printer, reporter, editor.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.He was a most estimable\nman, but of very delicate constitution, and he has long since gone to\nhis reward.The genial, jovial face of George W. Benedict was for many years\nfamiliar to most old-time residents.John dropped the apple there.At one time he was foreman of the\nold St.He is now editor and publisher of the Sauk Rapids\nSentinel.Paul Times had no more reliable man than the late Richard\nBradley.He was foreman of the job department of that paper, and held\nthe same position on the Press and Pioneer Press for many years.Paine was the author of the famous poem entitled \"Who Stole Ben\nJohnson's Spaces.\"The late John O. Terry was the first hand pressman in St.Owens in the publication of the\nMinnesotian.Mary put down the football there.For a long time he was assistant postmaster of St.Paul,\nand held several other positions of trust.Mitchell was a, member of the firm of Newson, Mitchell & Clum,\npublishers of the Daily Times.Mary grabbed the football there.John took the apple there.For several years after the war he was\nengaged as compositor in the St.John went back to the hallway.Paul offices, and is now farming in\nNorthern Minnesota.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Among the freaks connected with the printing business was a poet\nprinter by the name of Wentworth.He was called \"Long Haired\nWentworth.\"Early in the war he enlisted in the First Minnesota regiment.Gorman caught sight of him he ordered his hair cut.Wentworth\nwould not permit his flowing locks to be taken off, and he was\nsummarly dismissed from the service.After being ordered out of the\nregiment he wrote several", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Marshall Robinson was a partner of the late John H. Stevens in the\npublication of the first paper at Glencoe.Daniel travelled to the hallway.At one time he was a\ncompositor on the Pioneer, and the last heard from him he was state\nprinter for Nevada.Mary moved to the bathroom.Daniel picked up the apple there.Robertson and made foreman of the Democrat.He was a\nprinter-politician and possessed considerable ability.At one time he\nwas one of the editors of the Democrat.He was said to bear a striking\nresemblance to the late Stephen A. Douglas, and seldom conversed with\nany one without informing them of the fact.Sandra travelled to the office.He was one of the original\nJacksonian Democrats, and always carried with him a silver dollar,\nwhich he claimed was given him by Andrew Jackson when he was\nchristened.No matter how much Democratic principle Jack would consume\non one of his electioneering tours he always clung to the silver\ndollar.He died in Ohio more than forty years ago, and it is said that\nthe immediate occasion of his demise was an overdose of hilarity.Another old timer entitled to a good position in the hilarity column\nwas J.Q.A.Mary picked up the football there.He was business manager\nof the Minnesotian during the prosperous days of that paper.Sandra went back to the hallway.Daniel discarded the apple.The first\nimmigration pamphlet ever gotten out in the territory was the product\nof Jack's ingenuity.Mary moved to the office.Jack created quite a sensation at one time by\nmarrying the daughter of his employer on half an hour's ball room\nacquaintance.He was a very bright man and should have been one of the\nforemost business men of the city, but, like many other men, he was\nhis own worst enemy.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Another Jack that should not be overlooked was Jack Barbour.Sandra left the apple there.His\ntheory was that in case the fiery king interfered with your business\nit was always better to give up the business.Carver was one of the best job printers in the country, and he\nwas also one of the best amateur actors among the fraternity.It was\nno uncommon thing for the old time printers to be actors and actors to\nbe printers.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Lawrence Barrett, Stuart Robson and many other eminent\nactors were knights of the stick and rule.Daniel took the apple there.Frequently during the happy\ndistribution hour printers could be heard quoting from the dramatist\nand the poet, and occasionally the affairs of church and state would\nreceive serious consideration, and often the subject would be handled\nin a manner that would do credit to the theologian or the diplomat,\nbut modern ingenuity has made it probable that no more statesmen will\nreceive their diplomas from the composing room.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Since the introduction\nof the iron printer all these pleasantries have passed away, and the\nsociability that once existed in the composing room will be known\nhereafter only to tradition.Daniel went to the bedroom.The late William Jebb was one of the readiest debaters", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He was well posted on all topics and was\nalways ready to take either side of a question for the sake of\nargument.Mary grabbed the football there.Possessing a command of language and fluency of speech that\nwould have been creditable to some of the foremost orators, he would\ntalk by the hour, and his occasional outbursts of eloquence often\nsurprised and always entertained the weary distributors.At one time\nJebb was reporter on the St.Raising blooded chickens\nwas one of his hobbies.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary left the football.Daniel got the football there.One night some one entered his premises and\nappropriated, a number of his pet fowls.[Illustration: A CRABBER'S HOLE, GERRAN'S BAY.]\"Delighted to see you, ladies; delighted to see any friends of the\nProfessor's; and I hope you enjoyed the Cove, and that you're all\nhungry, and will find your tea to your liking.It's the best we can do;\nwe're very homely folk here, but we try to make people comfortable,\"\nand so on and so on, a regular stream of chatty conversation, given in\nthe strongest Cornish, with the kindliest of Cornish hearts, as she\nushered us into a neat little parlour at the back of the inn.There lay spread, not one of your dainty afternoon teas, with two or\nthree wafery slices of bread and butter, but a regular substantial\nmeal.Cheerful candles--of course in serpentine candlesticks--were\nalready lit, and showed us the bright teapot full of that welcome drink\nto weary travellers, hot, strong and harmless; the gigantic home-baked\nloaf, which it seemed sacrilegious to have turned into toast; the rich,\nyellow butter--I am sure those lovely cows had something to do with\nit, and also with the cream, so thick that the spoon could almost have\nstood upright in it.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Besides, there was a quantity of that delicious\nclotted cream, which here accompanies every meal and of which I had\nvainly tried to get the receipt, but was answered with polite scorn,\n\"Oh, ma'am, it would be of no use to _you_: Cornish cream can only be\nmade from Cornish cows!\"Mary travelled to the bathroom.Whether this remarkable fact in natural history be true or not, let me\nrecord the perfection of Mary Mundy's cream, which, together with her\njam and her marmalade, was a refection worthy of the gods.She pressed us again and again to \"have some more,\" and her charge for\nour magnificent meal was as small as her gratitude was great for the\nslight addition we made to it.John travelled to the bathroom.\"No, I'll not say no, ma'am, it'll come in handy; us has got a young\nniece to bring up--my brother and me--please'm.Daniel put down the football.Yes, I'm glad you came,\nand I hope you'll come again, please'm.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John went to the office.And", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "This garniture of \"please'm\" at the end of every sentence reminded\nus of the Venetian \"probbedirla,\" _per ubbedirla_, with which our\ngondolier Giovanna used to amuse us, often dragging it in in the oddest\nway.\"Yes, the Signora will get a beautiful day, probbedirla,\" or \"My\nwife has just lost her baby, probbedirla.\"Mary Mundy's \"please'm\"\noften came in with equal incongruity, and her voluble tongue ran on\nnineteen to the dozen; but her talk was so shrewd and her looks so\npleasant--once, no doubt, actually pretty, and still comely enough for\na middle-aged woman--that we departed, fully agreeing with her admiring\nProfessor that\n\n  \"The brightest thing on Cornish land\n  Is the face of Miss Mary Mundy.\"John journeyed to the garden.Sandra went to the office.Sandra moved to the hallway.Recrossing Pradenack down in the dim light of a newly-risen moon,\neverything looked so solitary and ghostly that we started to see moving\nfrom behind a furz-bush, a mysterious figure, which crossed the road\nslowly, and stood waiting for us.Was it man or ghost, or--\n\nOnly a donkey!Mary went to the office.It might have been Tregeagle\nhimself--Tregeagle, the grim mad-demon of Cornish tradition, once a\ndishonest steward, who sold his soul to the devil, and is doomed to\nkeep on emptying Dozmare Pool, near St.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra dropped the milk there.Neots (the same mere wherein\nExcalibur was thrown), with a limpet-shell; and to spend his nights in\nother secluded places balancing interminable accounts, which are always\njust sixpence wrong.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.I fear some of us, weak in arithmetic, had a secret\nsympathy for him!Sandra got the milk there.But we never met him--nor anything worse than that\nspectral donkey, looming large and placid against the level horizon.Soon, \"the stars came out by twos and threes,\"--promising a fine night\nand finer morning, during which, while we were comfortably asleep,\nour good horse and man would be driving across this lonely region to\nFalmouth, in time to take the good people to church on Sunday morning.John moved to the office.\"And we'll do it, too--don't you be anxious about us, ladies,\" insisted\nCharles.\"I'll feed him well, and groom him well.I likes to take care\nof a good horse, and you'll see, he'll take no harm.I'll be back when\nyou want me, at the week's end, or perhaps before then, with some party\nor other--we're always coming to the Lizard--and I'll just look in and\nsee how you're getting on, and how you liked Kynance.Sandra travelled to the garden.We thanked our kindly charioteer, bade him and his horse good-bye,\nwished him a pleasant", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "supper\nwould have been an insult to Mary Mundy's tea--to bed.DAY THE FOURTH\n\n\nSunday, September 4th--and we had started on September 1st; was it\npossible we had only been travelling four days?We had seen so much, taken in so many\nnew interests--nay, made several new friends.Already we began to plan\nanother meeting with John Curgenven, who we found was a relation of\nour landlady, or of our bright-faced serving maiden, Esther--I forget\nwhich.But everybody seemed connected with everybody at the Lizard,\nand everybody took a friendly interest in everybody.Sandra moved to the hallway.John travelled to the office.The arrival of\nnew lodgers in the \"genteel\" parlour which we had not appreciated\nwas important information, and we were glad to hear that Charles had\nstarted about four in the morning quite cheery.And what a morning it was!--a typical Sabbath, a day of rest, a day\nto rejoice in.Sandra took the milk there.Sandra put down the milk.Strolling round the garden at eight o'clock, while the\ndew still lay thick on the grass, and glittered like diamonds on the\nautumnal spider-webs, even the flowers seemed to know it was Sunday,\nthe mignonette bed to smell sweeter, the marigolds--yes!Mary went to the bedroom.aesthetic\nfashion is right in its love for marigolds--burnt in a perfect blaze\nof golden colour and aromatic scent.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The air was so mild that we could\nimagine summer was still with us: and the great wide circle of sea\ngleamed in the sunshine as if there never had been, never could be,\nsuch a thing as cloud or storm.Drop the curtain a bit--This sunshine\ndrives me mad!My God--Geert----\n\nGEERT.Mary went to the kitchen.Sandra got the apple there.They didn't like my beard--The government took that--become\nugly, haven't I?--Look as if I'd lost my wits?Sandra dropped the apple.Daniel went back to the office.The\nbeggars; to shut up a sailor in a cage where you can't walk, where you\ncan't speak, where you--[Strikes wildly upon the table with his fist.]Mary grabbed the apple there.Don't you meddle with this--Where is a glass?--Never\nmind--[Swallows eagerly.][Puts the bottle again to\nhis lips.]Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Please, Geert--no more--you can't stand it.Daniel travelled to the office.That's the best way\nto tan your stomach.Don't look so unhappy,\ngirl--I won't get drunk!Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Not accustomed to it--Are\nthere any provisions on board?That will do for tomorrow--Here, you, go and lay in a\nsupply--some ham and some meat----\n\nBAR.Mary left the apple.No--that's extravagance--If you want to buy meat, keep your money\ntill Sunday.Sunday", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "and--and a piece of cheese--I feel\nlike eating myself into a colic.God!--I'm glad to see you cheerful again.Yes, there's some\ntobacco left--in the jar.Who did you flirt with, while I sat----\n\nJO.Daniel moved to the hallway.Haven't\nhad the taste in my mouth for half a year.Mary went back to the kitchen.This isn't tobacco;\n[Exhales.]John got the milk there.The gin stinks and the pipe stinks.You'll sleep nice and warm up there, dear.Why is the looking-glass on\nthe floor?No--it's me--Geert----\n\nKNEIR.You--what have you done to make me happy!Never mind that now----\n\nGEERT.If you intend to reproach\nme?--I shall----\n\nKNEIR.Pack my bundle!----\n\nKNEIR.John put down the milk.John got the milk there.Do you expect me to sit on the sinner's bench?The whole village talked about you--I\ncouldn't go on an errand but----\n\nGEERT.Let them that talk say it to my face.No, but you raised your hand against your superior.I should have twisted my fingers in his throat.Boy--boy; you make us all unhappy.Treated like a beast, then I get the devil\nbesides.[At the door,\nhesitates, throws down his bundle.]Don't cry,\nMother--I would rather--Damn it!Please--Auntie dear----\n\nKNEIR.Never would he have\nlooked at you again--And he also had a great deal to put up with.Mary went back to the garden.John went back to the bedroom.Mary picked up the football there.I'm glad I'm different--not so submissive--It's a great honor\nto let them walk over you!I have no fish blood in me--Now then,\nis it to go on raining?I'd knock the teeth out of his jaw tomorrow.I've sat long enough, hahaha!--Let me walk to get the hang of\nit.John went to the office.Now I'll--But for you it would never have happened----\n\nJO.But for me?--that's a good\none!John left the milk.That cad--Don't you remember dancing with him at the tavern\nvan de Rooie?I?--Danced?----\n\nGEERT.With that cross-eyed quartermaster?--I don't understand a word\nof it--was it with him?--And you yourself wanted me to----\n\nGEERT.Mary went to the bedroom.You can't refuse a superior--On board ship he had stories.John went to the bedroom.I\noverheard him tell the skipper that he----\n\nJO.John went to the bathroom.That he--never mind what--He spoke of you as if you were any\nsailor's girl.I!--The low down----\n\nGEERT.Mary moved to the bathroom.When he came into the hold after the dog watch, I hammered\nhim on the jaw with a marlin spike.Five minutes later I sat in\nirons.Ke", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "the provost was full;\nthen two weeks provost; six months solitary; and suspended from the\nnavy for ten years; that, damn me, is the most--I'd chop off my two\nhands to get back in; to be <DW65>-driven again; cursed as a beggar\nagain; ruled as a slave again----\n\nKNEIR.Geert--Geert--Don't speak such words.Daniel journeyed to the office.Beneath the floor\nof the chicken-house is a cellar, which I can fill with stable manure, and\ngraduate the heat by its fermentation.There is room in the cellar to turn the manure from time to time to prevent\nits becoming fire-fanged, so that there is no loss in this respect.Between\nthe heat from beneath, and the sun streaming in the windows on the south\nside of the house, I can keep my laying hens warm even in zero weather; and\nI make it a point not to have too many.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Beyond a certain number, the more\nyou have the worse you're off, for poultry won't stand crowding.\"Mary went back to the kitchen.Marvin, \"are like the doctors, who kill or cure\ntoo much by rule and precedent.Mary got the football there.You get into certain ways or ruts, and\nstick to them.A little thought and observation would often greatly\nmodify your course.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Now in regard to your poultry, you should remember\nthat they all existed once as nature made them--they were wild, and\ndomestication cannot wholly change their character.It seems to me that\nthe way to learn how to manage fowls successfully is to observe their\nhabits and modes of life when left to themselves.In summer, when they\nhave a range, we find them eating grass, seeds, insects, etc.In short,\nthey are omnivorous.In winter, when they can't get these things, they\nare often fed one or two kinds of grain continuously.Now, from their\nvery nature, they need in winter all the kinds of food that they\ninstinctively select when foraging for themselves--fresh vegetables,\nmeat, and varieties of seeds or grain.John journeyed to the bedroom.We give to our chickens all the\nrefuse from the kitchen--the varied food we eat ourselves, with the\nexception of that which contains a large percentage of salt--and they\nthrive and lay well.Daniel got the apple there.Before they are two years old we decapitate them.Old fowls, with rare exceptions, will not lay in winter.\"Alvord listened as if there were more consolation and cheer\nin this talk on poultry than in the counsel of sages.The \"chicken fever\"\nis more inevitable in a man's life than the chicken-pox, and sooner or\nlater all who are exposed succumb to it.Sandra travelled to the garden.Seeing the interest developing\nin his neighbor's face, Leonard said, briskly:\n\n\"Mr.Alvord, here's an investment that will pay you to consider.The care\nof poultry involves light and intelligent labor, and therefore is adapted\nto those whoDaniel travelled to the garden.Daniel dropped the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the garden.The fowls often become pets to their keepers, and the individual oddities\nand peculiarities of character form an amusing study which is not wanting\nin practical advantages.Mary moved to the hallway.The majority of people keep ordinary barn-door\nfowls, which are the result of many breeds or strains.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.The consequence is\nalmost as great diversity of character within gallinaceous limits as\nexists in the families that care for them.John discarded the football.Daniel went to the hallway.For instance, one hen is a\ngood, persistent layer; another is a patient, brooding mother; a third is\nfickle, and leaves her nest so often and for such long intervals that the\neggs become chilled, and incubation ceases.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John picked up the football there.Some are tame and tractable,\nothers as wild as hawks, and others still are not of much account in any\ndirection, and are like commonplace women, who are merely good to count\nwhen the census is taken.\"John journeyed to the garden.\"I hope you make no reference to present company,\" Maggie remarked.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Leonard gave his wife one of his humorous looks as he replied, \"I never\ncould admit that in regard to you, for it would prove too much against\nmyself.John journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel moved to the garden.John journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.The idea of my picking out a commonplace woman!\"Mary travelled to the kitchen.\"Leonard knows, as we all do, that he would be like a decapitated chicken\nhimself without her,\" said Mrs.John travelled to the bathroom.Mary went to the bedroom.This was re-assuring from the mother of the eldest and\nfavorite son.John picked up the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.\"Well,\" remarked Squire Bartley, sententiously, \"there are old housewives\nin the neighborhood that have more luck with poultry than any of you,\nwith all your science.\"Sandra went back to the bathroom.\"You know a little about law, squire, and\nI less about medicine, perhaps, and yet any good mother could take care\nof a lot of children better than we could.Mulligan, on\nthe creek road.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel moved to the office.Daniel dropped the milk.John dropped the apple.She raises ducks, geese, and chickens innumerable, and\nyet I fail to see much luck in her management; but she has learned from\nexperience a better skill than the books could have taught her, for she\nsaid to me one day, 'I jis thries to foind out what the crathers wants,\nand I gives it to 'em,' She knows the character of every hen, duck, and\ngoose she has, and you don't catch her wasting a sitting of eggs underJohn discarded the football.Sandra moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the hallway.And then she watches over her broods as Mrs.Mary took the apple there.There has been more of intelligent care\nthan luck in bringing up this boy Alf.John moved to the garden.I believe in book-farming as much\nas any one, but a successful farmer could not be made by books only; nor\ncould I ever learn to be a skilful physician from books, although all the\nhorses on your place could not haul the medical literature extant.Mulligan's tactics, and so must you.We must find out 'what\nthe crathers want,' be they plants, stock, or that most difficult subject\nof all, the human crather.John moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.John went to the garden.He succeeds best who does this _in_ season,\nand not out of season.\"\"You are right, doctor,\" said Leonard, laughing.Mary put down the apple there.\"I agree with what you\nsay about the varied diet of poultry in general, and also in particular,\nand I conform my practice to your views.Mary picked up the apple there.At the same time I am convinced\nthat failure and partial success with poultry result more from inadequate\nshelter and lack of cleanliness than from lack of proper food.Mary moved to the hallway.It does\nnot often happen in the country that fowls are restricted to a narrow\nyard or run, and when left to themselves they pick up, even in winter,\nmuch and varied food in and about the barn.Daniel journeyed to the office.But how rarely is proper\nshelter provided!John journeyed to the bedroom.It is almost as injurious for poultry as it would be\nfor us to be crowded, and subjected to draughts, dampness, and cold.They\nmay survive, but they can't thrive and be profitable.In many instances\nthey are not even protected from storms, and it's a waste of grain to\nfeed poultry that roost under a dripping roof.\"\"Well,\" said the squire, \"I guess we've been rather slack.I must send my\nboys over to see how you manage.\"John journeyed to the kitchen.\"Amy,\" remarked Burtis, laughing, \"you are very polite.Mary discarded the apple there.120\nrepresents a Scotch bagpipe of the last century.The bagpipe is of high antiquity in Ireland, and is alluded to in Irish\npoetry and prose said to date from the tenth century.Mary took the apple there.Sandra moved to the bathroom.A pig gravely\nengaged in playing the bagpipe is represented in an illuminated Irish\nmanuscript, of the year 1300: and we give p.Mary went back to the kitchen.121 a copy of a woodcut\nfrom \u201cThe Image of Ireland,\u201d a book printed in London in 1581.Daniel moved to the kitchen.[Illustration]\n\nThe _bell_ has always been so much in popular favour in England that\nsome account of it must not be omitted.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Paul Hentzner a German, who\nvisited England in the year 1598, records in his journal: \u201cThe people\nare vastly fond of great noises that fill the ear, such as", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It is, however, a fact that bell-ringing has been a favourite amusement\nwith Englishmen for centuries.Mary journeyed to the office.The way in which church bells are suspended and fastened, so as to\npermit of their being made to vibrate in the most effective manner\nwithout damaging by their vibration the building in which they are\nplaced, is in some countries very peculiar.Sandra picked up the milk there.The Italian _campanile_, or\ntower of bells, is not unfrequently separated from the church itself.In Servia the church bells are often hung in a frame-work of timber\nbuilt near the west end of the church.In Zante and other islands of\nGreece the belfry is usually separate from the church.The reason\nassigned by the Greeks for having adopted this plan is that in case\nof an earthquake the bells are likely to fall and, were they placed\nin a tower, would destroy the roof of the church and might cause the\ndestruction of the whole building.Also in Russia a special edifice\nfor the bells is generally separate from the church.John went back to the kitchen.Sandra got the apple there.In the Russian\nvillages the bells are not unfrequently hung in the branches of an\noak-tree near the church.In Iceland the bell is usually placed in the\nlych-gate leading to the graveyard.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe idea of forming of a number of bells a musical instrument such\nas the _carillon_ is said by some to have suggested itself first to\nthe English and Dutch; but what we have seen in Asiatic countries\nsufficiently refutes this.Moreover, not only the Romans employed\nvariously arranged and attuned bells, but also among the Etruscan\nantiquities an instrument has been discovered which is constructed of\na number of bronze vessels placed in a row on a metal rod.Mary got the football there.Numerous\nbells, varying in size and tone, have also been found in Etruscan\ntombs.Mary went back to the garden.Among the later contrivances of this kind in European countries\nthe sets of bells suspended in a wooden frame, which we find in\nmedi\u00e6val illuminations, deserve notice.In the British museum is a\nmanuscript of the fourteenth century in which king David is depicted\nholding in each hand a hammer with which he strikes upon bells of\ndifferent dimensions, suspended on a wooden stand.It may be supposed that the device of playing tunes by means of bells\nmerely swung by the hand is also of ancient date.In Lancashire each\nof the ringers manages two bells, holding one in either hand.Thus, an\nassemblage of seven ringers insures fourteen different tones; and as\neach ringer may change his two notes by substituting two other bells if\nrequired, even compositions with various modulations, and of a somewhat\nintricate character, may be executed,--provided the ringers are good\ntimeists; for each has, of course, to take care to fall in with his\nnote, just as a member of the Russian horn band contributes his single\nnote whenever it occurs.Daniel went to the bathroom.PealJohn went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The bells constituting a peal are\nfrequently of the number of eight, attuned to the diatonic scale.Also\npeals of ten bells, and even of twelve, are occasionally formed.A\npeculiar feature of peal-ringing is that the bells, which are provided\nwith clappers, are generally swung so forcibly as to raise the mouth\ncompletely upwards.Daniel picked up the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.The largest peal, and one of the finest, is at\nExeter cathedral: another celebrated one is that of St.John moved to the bedroom.Margaret\u2019s,\nLeicester, which consists of ten bells.John grabbed the apple there.Peal-ringing is of an early\ndate in England; Egelric, abbot of Croyland, is recorded to have cast\nabout the year 960 a set of six bells.The _carillon_ (engraved on the opposite page) is especially popular\nin the Netherlands and Belgium, but is also found in Germany, Italy,\nand some other European countries.Daniel went to the hallway.It is generally placed in the church\ntower and also sometimes in other public edifices.The statement\nrepeated by several writers that the first carillon was invented in\nthe year 1481 in the town of Alost is not to be trusted, for the town\nof Bruges claims to have possessed similar chimes in the year 1300.Sandra grabbed the football there.There are two kinds of carillons in use on the continent, viz.: clock\nchimes, which are moved by machinery, like a self-acting barrel-organ;\nand such as are provided with a set of keys, by means of which the\ntunes are played by a musician.The carillon in the \u2018Parochial-Kirche\u2019\nat Berlin, which is one of the finest in Germany, contains thirty-seven\nbells; and is provided with a key-board for the hands and with a pedal,\nwhich together place at the disposal of the performer a compass of\nrather more than three octaves.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Jump down from the moon, and come to\nyour mother!John left the apple.Sandra dropped the football._Come!_\"\n\nAnd then a distant voice, floating softly down through the air,\nanswered, \"Come!\"My darling calls me, and I go.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.I will\ngo to the moon; I will be a moon-cow!She ran forward like an antelope, gave a sudden leap into the air, and\nwent up, up, up,--over the haystacks, over the trees, over the\nclouds,--up among the stars.Mary went back to the hallway.in her frantic desire to reach the moon she overshot the\nmark; jumped clear over it, and went down on the other side, nobody\nknows where, and she never was seen or heard of again.Sandra went to the bedroom.And Mother Brindle, when she saw what had happened, ran straight home\nand gobbled up the warm mash before any of the other cows could get\nthere, and ate so fast that she made herself ill.*       *", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"But there's nothing about the others in\nit,--the cat and fiddle, and the little dog, you know.\"\"Well, they _weren't_ in it really, at all!\"Cow ought to be a good judge of lies, I\nshould say.\"Sandra moved to the hallway.\"What can be expected,\" said the raccoon loftily, \"from a creature who\neats hay?Be good enough to hand me those nuts, Toto, will you?Mary took the apple there.The\nstory has positively made me hungry,--a thing that has not happened--\"\n\n\"Since dinner-time!\"John moved to the garden.John moved to the bedroom.\"Wonderful indeed, <DW53>!Daniel moved to the kitchen.But I shall\nhand the nuts to Cracker first, for he has told us a very good story,\nwhether it is true or not.\"John went to the garden.Mary put down the apple there.THE apples and nuts went round again and again, and for a few minutes\nnothing was heard save the cracking of shells and the gnawing of sharp\nwhite teeth.At length the parrot said, meditatively:--\n\n\"That was a very stupid cow, though!\"Well, I don't think they are what you would call brilliant, as a rule,\"\nToto admitted; \"but they are generally good, and that is better.\"Mary picked up the apple there.Mary moved to the hallway.\"That is probably why we have no\ncows in Central Africa.Daniel journeyed to the office.Our animals being all, without exception, clever\n_and_ good, there is really no place for creatures of the sort you\ndescribe.\"\"How about the bogghun, Miss Mary?\"John journeyed to the bedroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary discarded the apple there.asked the raccoon, slyly, with a\nwink at Toto.Mary took the apple there.Sandra moved to the bathroom.The parrot ruffled up her feathers, and was about to make a sharp reply;\nbut suddenly remembering the raccoon's brave defence of her an hour\nbefore, she smoothed her plumage again, and replied gently,--\n\n\"I confess that I forgot the bogghun, <DW53>.Mary went back to the kitchen.It is indeed a treacherous\nand a wicked creature!--a dark blot on the golden roll of African\nanimals.\"Daniel moved to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.She paused and sighed, then added, as if to change the\nsubject, \"But, come!Mary put down the apple.If not, I\nhave a short one in mind, which I will tell you, if you wish.\"John moved to the bedroom.All assented joyfully, and Miss Mary, without more delay, related the\nstory of\n\n\nTHE THREE REMARKS.There was once a princess, the most beautiful princess that ever was\nseen.Her hair was black and soft as the raven's wing [here the Crow\nblinked, stood on one leg and plumed himself, evidently highly\nflattered by the allusion]; her eyes were like stars dropped in a pool\nof clear water, and her speech like the first tinkling cascade of the", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "She was also wise, graceful, and gentle, so that one would\nhave thought she must be the happiest princess in the world.Mary went to the garden.No one knew whether it was the fault of her\nnurse, or a peculiarity born with her; but the sad fact remained, that\nno matter what was said to her, she could only reply in one of three\nphrases.The first was,--\n\n\"What is the price of butter?\"John picked up the milk there.The second, \"Has your grandmother sold her mangle yet?\"Mary journeyed to the bedroom.And the third, \"With all my heart!\"You may well imagine what a great misfortune this was to a young and\nlively princess.How could she join in the sports and dances of the\nnoble youths and maidens of the court?Sandra went back to the hallway.John discarded the milk.She could not always be silent,\nneither could she always say, \"With all my heart!\"though this was her\nfavorite phrase, and she used it whenever she possibly could; and it was\nnot at all pleasant, when some gallant knight asked her whether she\nwould rather play croquet or Aunt Sally, to be obliged to reply, \"What\nis the price of butter?\"On certain occasions, however, the princess actually found her infirmity\nof service to her.John journeyed to the bedroom.She could always put an end suddenly to any\nconversation that did not please her, by interposing with her first or\nsecond remark; and they were also a very great assistance to her when,\nas happened nearly every day, she received an offer of marriage.John got the football there.Emperors, kings, princes, dukes, earls, marquises, viscounts, baronets,\nand many other lofty personages knelt at her feet, and offered her their\nhands, hearts, and other possessions of greater or less value.John moved to the bathroom.But for\nall her suitors the princess had but one answer.Fixing her deep radiant\neyes on them, she would reply with thrilling earnestness, \"_Has_ your\ngrandmother sold her mangle yet?\"Sandra went to the office.and this always impressed the suitors\nso deeply that they retired weeping to a neighboring monastery, where\nthey hung up their armor in the chapel, and taking the vows, passed the\nremainder of their lives mostly in flogging themselves, wearing hair\nshirts, and putting dry toast-crumbs in their beds.Now, when the king found that all his best nobles were turning into\nmonks, he was greatly displeased, and said to the princess:--\n\n\"My daughter, it is high time that all this nonsense came to an end.The\nnext time a respectable person asks you to marry him, you will say,\n'With all my heart!'Daniel went back to the hallway.John put down the football.But this the princess could not endure, for she had never yet seen a man\nwhom she was willing to marry.Nevertheless, she feared her father's\nanger, for she knew that he always kept his word; so that very night she\nslipped down the back stairs of the palace, opened the back door,Mary journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "By water home, and there did businesses of the office.Among\nothers got my Lord's imprest of L1000 and Mr.Creed's of L10,000 against\nthis voyage their bills signed.Having wrote letters into the country and\nread some things I went to bed.The barber having done with me, I went to church, and\nthere heard a good sermon of Mr.Then home to\ndinner, and then to church again, and going home I found Greatorex (whom I\nexpected today at dinner) come to see me, and so he and I in my chamber\ndrinking of wine and eating of anchovies an hour or two, discoursing of\nmany things in mathematics, and among others he showed me how it comes to\npass the strength that levers have, and he showed me that what is got as\nto matter of strength is lost by them as to matter of time.It rained\nvery hard, as it hath done of late so much that we begin to doubt a\nfamine, and so he was forced to stay longer than I desired.To the Wardrobe, where discoursing with my Lord, he did instruct me\nas to the business of the Wardrobe, in case, in his absence, Mr.Townsend\nshould die, and told me that he do intend to joyne me and Mr.Moore with\nhim as to the business, now he is going to sea, and spoke to me many other\nthings, as to one that he do put the greatest confidence in, of which I am\nproud.Mary went to the office.Here I had a good occasion to tell him (what I have had long in my\nmind) that, since it has pleased God to bless me with something, I am\ndesirous to lay out something for my father, and so have pitched upon Mr.John took the football there.Young's place in the Wardrobe, which I desired he would give order in his\nabsence, if the place should fall that I might have the refusal.John journeyed to the bedroom.Which my\nLord did freely promise me, at which I was very glad, he saying that he\nwould do that at the least.So I saw my Lord into the barge going to\nWhitehall, and I and Mr.Creed home to my house, whither my father and my\ncozen Scott came to dine with me, and so we dined together very well, and\nbefore we had done in comes my father Bowyer and my mother and four\ndaughters, and a young gentleman and his sister, their friends, and there\nstaid all the afternoon, which cost me great store of wine, and were very\nmerry.By and by I am called to the office, and there staid a little.Sandra went to the bedroom.Creed and left them, and so he and I to the\nTowre, to speak for some ammunition for ships for my Lord; and so he and\nI, with much pleasure, walked quite round the Towre, which I never did\nbefore.So home, and after a walk with my wife upon the leads, I and she\nwent to bed.Daniel went to the bathroom.Peirce went over to the Beare at theSandra went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the garden.The Comptroller came this morning to get me to go see a house or two\nnear our office, which he would take for himself or Mr.Turner, and then\nhe would have me have Mr.Turner's lodgings and himself mine and Mr.But the houses did not like us, and so that design at present is\nstopped.John picked up the milk there.Then he and I by water to the bridge, and then walked over the\nBank-side till we came to the Temple, and so I went over and to my\nfather's, where I met with my cozen J. Holcroft, and took him and my\nfather and my brother Tom to the Bear tavern and gave them wine, my cozen\nbeing to go into the country again to-morrow.From thence to my Lord\nCrew's to dinner with him, and had very good discourse about having of\nyoung noblemen and gentlemen to think of going to sea, as being as\nhonourable service as the land war.And among other things he told us\nhow, in Queen Elizabeth's time, one young nobleman would wait with a\ntrencher at the back of another till he came to age himself.And\nwitnessed in my young Lord of Kent, that then was, who waited upon my Lord\nBedford at table, when a letter came to my Lord Bedford that the Earldom\nof Kent was fallen to his servant, the young Lord; and so he rose from\ntable, and made him sit down in his place, and took a lower for himself,\nfor so he was by place to sit.Mary moved to the garden.From thence to the Theatre and saw \"Harry\nthe 4th,\" a good play.That done I went over the water and walked over\nthe fields to Southwark, and so home and to my lute.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary moved to the bedroom.This morning did give my wife L4 to lay out upon lace and other\nthings for herself.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.John moved to the hallway.I to Wardrobe and so to Whitehall and Westminster,\nwhere I dined with my Lord and Ned Dickering alone at his lodgings.Daniel picked up the football there.After\ndinner to the office, where we sat and did business, and Sir W. Pen and I\nwent home with Sir R. Slingsby to bowls in his ally, and there had good\nsport, and afterwards went in and drank and talked.So home Sir William\nand I, and it being very hot weather I took my flageolette and played upon\nthe leads in the garden, where Sir W. Pen came out in his shirt into his\nleads, and there we staid talking and singing, and drinking great drafts\nof claret, and eating botargo\n\n     [\"Botarga.Daniel discarded the football there.Mary travelled to the hallway.The roe of the mullet pressed flat and dried; that of\n     commerce, however, is from the tunny, a large fish of passage which\n     is common in the Mediterranean.--Smyth's Sailor's Word-Book.Botargo was chiefly used to promote\n     drinking by causing thirst, and R", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "and bread and butter till 12 at night, it being moonshine; and so to bed,\nvery near fuddled.My head hath aked all night, and all this morning, with my last\nnight's debauch.Called up this morning by Lieutenant Lambert, who is now\nmade Captain of the Norwich, and he and I went down by water to Greenwich,\nin our way observing and discoursing upon the things of a ship, he telling\nme all I asked him, which was of good use to me.There we went and eat\nand drank and heard musique at the Globe, and saw the simple motion that\nis there of a woman with a rod in her hand keeping time to the musique\nwhile it plays, which is simple, methinks.Mary went to the office.John went to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Back again by water, calling\nat Captain Lambert's house, which is very handsome and neat, and a fine\nprospect at top.Daniel got the milk there.So to the office, where we sat a little, and then the\nCaptain and I again to Bridewell to Mr.This is\nan exceedingly neat little pamphlet, and contains articles upon many of\nthe most important subjects relating to entomology, by a number of\nprominent and well-known writers of the day.This almanac is replete with useful\ninformation concerning the Government, public debt, State elections from\n1873 to 1883, finances of State of New York, biographical sketches of\nState officers and members of the Legislature, etc., etc.Price, 25 cents,\nAlbany, N. Y.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"A Primer of Horticulture for Michigan Fruit Growers.\"This pamphlet has\nbeen prepared for the use of beginners in horticulture by Charles W.\nGarfield, Secretary of the Michigan State Horticultural Society, and will\nbe found very helpful to all such.Waldo F. Brown's illustrated spring catalogue of vegetable and flower\nseeds.John moved to the kitchen.'s descriptive catalogue of choice farm, garden, and\nflower seeds.Sandra went to the bathroom.189 and 191 Water St, N. Y.\n\nThe Manifesto, a pamphlet devoted to the interests of our Shaker friends.Compliments of Charles Clapp, Lebanon, Ohio.Mary travelled to the office.Its Good and Bad Members--The Remarkable Experiences of a Close Observer\nof Its Workings During a Long Residence at Washington.[_Correspondence Rochester Democrat._]\n\nNo city upon the American continent has a larger floating population than\nWashington.It is estimated that during the sessions of Congress\ntwenty-five thousand people, whose homes are in various parts of this and\nother countries, make this city their place of residence.Sandra went back to the office.Mary went to the kitchen.Some come here,\nattracted by the advantages the city offers for making the acquaintance of\npublic men; others have various claims which they wish to present, while\nthe great majority gather here, as crows flock to the carrion, for the\nsole purpose of getting a morsel at the public crib.Mary went back to the hallway.The latter class, as\na general thing, originate the many schemes whichDaniel discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "While walking down Pennsylvania avenue the other day I met Mr.William M.\nAshley, formerly of your city, whose long residence here has made him\nunusually well acquainted with the operations of the lobby.Mary went to the office.Having made my wants in this particular direction known, in answer to an\ninterrogative, Mr.Ashley said:\n\n\"Yes, during my residence here I have become well acquainted with the\nworkings of the 'Third House,' as it is termed, and could tell you of\nnumerous jobs, which, like the 'Heathen Chinee,' are peculiar.\"John took the football there.John journeyed to the bedroom.\"You do not regard the lobby, as a body, vicious, do you?\"Sandra went to the bedroom.\"Not necessarily so, there are good and bad men comprising that body; yet\nthere have been times when it must be admitted that the combined power of\nthe 'Third House' has overridden the will of the people.Daniel went to the bathroom.The bad influence\nof the lobby can be seen in the numerous blood-bills that are introduced\nat every session.\"\"Easily enough, to the person who has made the thing a study.\"Tell me, to what bills do you refer?\"Sandra went back to the bathroom.\"Well, take the annual gas bills, for instance.They are introduced for\nthe purpose of bleeding the Washington Gas Light company.They usually\nresult in an investigating committee which never amounts to anything more\nthan a draft upon the public treasury for the expenses of the\ninvestigation.Another squeeze is the _abattoir_ bills, as they are\ncalled.Sandra picked up the apple there.These, of course, are fought by the butchers and market-men.The\nfirst attempt to force a bill of this description was in 1877, when a\nprominent Washington politician offered a fabulous sum for the franchise.\"\"Anything else in this line that you think of, Mr.\"Yes, there's the job to reclaim the Potomac flats, which, had it become a\nlaw, would have resulted in an enormous steal.Sandra went to the office.The work is now being done\nby the Government itself, and will rid the place of that malarial\natmosphere of which we hear so much outside the city.\"Daniel went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.\"During your residence here have you experienced the bad results of living\nin this climate?\"\"Well, while I have not at all times enjoyed good health, I am certain\nthat the difficulty which laid me up so long was not malarial.It was\nsomething that had troubled me for years.A shooting, stinging pain that\nat times attacked different parts of my body.One day my right arm and leg\nwould torture me with pain, there would be great redness, heat and\nswelling of the parts; and perhaps the next day the left arm and leg would\nbe similarly affected.Then again it would locate in some particular part\nof my body and produce a tenderness which would well nigh drive me\nfrantic.There would be weeks at a time that I would be afflicted with an\nintermitting kind of pain that would come on every afternoon and leave me\ncomparatively free from suffering during the", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the hallway.Then I would have terrible paroxysms of pain coming on at any time\nduring the day or night when I would be obliged to lie upon my back for\nhours and keep as motionless as possible.Mary went back to the kitchen.Every time I attempted to move a\nchilly sensation would pass over my body, or I would faint from hot\nflashes.I suffered from a spasmodic contraction of the muscles and a\nsoreness of the back and bowels, and even my eyeballs become sore and\ndistressed me greatly whenever I wiped my face.I became ill-tempered,\npeevish, fretful, irritable and desperately despondent.\"\"Of course you consulted the doctors regarding your difficulty?\"John got the milk there.John put down the milk.John got the milk there.Some told me I had neuralgia;\nothers that I had inflammatory rheumatism, for which there was no cure,\nthat I would be afflicted all my life, and that time alone would mitigate\nmy sufferings.\"\"But didn't they try to relieve your miseries?\"\"Yes, they vomited and physicked me, blistered and bled me, plastered and\noiled me, sweat, steamed, and everything but froze me, but without avail.\"Mary went back to the garden.\"I had a friend living in Michigan who had been afflicted in a similar way\nand had been cured.He wrote me regarding his recovery and advised me to\ntry the remedy which cured him.In our days, the use of anointing with prayer is (in alliance with, and\nin addition to, Medical Science) being more fully recognized.John went back to the bedroom.\"The\nPrayer of Faith\" is coming into its own, and is being placed once more\nin proper position in the {163} sphere of healing; _anointing_ is being\nmore and more used \"according to the Scriptures\".Both are being used\ntogether in a simple belief in revealed truth.Mary picked up the football there.It often happens that\n\"the elders of the Church\" are sent for by the sick; a simple service\nis used; the sick man is anointed; the united \"Prayer of Faith\" (it\n_must_ be \"of Faith\") is offered; and, if it be good for his spiritual\nhealth, the sick man is \"made whole of whatsoever disease he had\".God give us in this, as in every other Sacrament, a braver, quieter,\nmore loving faith in His promises.The need still exists: the grace is\nstill to be had._If our love were but more simple,_\n    _We should take Him at His word;_\n  _And our lives would be all sunshine_\n    _In the sweetness of our Lord._\n\n\n\n[1] Article XXV.[2] \"Forbes on the Articles\" (xxv.).[3] \"Institution of a Christian Man.\"[4] In the Greek Church, seven, or at least three, Priests must be\npresent.Augustine, St., 3, 12, 13, 49.B.\n\n  Baptism, Sacrament of, 63.Bible, the, names of, 26.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Their Confirmation, 127.\n      \"John journeyed to the kitchen.Consecration, 127.\n      \"Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Election, 126.\n      \"Homage, 128.\n      \"Books, the Church's, 21\n  Breviary, 44.Church, the, names of--\n    Catholic, 2.Primitive, 17,\n    Protestant, 18.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.D.\n\n  Deacons, ordination of, 139.Dissenters and Confirmation, 99.F.\n\n  Faith and Prayer with oil, 162.G.\n\n  God-parents, 65.I.\n\n  Illingworth, Dr., 61.J.\n\n  Jurisdiction, 129.Mary moved to the office.Daniel went back to the office.K.\n\n  Kings and Bishops, 126, 128.L.\n\n  Laity responsible for ordination of deacons, 140.Sandra went back to the bathroom.M.\n\n  Manual, the, 44.N.\n\n  Name, Christian, 73.Nonconformists and Holy Communion, 99.O.\n\n  Oil, Holy, 159.Perpetuation, Sacraments of, 93.Its contents, 50.\n     \"preface, 47.\n     \"R.\n\n  Reconciliation, ministry of, 145.Recovery, Sacrament of, 93, 145.John grabbed the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.S.\n\n  Sacraments, 58.Sandra journeyed to the office.Their names, 62.\n      \"Mary went to the hallway.John went to the bathroom.nature, 60.\n      \"Spiritualities and Temporalities, 128.John discarded the apple.Stubbs, Bishop, 8, 10.T.\n\n  Table, the Holy, 88.U.\n\n  Unction, Extreme, 160.W.\n\n  Word of God, 31.\"I was just going, Crowfoot,\" said Cameron, stooping to light his\npipe at the fire.John put down the milk.And Cameron\ncantered away with both hands low before him and guiding his broncho\nwith his knees, and so rode easily till safely beyond the line of the\nreserve.Once out of the reserve he struck his spurs hard into his horse\nand sent him onward at headlong pace toward the Militia camp.Ten minutes after his arrival at the camp every soldier was in his place\nready to strike, and so remained all night, with pickets thrown far out\nlistening with ears attent for the soft pad of moccasined feet.John picked up the apple there.CHAPTER XX\n\nTHE LAST PATROL\n\n\nIt was still early morning when Cameron rode into the barrack-yard at\nFort Calgary.To the Sergeant in charge, the Superintendent of Police\nhaving departed to Macleod, he reported the events of the preceding\nnight.he inquired after he had told his\ntale.\"Well, I had the details yesterday,\" replied the Sergeant.\"Colonel\nOtter", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The Indians were apparently strongly posted and could\nnot be dislodged, and I guess our men were glad to get out of the scrape\nas easily as they did.\"Sandra moved to the garden.cried Cameron, more to himself than to the officer,\n\"what will this mean to us here?\"Daniel took the apple there.\"Well, my business presses all the more,\" said Cameron.I suppose you cannot let\nme have three or four men?Daniel dropped the apple.There is liable to be trouble and we cannot\nafford to make a mess of this thing.\"Sandra travelled to the office.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.\"Jerry came in last night asking for a man,\" replied the Sergeant, \"but\nI could not spare one.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the hallway.However, we will do our best and send you on the\nvery first men that come in.\"\"Send on half a dozen to-morrow at the very latest,\" replied Cameron.Sandra went to the bathroom.John went back to the bedroom.Mary moved to the garden.John picked up the apple there.He left a plan of the Ghost River Trail with the Sergeant and rode to\nlook up Dr.He found the doctor still in bed and wrathful at\nbeing disturbed.\"I say, Cameron,\" he growled, \"what in thunder do you mean by roaming\nround this way at night and waking up Christian people out of their\nsleep?\"John went back to the kitchen.John went back to the garden.\"Sorry, old boy,\" replied Cameron, \"but my business is rather\nimportant.\"Mary went to the office.And then while the doctor sat and shivered in his night clothes upon the\nside of the bed Cameron gave him in detail the history of the previous\nevening and outlined his plan for the capture of the Sioux.Daniel went to the bedroom.Martin listened intently, noting the various points and sketching an\noutline of the trail as Cameron described it.John went to the bathroom.\"I wanted you to know, Martin, in case anything happened.John dropped the apple.For, well, you\nknow how it is with my wife just now.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Good-by,\" said Cameron, pressing his hand.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel moved to the kitchen.\"This\nI feel is my last go with old Copperhead.\"\"Oh, don't be alarmed,\" he replied lightly.\"I am going to get him this\ntime.Sandra left the apple.John grabbed the apple there.Well, good-by, I am off.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.By the way, the Sergeant at the barracks has promised to send on half\na dozen men to-morrow to back me up.You might just keep him in mind of\nthat, for things are so pressing here that he might quite well imagine\nthat he could not spare the men.\"\"Well, that is rather better,\" said Martin.Daniel travelled to the office.John put down the apple.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"The Sergeant will send\nthose men all right, or I will know the reason why.A day's ride brought Cameron to Kananaskis, where the Sun Dance Trail\nends on", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary grabbed the football there.There he found signs to indicate that Jerry was before him\non his way to the Manitou Rock.As Cameron was preparing to camp for\nthe night there came over him a strong but unaccountable presentiment\nof approaching evil, an irresistible feeling that he ought to press\nforward.Sandra travelled to the office.\"I suppose it is the Highlander in me that is seeing visions and\ndreaming dreams.I must eat, however, no matter what is going to\nhappen.\"Sandra picked up the apple there.Leaving his horse saddled, but removing the bridle, he gave him his\nfeed of oats, then he boiled his tea and made his own supper.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.As he was\neating the feeling grew more strongly upon him that he should not camp\nbut go forward at once.At the same time he made the discovery that the\nweariness that had almost overpowered him during the last half-hour\nof his ride had completely vanished.Mary travelled to the garden.John moved to the bathroom.Hence, with the feeling of half\ncontemptuous anger at himself for yielding to his presentiment, he\npacked up his kit again, bridled his horse, and rode on.The trail was indeed, as Jerry said, \"no trail.\"Daniel went to the bathroom.It was rugged with\nbroken rocks and cumbered with fallen trees, and as it proceeded became\nmore indistinct.Mary left the football.His horse, too, from sheer weariness, for he had\nalready done his full day's journey, was growing less sure footed and\nso went stumbling noisily along.Cameron began to regret his folly in\nyielding to a mere unreasoning imagination and he resolved to spend the\nnight at the first camping-ground that should offer.The light of the\nlong spring day was beginning to fade from the sky and in the forest the\ndeep shadows were beginning to gather.Daniel took the milk there.Still no suitable camping-ground\npresented itself and Cameron stubbornly pressed forward through the\nforest that grew denser and more difficult at every step.Mary picked up the football there.After some\nhours of steady plodding the trees began to be sensibly larger, the\nbirch and poplar gave place to spruce and pine and the underbrush almost\nentirely disappeared.John went to the garden.The trail, too, became better, winding between\nthe large trees which, with clean trunks, stood wide apart and arranged\nthemselves in stately high-arched aisles and long corridors.How likely they would have been to reach the chief, even if he had\nbeen the real culprit, the reader can guess.In fact he had done all in his power to impress the Indian that to put\nhimself in the power of Rosenthrall, would be certain death to him.Mary put down the football there.Thus more than a month passed without bringing to the distracted\nfather any tidings of his missing child.We may as well remark here, that Rosenthrall had lost his wife many\nyears before, and that Hellena was his only child, so that in losing\nher he felt that he had lost everything.Daniel put down the milk there.The", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Could it be that Flint was playing him false?He could hardly think that it was Flint himself who had stolen his\nchild, for what motive could he have in doing it?The more he endeavored to unravel the mystery, the stranger and more\nmysterious it became.Mary journeyed to the garden.Notwithstanding the statements to the contrary made by the Indians,\nFlint persisted in giving it as his belief, that Fire Cloud had\ncarried off the girl and was still holding her a prisoner.John went to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the apple there.He even\nsaid that the chief had admitted as much to him.Yet he was sure that\nif he was allowed to manage the affair in his own way, he should be\nable to bring the Indian to terms.Daniel dropped the apple.John journeyed to the garden.Mary travelled to the bathroom.It was about this time that the dark suspicions began to be whispered\nabout that Captain Flint was in some way connected with the horrible\npiracies that had recently been perpetrated on the coast, if he were\nnot in reality the leader of the desperate gang himself, by whom they\nhad been perpetrated.Those suspicions as we have seen, coming to Flint's own ears, had\ncaused him to plan another project still more horrible than the one he\nwas pursuing, in order to quiet those suspicions until he should have\nan opportunity of capturing the rich prize which was to be the\nfinishing stroke to his achievements in this part of the world.John went to the bedroom.The suspicions in regard to Captain Flint had reached the ears of\nRosenthrall, as well as others, who had been secretly concerned with\nhim in his smuggling transactions, although in no way mixed up with\nhis piracies.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Rosenthrall feared that in case these suspicions against Flint should\nlead to his arrest, the whole matter would come out and be exposed,\nleading to the disgrace if not the ruin, of all concerned.Daniel went back to the bathroom.It was therefore with a feeling of relief, while joining in the\ngeneral expression of horror, that he heard of a most terrible piracy\nhaving been committed on the coast.Sandra went back to the hallway.Captain Flint's vessel was lying\nin port, and he was known to be in the city.Mary took the milk there.There was one thing too connected with this affair that seemed to\nprove conclusively, that the suspicions heretofore harboured against\nthe captain were unjust.And that was the report brought by the crew of a fishing smack, that\nthey had seen a schooner answering to the description given of the\npirate, just before this horrible occurrence took place.John grabbed the apple there.Captain Flint now assumed the bearing of a man whose fair fame had\nbeen purified of some foul blot stain that had been unjustly cast upon\nit, one who had been honorably acquitted of base charges brought\nagainst him by enemies who had sought his ruin.He had not been ignorant, he said, of the dark suspicions that had\nbeen thrown out against him.But he had trusted to time to vindicate his character, and he had not\ntrusted in vain.John journeyed to the bathroom.Among the first to congratulateMary dropped the milk.John picked up the milk there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John grabbed the football there.He admitted that he had been to some extent, tainted with suspicion,\nin common with others, for which he now asked his forgiveness.The pardon was of course granted by the captain, coupled with hope\nthat he would not be so easily led away another time.The facts in regard to this last diabolical act of the pirates were\nthese.John discarded the football.Captain Flint, in accordance with the plan which he had decided upon,\nand with which the reader has already been made acquainted, fitted out\na small fishing vessel, manned by some of the most desperate of his\ncrew, and commanded by the Parson and Old Ropes.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Most of the men went on board secretly at night, only three men\nappearing on deck when she set sail.In fact, no one to look at her, would take her for anything but an\nordinary fishing smack.They had not been out long, before they came in sight of a vessel\nwhich they thought would answer their purpose.It was a small brig\nengaged in trading along the coast, and such a vessel as under\nordinary circumstances they would hardly think worth noticing.Mary picked up the milk there.But\ntheir object was not plunder this time, but simply to do something\nthat would shield them from the danger that threatened them on shore.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.The time seemed to favor them, for the night was closing in and there\nwere no other vessels in sight.On the pirates making a signal of distress, the commander of the brig\nbrought his vessel to, until the boat from the supposed smack could\nreach him, and the crew could make their wants known.To his surprise six men fully armed sprang upon his deck.To resist this force there were only himself, and two men, all\nunarmed.John picked up the football there.John went to the bedroom.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra got the apple there.Of these the pirates made short work not deigning to answer the\nquestions put to them by their unfortunate victims.Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra went to the garden.When they had murdered all on board, and thrown overboard such of the\ncargo as they did not want they abandoned the brig, knowing from the\ndirection of the wind, and the state of the tide, that she would soon\ndrift on the beach, and the condition in which she would be found,\nwould lead people to believe that she had been boarded by pirates, and\nall on board put to death.A poor horseman, he would have outstripped Curtius to\nthe gulf.Daniel went to the office.But no sooner had his dancing pony consented to make the first\nrebellious, sidelong plunge, than he had small joy of his boast.John journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the garden.Fore-legs sank floundering, were hoisted with a terrified wrench of the\nshoulders, in the same moment that hind-legs went down as by suction.The pony squirmed, heaved, wrestled in a frenzy, and churning the red\nwater about his master's thighs, went deeper and fared worse.Mary discarded the milk.With a\nclangor of wings, the storks rose", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "At the height of his distress, Rudolph caught a\nwhirling glimpse of the woman above him, safe on firm earth, easy in her\nsaddle, and laughing.John went back to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.Quicksand, then, was a joke,--but he could not\npause for this added bewilderment.The pony, using a skill born of agony, had found somewhere a solid verge\nand scrambled up, knee-deep, well out from the bank.With a splash,\nRudolph stood beside him among the tufts of salad green.Mary moved to the bedroom.Sandra left the apple.As he patted\nthe trembling flanks, he heard a cry from the shore.She might laugh, but now he\nwould see this folly through.John went back to the garden.He tore off his coat, flung it across the\nsaddle, waded out alone through the tussocks, and shooting forward full\nlength in the turbid water, swam resolutely for the island.Sky and water brightened while he swam; and as he rose, wrapped in the\nleaden weight of dripping clothes, the sun, before and above him,\ntouched wonderfully the quaggy bank and parched grasses.He lurched\nashore, his feet caked with enormous clods as of melting chocolate.A\nfilthy scramble left him smeared and disheveled on the summit.Mary went back to the hallway.The mound lay vacant, a tangled patch, a fragment of\nwilderness.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel went back to the office.Sandra left the apple there.Yet as he stood panting, there rose a puny, miserable sound.Sandra took the apple there.The distress, it might be, of some small\nanimal--a rabbit dying in a forgotten trap.Sandra discarded the apple.Daniel went to the garden.Faint as illusion, a wail, a\nthin-spun thread of sorrow, broke into lonely whimpering, and ceased.Sandra went back to the garden.He\nmoved forward, doubtfully, and of a sudden, in the scrubby level of the\nisle, stumbled on the rim of a shallow circular depression.At first, he could not believe the discovery; but next instant--as at\nthe temple pond, though now without need of placard or interpreter--he\nunderstood.John went back to the bedroom.This bowl, a tiny crater among the weeds, showed like some\npaltry valley of Ezekiel, a charnel place of Herod's innocents, the\nbattlefield of some babes' crusade.Sandra grabbed the football there.A chill struck him, not from the\nwater or the early mists.Sandra went back to the bedroom.In stupor, he viewed that savage fact.John went to the garden.Through the stillness of death sounded again the note of living\ndiscontent.He was aware also of some stir, even before he spied, under\na withered clump, the saffron body of an infant girl, feebly squirming.Sandra dropped the football.By a loathsome irony, there lay beside her an earthen bowl ofSandra got the football there.Sandra put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Blind pity urged him into the atrocious hollow.Seeing no further than\nthe present rescue, he caught up the small unclean sufferer, who moaned\nthe louder as he carried her down the bank, and waded out through the\nsludge.To hold the squalling mouth above water, and swim, was no simple\nfeat; yet at last he came floundering among the tussocks, wrapped the\nnaked body in his jacket, and with infinite pains tugged his terrified\npony along a tortuous bar to the land.Once in the river-path, he stood gloomily, and let Mrs.Forrester canter\nup to join him.But what can you have\nbrought back?He turned on her a muddy, haggard face, without enthusiasm, and gently\nunfolded the coat.The man and the woman looked down together, in\nsilence, at the child.He had some foolish hope that she would take it,\nthat his part was ended.Mary went back to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.Like an outlandish doll, with face contorted\nand thick-lidded eyes shut tightly against the sunshine, the outcast\nwhimpered, too near the point of death for even the rebellion of\narms and legs.The woman in the saddle gave a short, incredulous cry.John moved to the garden.Her face, all gay\ncuriosity, had darkened in a shock of disgust.Daniel went to the hallway.Such a nasty little--Why\ndid--What do you propose doing with it?\"John moved to the hallway.Rudolph shook his head, like a man caught in some stupid blunder.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.\"I never thought of that,\" he explained heavily.With a sombre, disappointed air, he obeyed; then looked up, as if in her\nface he read strange matter.Mary travelled to the garden.\"I can't bear,\" she added quickly, \"to see any kind of suffering.Why\ndid--It's all my fault for sending you!Daniel went to the hallway.John travelled to the office.We were having such a good ride\ntogether, and now I've spoiled it all, with this.--Poor little filthy\nobject!\"John travelled to the bedroom.She turned her hands outward, with a helpless, dainty gesture.His thoughts, then, had wronged\nher.Drenched and downhearted, holding this strange burden in his\njacket, he felt that he had foolishly meddled in things inevitable,\nbeyond repair.Yet some vague, insurgent instinct, which\nwould not down, told him that there had been a disappointment.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Then suddenly he mounted, bundle and all, and turned his willing pony\nhomeward.\"Come,\" he said; and for the first time, unwittingly, had taken charge.John picked up the football there.Without waiting, he beckoned her to follow.John dropped the football.They rode stirrup to stirrup, silent as in their escape at\ndawn, and as close bodily, but in spirit traveling distant parallels.He\ngave no thought to that, riding toward his experiment.Ojira, to Her Lover\n\n   I am waiting in the desert, looking", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.Daniel went back to the garden.I am waiting by the marshes and I tremble and I listen\n   Till the soft sands thrill beneath your coming feet.Mary journeyed to the office.John got the football there.Till I see you, tall and slender, standing clear against the skyline\n   A graceful shade across the lingering red,\n   While your hair the breezes ruffle, turns to silver in the twilight,\n   And makes a fair faint aureole round your head.Far away towards the sunset I can see a narrow river,\n   That unwinds itself in red tranquillity;\n   I can hear its rippled meeting, and the gurgle of its greeting,\n   As it mingles with the loved and long sought sea.In the purple sky above me showing dark against the starlight,\n   Long wavering flights of homeward birds fly low,\n   They cry each one to the other, and their weird and wistful calling,\n   Makes most melancholy music as they go.Oh, my dearest hasten, hasten!Already\n   Have I heard the jackals' first assembling cry,\n   And among the purple shadows of the mangroves and the marshes\n   Fitful echoes of their footfalls passing by.my arms are empty, and so weary for your beauty,\n   I am thirsty for the music of your voice.Come to make the marshes joyous with the sweetness of your presence,\n   Let your nearing feet bid all the sands rejoice!Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the milk there.My hands, my lips are feverish with the longing and the waiting\n   And no softness of the twilight soothes their heat,\n   Till I see your radiant eyes, shining stars beneath the starlight,\n   Till I kiss the slender coolness of your feet.Ah, loveliest, most reluctant, when you lay yourself beside me\n   All the planets reel around me--fade away,\n   And the sands grow dim, uncertain,--I stretch out my hands towards you\n   While I try to speak but know not what I say!John travelled to the bedroom.I am faint with love and longing, and my burning eyes are gazing\n   Where the furtive Jackals wage their famished strife,\n   Oh, your shadow on the mangroves!and your step upon the sandhills,--\n   This is the loveliest evening of my Life!John moved to the hallway.Thoughts: Mahomed Akram\n\n   If some day this body of mine were burned\n   (It found no favour alas!John discarded the football.with you)\n   And the ashes scattered abroad, unurned,\n   Would Love die also, would Thought die too?Daniel dropped the milk.John got the football there.But who can answer, or who can trust,\n       No dreams would harry the windblown dust?Were I laid away in the furrows deep\n   Secure from jackal and passing plough,\n   Would your eyes not follow me still through sleep", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Would you ever have loved me, Golden Eyes,\n       Had I done aught better or otherwise?Was I overspeechful, or did you yearn\n   When I sat silent, for songs or speech?Ah, Beloved, I had been so apt to learn,\n   So apt, had you only cared to teach.Sandra moved to the kitchen.But time for silence and song is done,\n       You wanted nothing, my Golden Sun!John moved to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.That drifts in its lonely orbit far\n   Away from your soft, effulgent light\n   In outer planes of Eternal night?Prayer\n\n   You are all that is lovely and light,\n     Aziza whom I adore,\n   And, waking, after the night,\n     I am weary with dreams of you.Sandra moved to the office.Every nerve in my heart is tense and sore\n     As I rise to another morning apart from you.Mary travelled to the hallway.I dream of your luminous eyes,\n     Aziza whom I adore!Of the ruffled silk of your hair,\n   I dream, and the dreams are lies.But I love them, knowing no more\n     Will ever be mine of you\n   Aziza, my life's despair.I would burn for a thousand days,\n   Aziza whom I adore,\n   Be tortured, slain, in unheard of ways\n     If you pitied the pain I bore.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Your bright eyes, fastened on other things,\n   Are keener to sting my soul, than scorpion stings!Daniel went to the bathroom.You are all that is lovely to me,\n     All that is light,\n   One white rose in a Desert of weariness.I only live in the night,\n   The night, with its fair false dreams of you,\n     You and your loveliness.Give me your love for a day,\n             A night, an hour:\n           If the wages of sin are Death\n             I am willing to pay.What is my life but a breath\n       Of passion burning away?Sandra got the apple there.Daniel put down the milk.O Aziza whom I adore,\n     Aziza my one delight,\n       Only one night, I will die before day,\n     And trouble your life no more.The Aloe\n\n   My life was like an Aloe flower, beneath an orient sky,\n   Your sunshine touched it for an hour; it blossomed but to die.John got the milk there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Torn up, cast out, on rubbish heaps where red flames work their will\n   Each atom of the Aloe keeps the flower-time fragrance still.Mary went to the office.Memory\n\n   How I loved you in your sleep", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The touch of your lips was sweet,\n     Aziza whom I adore,\n   I lay at your slender feet,\n     And against their soft palms pressed,\n   I fitted my face to rest.As winds blow over the sea\n     From Citron gardens ashore,\n   Came, through your scented hair,\n     The breeze of the night to me.Daniel moved to the kitchen.John grabbed the football there.John left the football there.Mary journeyed to the hallway.My lips grew arid and dry,\n     My nerves were tense,\n   Though your beauty soothe the eye\n     It maddens the sense.John grabbed the milk there.John travelled to the kitchen.Every curve of that beauty is known to me,\n   Every tint of that delicate roseleaf skin,\n     And these are printed on every atom of me,\n   Burnt in on every fibre until I die.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra went to the office.And for this, my sin,\n   I doubt if ever, though dust I be,\n   The dust will lose the desire,\n   The torment and hidden fire,\n   Of my passionate love for you.Daniel went to the bathroom.Aziza whom I adore,\n   My dust will be full of your beauty, as is the blue\n   And infinite ocean full of the azure sky.Daniel picked up the apple there.In the light that waxed and waned\n   Playing about your slumber in silver bars,\n   As the palm trees swung their feathery fronds athwart the stars,\n   How quiet and young you were,\n   Pale as the Champa flowers, violet veined,\n   That, sweet and fading, lay in your loosened hair.Sandra travelled to the garden.How sweet you were in your sleep,\n   With the starlight on your hair!Half-way up a rugged promontory, which juts pretty far into the sea,\nrises Cardoville Castle; a ray of the sun glitters upon its windows; its\nbrick walls and pointed roofs of slate are visible in the midst of this\nsky loaded with vapors.Daniel dropped the apple there.A large, disabled ship, with mere shreds of sail still fluttering from\nthe stumps of broken masts, drives dead upon the coast.Sandra went back to the office.Now she rolls her\nmonstrous hull upon the waves--now plunges into their trough.A flash is\nseen, followed by a dull sound, scarcely perceptible in the midst of the\nroar of the tempest.That gun is the last signal of distress from this\nlost vessel, which is fast forging on the breakers.At the same moment, a steamer, with its long plume of black smoke, is\nworking her way from east to west, making every effort to keep at a\ndistance from the shore, leaving the breakers on her left.The dismasted\nship, drifting towards the rocks, at the mercy of the wind and tide, must\nsome time pass right ahead of the steamer.SuddenlyDaniel journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel took the milk there.A second white-cap, following the first, again struck the vessel\namidships, and so increased the damage that, no longer answering to the\nhelm, she also drifted towards the shore, in the same direction as the\nship.John journeyed to the garden.But the latter, though further from the breakers, presented a\ngreater surface to the wind and sea, and so gained upon the steamer in\nswiftness that a collision between the two vessels became imminent--a new\nclanger added to all the horrors of the now certain wreck.Daniel went back to the hallway.The ship was an English vessel, the \"Black Eagle,\" homeward bound from\nAlexandria, with passengers, who arriving from India and Java, via the\nRed Sea, had disembarked at the Isthmus of Suez, from on board the\nsteamship \"Ruyter.\"Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.The \"Black Eagle,\" quitting the Straits of Gibraltar,\nhad gone to touch at the Azores.Daniel dropped the milk.She headed thence for Portsmouth, when\nshe was overtaken in the Channel by the northwester.The steamer was the\n\"William Tell,\" coming from Germany, by way of the Elbe, and bound, in\nthe last place, for Hamburg to Havre.Daniel took the milk there.These two vessels, the sport of enormous rollers, driven along by tide\nand tempest, were now rushing upon the breakers with frightful speed.John grabbed the apple there.The\ndeck of each offered a terrible spectacle; the loss of crew and\npassengers appeared almost certain, for before them a tremendous sea\nbroke on jagged rocks, at the foot of a perpendicular cliff.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.The captain of the \"Black Eagle,\" standing on the poop, holding by the\nremnant of a spar, issued his last orders in this fearful extremity with\ncourageous coolness.Daniel went back to the hallway.The smaller boats had been carried away by the\nwaves; it was in vain to think of launching the long-boat; the only\nchance of escape in case the ship should not be immediately dashed to\npieces on touching the rocks, was to establish a communication with the\nland by means of a life-line--almost the last resort for passing between\nthe shore and a stranded vessel.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The deck was covered with passengers, whose cries and terror augmented\nthe general confusion.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Some, struck with a kind of stupor, and clinging\nconvulsively to the shrouds, awaited their doom in a state of stupid\ninsensibility.John went to the kitchen.Sandra got the football there.Sandra went to the kitchen.Daniel left the milk.Others wrung their hands in despair, or rolled upon the\ndeck uttering horrible imprecations.Sandra put down the football.Here, women knelt down to pray;\nthere, others hid their faces in their hands, that they might not see the\nSandra picked up the football there.Sandra put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the bedroom.A young mother, pale as a specter, holding her\nchild clasped tightly to her bosom, went supplicating from sailor to\nsailor, and offering a purse full of gold and jewels to any one that\nwould take charge of her son.These cries, and tears, and terror contrasted with the stern and silent\nresignation of the sailors.Mary got the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Mary moved to the office.Knowing the imminence of the inevitable\ndanger, some of them stripped themselves of part of their clothes,\nwaiting for the moment to make a last effort, to dispute their lives with\nthe fury of the waves; others renouncing all hope, prepared to meet death\nwith stoical indifference.Here and there, touching or awful episodes rose in relief, if one may so\nexpress it, from this dark and gloomy background of despair.John went back to the hallway.A young man of about eighteen or twenty, with shiny black hair, copper\n<DW52> complexion, and perfectly regular and handsome features,\ncontemplated this scene of dismay and horror with that sad calmness\npeculiar to those who have often braved great perils; wrapped in a cloak,\nhe leaned his back against the bulwarks, with his feet resting against\none of the bulkheads.Suddenly, the unhappy mother, who, with her child\nin her arms, and gold in her hand, had in vain addressed herself to\nseveral of the mariners, to beg them to save her boy, perceiving the\nyoung man with the copper-<DW52> complexion, threw herself on her knees\nbefore him, and lifted her child towards him with a burst of\ninexpressible agony.Sandra travelled to the hallway.The young man took it, mournfully shook his head,\nand pointed to the furious waves--but, with a meaning gesture, he\nappeared to promise that he would at least try to save it.John journeyed to the kitchen.Then the young\nmother, in a mad transport of hope, seized the hand of the youth, and\nbathed it with her tears.Sandra went to the kitchen.Further on, another passenger of the \"Black Eagle,\" seemed animated by\nsentiments of the most active pity.Sandra got the milk there.One would hardly have given him\nfive-and-twenty years of age.Mary travelled to the bedroom.His long, fair locks fell in curls on\neither side of his angelic countenance.He wore a black cassock and white\nneck-band.Applying himself to comfort the most desponding, he went from\none to the other, and spoke to them pious words of hope and resignation;\nto hear him console some, and encourage others, in language full of\nunction, tenderness, and ineffable charity, one would have supposed him\nunaware or indifferent to the perils that he shared.Mary moved to the kitchen.This is the state things [they] are now in, at the time of writing this\nletter; but it is proper to add that the refusal of the Emperor to sign\nthe preliminaries was motived upon a note from the King of England to be\nadmitted to the Congress forMary dropped the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John got the football there.From\nall which it appears to me, judging from circumstances, that the Emperor\nis now so compleatly in the hands of the french, that he has no way of\ngetting out but by a peace.The Congress for the peace is to be held\nat Luneville, a town in france.Since the affair of Rastadt the french\ncommissioners will not trust themselves within the Emperor's territory.John left the football.I know not what the Commissioners have\ndone, but from a paper I enclose to you, which appears to have\nsome authority, it is not much.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel got the apple there.The paper as you will perceive is\nconsiderably prior to this letter.John got the football there.John left the football.I knew that the Commissioners before\nthis piece appeared intended setting off.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John moved to the bathroom.John went to the office.Mary took the milk there.It is therefore probable that\nwhat they have done is conformable to what this paper mentions, which\ncertainly will not atone for the expence their mission has incurred,\nneither are they, by all the accounts I hear of them, men fitted for the\nbusiness.John journeyed to the garden.\"But independently of these matters there appears to be a state of\ncircumstances rising, which if it goes on, will render all partial\ntreaties unnecessary.Sandra went to the garden.In the first place I doubt if any peace will be\nmade with England; and in the second place, I should not wonder to see a\ncoalition formed against her, to compel her to abandon her insolence on\nthe seas.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary discarded the milk.Sandra moved to the office.This brings me to speak of the manuscripts I send you.Mary got the milk there.1, without any title, was written in consequence of\na question put to me by Bonaparte.Mary moved to the garden.Mary left the milk.As he supposed I knew England\nand English Politics he sent a person to me to ask, that in case of\nnegociating a Peace with Austria, whether it would be proper to include\nEngland.Julian was in Paris, on the part of the\nEmperor negociating the preliminaries:--which as I have before said the\nEmperor refused to sign on the pretence of admitting England.2, entitled _On the Jacobinism of the English at\nSea_, was written when the English made their insolent and impolitic\nexpedition to Denmark, and is also an auxiliary to the politic of No.I shewed it to a friend [Bonneville] who had it translated into french,\nand printed in the form of a Pamphlet, and distributed gratis among the\nforeign Ministers, and persons in the Government.It was immediately\ncopied into several of the french Journals, and into the official Paper,\nthe Moniteur.Daniel dropped the apple.Sandra went back to the bathroom.It appeared in this paper one day before the last\ndispatch arrived from Egypt;John went back to the hallway.Mary got the milk there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "It hit the two cases of Denmark and Egypt in the exact\nproper moment.3, entitled _Compact Maritime_, is the sequel of No.John got the milk there.John went back to the office.It is translating at the time I write this letter,\nand I am to have a meeting with the Senator Garat upon the subject.Sandra grabbed the football there.The pieces 2 and 3 go off in manuscript to England, by a confidential\nperson, where they will be published.\"By all the news we get from the North there appears to be something\nmeditating against England.It is now given for certain that Paul has\nembargoed all the English vessels and English property in Russia till\nsome principle be established for protecting the Rights of neutral\nNations, and securing the liberty of the Seas.John left the milk.The preparations in\nDenmark continue, notwithstanding the convention that she has made with\nEngland, which leaves the question with respect to the right set up by\nEngland to stop and search Neutral vessels undecided.John grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Sandra travelled to the office.I send you the\nparagraphs upon the subject.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.\"The tumults are great in all parts of England on account of the\nexcessive price of corn and bread, which has risen since the harvest.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.I attribute it more to the abundant increase of paper, and the\nnon-circulation of cash, than to any other cause, People in trade\ncan push the paper off as fast as they receive it, as they did by\ncontinental money in America; but as farmers have not this opportunity\nthey endeavor to secure themselves by going considerably in advance.\"I have now given you all the great articles of intelligence, for I\ntrouble not myself with little ones, and consequently not with the\nCommissioners, nor any thing they are about, nor with John Adams,\notherwise than to wish him safe home, and a better and wiser man in his\nplace.Mary discarded the apple.\"In the present state of circumstances and the prospects arising from\nthem, it may be proper for America to consider whether it is worth her\nwhile to enter into any treaty at this moment, or to wait the event of\nthose circumstances which, if they go on will render partial treaties\nuseless by deranging them.But if, in the mean time, she enters into\nany treaty it ought to be with a condition to the following purpose:\nReserving to herself the right of joining in an association of Nations\nfor the protection of the Rights of Neutral Commerce and the security of\nthe liberty of the Seas.Sandra left the football.\"The pieces 2, 3, may go to the press.They will make a small pamphlet\nand the printers are welcome to put my name to it.Mary picked up the apple there.It is best it should\nbe put from thence; they will get into the newspapers.I know that the\nfaction of John Adams abuses me pretty heartily.Daniel went back to the bedroom.It\ndoes not disturb me, and they lose their labour; and in return for it I\nam doing America more service, as a neutral nation, than their expensive\nCommissioners can do, and she has", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John went back to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.1 is only for your own amusement and that of your friends.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the office.Soon as he reach'd the point, whereat the thigh\nUpon the swelling of the haunches turns,\nMy leader there with pain and struggling hard\nTurn'd round his head, where his feet stood before,\nAnd grappled at the fell, as one who mounts,\nThat into hell methought we turn'd again.\"Expect that by such stairs as these,\" thus spake\nThe teacher, panting like a man forespent,\n\"We must depart from evil so extreme.\"Mary got the football there.Then at a rocky opening issued forth,\nAnd plac'd me on a brink to sit, next join'd\nWith wary step my side.Sandra moved to the office.I rais'd mine eyes,\nBelieving that I Lucifer should see\nWhere he was lately left, but saw him now\nWith legs held upward.Mary left the football.Let the grosser sort,\nWho see not what the point was I had pass'd,\nBethink them if sore toil oppress'd me then.John went to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.\"Arise,\" my master cried, \"upon thy feet.Daniel went to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the office.The way is long, and much uncouth the road;\nAnd now within one hour and half of noon\nThe sun returns.\"Sandra travelled to the hallway.It was no palace-hall\nLofty and luminous wherein we stood,\nBut natural dungeon where ill footing was\nAnd scant supply of light.John journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the bedroom.\"Ere from th' abyss\nI sep'rate,\" thus when risen I began,\n\"My guide!Sandra got the milk there.Sandra got the apple there.vouchsafe few words to set me free\nFrom error's thralldom.Mary went to the bedroom.How standeth he in posture thus revers'd?Daniel went back to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.And how from eve to morn in space so brief\nHath the sun made his transit?\"John journeyed to the garden.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.He in few\nThus answering spake: \"Thou deemest thou art still\nOn th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd\nTh' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.Sandra discarded the apple.Mary travelled to the hallway.Mary grabbed the apple there.John moved to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Thou wast on th' other side, so long as I\nDescended; when I turn'd, thou didst o'erpass\nThat point, to which from ev'ry part is dragg'd\nAll heavy substance.Sandra discarded the football.Daniel got the football there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Thou art now arriv'd\nUnder the hemisphere opposed to that,\nWhich the great continent doth overMary put down the apple.Sandra put down the milk.Daniel put down the football.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the kitchen.Thy feet are planted on the smallest sphere,\nWhose other aspect is Judecca.Mary travelled to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.Morn\nHere rises, when there evening sets: and he,\nWhose shaggy pile was scal'd, yet standeth fix'd,\nAs at the first.John moved to the garden.Daniel went to the hallway.On this part he fell down\nFrom heav'n; and th' earth, here prominent before,\nThrough fear of him did veil her with the sea,\nAnd to our hemisphere retir'd.John moved to the hallway.Perchance\nTo shun him was the vacant space left here\nBy what of firm land on this side appears,\nThat sprang aloof.\"Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.There is a place beneath,\nFrom Belzebub as distant, as extends\nThe vaulted tomb, discover'd not by sight,\nBut by the sound of brooklet, that descends\nThis way along the hollow of a rock,\nWhich, as it winds with no precipitous course,\nThe wave hath eaten.Daniel went to the hallway.John travelled to the office.By that hidden way\nMy guide and I did enter, to return\nTo the fair world: and heedless of repose\nWe climbed, he first, I following his steps,\nTill on our view the beautiful lights of heav'n\nDawn'd through a circular opening in the cave:\nThus issuing we again beheld the stars.John travelled to the bedroom.They are generally\nmade of pottery or of bone, substances which are unsuitable for the\nconstruction of most other instruments, but which are remarkably\nwell qualified to withstand the decaying influence of time.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.There\nis, therefore, no reason to conclude from the frequent occurrence of\nsuch instruments that they were more common than other kinds of which\nspecimens have rarely been discovered.John picked up the football there.[Illustration]\n\nThe Mexicans possessed a small whistle formed of baked clay, a\nconsiderable number of which have been found.John dropped the football.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary travelled to the hallway.Some specimens (of which\nwe give engravings) are singularly grotesque in shape, representing\ncaricatures of the human face and figure, birds, beasts, and flowers.Sandra grabbed the apple there.John grabbed the football there.Some were provided at the top with a finger-hole which, when closed,\naltered the pitch of the sound, so that two different tones were\nproducible on the instrument.Mary went back to the bathroom.Others had a little ball of baked clay\nlying loose inside the air-chamber.John discarded the football.John picked up the football there.When the instrument was blown the\ncurrent of air set the ball in a vibrating motion, thereby causing a\nshrill and whirring sound.Daniel went to the office.Sandra discarded the apple.Sandra grabbed the apple there.John put down the football.Daniel moved to the garden.A similar contrivance is sometimes made\nuse of by Englishmen for conveying signals.Sandra left the apple.John journeyed to the garden.The Mexican whistle most", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.Daniel got the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.In the Russian horn band\neach musician is restricted to a single tone; and similar combinations\nof performers--only, of course, much more rude--have been witnessed by\ntravellers among some tribes in Africa and America.Sandra went back to the hallway.[Illustration]\n\nRather more complete than the above specimens are some of the whistles\nand small pipes which have been found in graves of the Indians of\nChiriqui in central America.The pipe or whistle which is represented\nin the accompanying engraving appears, to judge from the somewhat\nobscure description transmitted to us, to possess about half a dozen\ntones.Daniel put down the football there.It is of pottery, painted in red and black on a cream-\nground, and in length about five inches.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Among the instruments of this\nkind from central America the most complete have four finger-holes.Sandra moved to the garden.By means of three the following four sounds (including the sound\nwhich is produced when none of the holes are closed) can be emitted:\n[Illustration] the fourth finger-hole, when closed, has the effect of\nlowering the pitch a semitone.Mary went back to the office.By a particular process two or three\nlower notes are obtainable.Mary moved to the kitchen.John travelled to the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe pipe of the Aztecs, which is called by the Mexican Spaniards\n_pito_, somewhat resembled our flageolet: the material was a reddish\npottery, and it was provided with four finger-holes.Mary moved to the office.Although among\nabout half a dozen specimens which the writer has examined some are\nconsiderably larger than others they all have, singularly enough, the\nsame pitch of sound.Mary got the apple there.Daniel moved to the office.Daniel got the milk there.Mary went back to the garden.The smallest is about six inches in length, and\nthe largest about nine inches.Daniel left the milk.John travelled to the office.Mary put down the apple.Several _pitos_ have been found in a\nremarkably well-preserved condition.Daniel went to the bathroom.They are easy to blow, and their\norder of intervals is in conformity with the pentatonic scale, thus:\n[Illustration] The usual shape of the _pito_ is that here represented;\nshowing the upper side of one pipe, and a side view of another.A\nspecimen of a less common shape, also engraved, is in the British\nmuseum.John got the milk there.John travelled to the bathroom.John dropped the milk there.Indications suggestive of the popular estimation in which the\nflute (or perhaps, more strictly speaking, the pipe) was held by the\nAztecs are not wanting.It was played in religious observances and\nwe find it referred to allegorically in orations delivered on solemn\noccasions.Sandra picked up the apple there.For instance, at the religious festival which was held in\nhonour of Tezcatlepoca--a divinity depictedDaniel moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Twenty days before his death four young girls, named\nafter the principal goddesses, were given to him as companions; and\nwhen the hour arrived in which he was to be sacrificed he observed the\nestablished symbolical rite of breaking a flute on each of the steps,\nas he ascended the temple.Daniel went back to the hallway.Again, at the public ceremonies which took place on the accession of\na prince to the throne the new monarch addressed a prayer to the god,\nin which occurred the following allegorical expression:--\u201cI am thy\nflute; reveal to me thy will; breathe into me thy breath like into a\nflute, as thou hast done to my predecessors on the throne.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.As thou\nhast opened their eyes, their ears, and their mouth to utter what is\ngood, so likewise do to me.Mary journeyed to the garden.I resign myself entirely to thy guidance.\u201d\nSimilar sentences occur in the orations addressed to the monarch.Daniel went back to the office.John went back to the garden.In\nreading them one can hardly fail to be reminded of Hamlet\u2019s reflections\naddressed to Guildenstern, when the servile courtier expresses his\ninability to \u201cgovern the ventages\u201d of the pipe and to make the\ninstrument \u201cdiscourse most eloquent music,\u201d which the prince bids him\nto do.M. de Castelnau in his \u201cExp\u00e9dition dans l\u2019Am\u00e9rique\u201d gives among the\nillustrations of objects discovered in ancient Peruvian tombs a flute\nmade of a human bone.John travelled to the office.Sandra got the milk there.It has four finger-holes at its upper surface\nand appears to have been blown into at one end.He loves the haggard frame, the shattered mind,\n     Gloats with delight upon the glazing eye,\n   Yet, in one thing, His cruelty is kind,\n     He sends them lovely dreams before they die;\n\n   Dreams that bestow on them their heart's desire,\n     Visions that find them mad, and leave them blest,\n   To sink, forgetful of the fever's fire,\n     Softly, as in a lover's arms, to rest.John went back to the kitchen.Fancy\n\n   Far in the Further East the skilful craftsman\n       Fashioned this fancy for the West's delight.This rose and azure Dragon, crouching softly\n       Upon the satin skin, close-grained and white.Sandra left the milk.And you lay silent, while his slender needles\n       Pricked the intricate pattern on your arm,\n   Combining deftly Cruelty and Beauty,\n       That subtle union, whose child is charm.Sandra took the milk there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Charm irresistible: the lovely something\n       WeSandra left the milk there.John moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John went to the kitchen.Mary went back to the bathroom.The unattainable Divine Enchantment,\n       Hinted in music, never heard in speech.This from the blue design exhales towards me,\n       As incense rises from the Homes of Prayer,\n   While the unfettered eyes, allured and rested,\n       Urge the forbidden lips to stoop and share;\n\n   Share in the sweetness of the rose and azure\n       Traced in the Dragon's form upon the white\n   Curve of the arm.Ah, curb thyself, my fancy,\n       Where would'st thou drift in this enchanted flight?Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra took the milk there.Feroza\n\n   The evening sky was as green as Jade,\n      As Emerald turf by Lotus lake,\n   Behind the Kafila far she strayed,\n      (The Pearls are lost if the Necklace break!)John moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.A lingering freshness touched the air\n      From palm-trees, clustered around a Spring,\n   The great, grim Desert lay vast and bare,\n      But Youth is ever a careless thing.The Raiders threw her upon the sand,\n      Men of the Wilderness know no laws,\n   They tore the Amethysts off her hand,\n      And rent the folds of her veiling gauze.They struck the lips that they might have kissed,\n      Pitiless they to her pain and fear,\n   And wrenched the gold from her broken wrist,\n      No use to cry; there were none to hear.Mary dropped the apple there.Sandra went to the office.Mary grabbed the apple there.Sandra went to the bedroom.Her scarlet mouth and her onyx eyes,\n      Her braided hair in its silken sheen,\n   Were surely meet for a Lover's prize,\n      But Fate dissented, and stepped between.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Across the Zenith the vultures fly,\n      Cruel of beak and heavy of wing.Sandra put down the football there.This Month the Almonds Bloom at Kandahar\n\n   I hate this City, seated on the Plain,\n     The clang and clamour of the hot Bazar,\n   Knowing, amid the pauses of my pain,\n     This month the Almonds bloom in Kandahar.The Almond-trees, that sheltered my Delight,\n     Screening my happiness as evening fell.Sandra took the football there.Sandra moved to the bathroom.It was well worth--that most Enchanted Night--\n     This life in torment, and the next in Hell!People are kind to me; one More than Kind,\n     Her lashes lie like fans upon her cheek,\n  Mary moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra went to the office.For though that Kaffir's bullet holds me here,\n     My thoughts are ever free, and wander far,\n   To where the Lilac Hills rise, soft and clear,\n     Beyond the Almond Groves of Kandahar.John went to the bedroom.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.He followed me to Sibi, to the Fair,\n     The Horse-fair, where he shot me weeks ago,\n   But since they fettered him I have no care\n     That my returning steps to health are slow.John moved to the bathroom.They will not loose him till they know my fate,\n     And I rest here till I am strong to slay,\n   Meantime, my Heart's Delight may safely wait\n     Among the Almond blossoms, sweet as they.Mary picked up the milk there.John went to the bedroom.John went back to the bathroom.Well, he won by day,\n     But I won, what I so desired, by night,\n   _My_ arms held what his lack till Judgment Day!Sandra went to the garden.Mary discarded the milk.Also, the game is not yet over--quite!Wait, Amir Ali, wait till I come forth\n     To kill, before the Almond-trees are green,\n   To raze thy very Memory from the North,\n     _So that thou art not, and thou hast not been!_\n\n   Aha!Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.it is Duty\n     To rid the World from Shiah dogs like thee,\n   They are but ill-placed moles on Islam's beauty,\n     Such as the Faithful cannot calmly see!Also thy bullet hurts me not a little,\n     Thy Shiah blood might serve to salve the ill.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Maybe some Afghan Promises are brittle;\n     Never a Promise to oneself, to kill!Sandra went back to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.Now I grow stronger, I have days of leisure\n     To shape my coming Vengeance as I lie,\n   And, undisturbed by call of War or Pleasure,\n     Can dream of many ways a man may die.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.I shall not torture thee, thy friends might rally,\n     Some Fate assist thee and prove false to me;\n   Oh!Daniel travelled to the bathroom.shouldst thou now escape me, Amir Ali,\n     This would torment me through Eternity!Sandra got the milk there.Sandra went back to the office.Aye, Shuffa-Jan, I will be quiet indeed,\n     Give here the Hakim's powder if thou wilt,\n   And thou mayst sit, for I perceive thy need,Daniel travelled to the office.John travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the bathroom.Thy gentle love will not disturb a mind\n     That loves and hates beneath a fiercer Star.Mary took the milk there.Sandra travelled to the garden.Also, thou know'st, my Heart is left behind,\n     Among the Almond-trees of Kandahar!End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of India's Love Lyrics, by \nAdela Florence Cory Nicolson (AKA Laurence Hope), et al.An amphitheatre for the accommodation of spectators\nsurrounded the palisade, leaving a large space free to be occupied by\narmed men on foot and horseback, and for the more ordinary class of\nspectators.John journeyed to the garden.John grabbed the football there.John put down the football there.Sandra went to the office.At the extremity of the lists which was nearest to the city,\nthere was a range of elevated galleries for the King and his courtiers,\nso highly decorated with rustic treillage, intermingled with gilded\nornaments, that the spot retains to this day the name of the Golden, or\nGilded, Arbour.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra went to the kitchen.The mountain minstrelsy, which sounded the appropriate pibrochs or\nbattle tunes of the rival confederacies, was silent when they entered on\nthe Inch, for such was the order which had been given.John moved to the office.Mary went back to the bedroom.Mary moved to the office.Two stately but\naged warriors, each bearing the banner of his tribe, advanced to the\nopposite extremities of the lists, and, pitching their standards into\nthe earth, prepared to be spectators of a fight in which they were not\nto join.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.The pipers, who were also to be neutral in the strife, took\ntheir places by their respective brattachs.Daniel moved to the office.The multitude received both bands with the same general shout with which\non similar occasions they welcome those from whose exertion they expect\namusement, or what they term sport.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.The destined combatants returned\nno answer to this greeting, but each party advanced to the opposite\nextremities of the lists, where were entrances by which they were to be\nadmitted to the interior.A strong body of men at arms guarded either\naccess; and the Earl Marshal at the one and the Lord High Constable at\nthe other carefully examined each individual, to see whether he had the\nappropriate arms, being steel cap, mail shirt, two handed sword, and\ndagger.Daniel went back to the hallway.They also examined the numbers of each party; and great was the\nalarm among the multitude when the Earl of Errol held up his hand and\ncried: \"Ho!The combat cannot proceed, for the Clan Chattan lack one of\ntheir number.\"Mary discarded the milk.said the young Earl of Crawford; \"they should have\ncounted better ere they left homeMary got the milk there.Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The Earl Marshal, however, agreed with the Constable that the fight\ncould not proceed until the inequality should be removed; and a general\napprehension was excited in the assembled multitude that, after all the\npreparation, there would be no battle.Of all present there were only two perhaps who rejoiced at the prospect\nof the combat being adjourned, and these were the captain of the Clan\nQuhele and the tender hearted King Robert.Daniel grabbed the football there.Meanwhile the two chiefs,\neach attended by a special friend and adviser, met in the midst of the\nlists, having, to assist them in determining what was to be done, the\nEarl Marshal, the Lord High Constable, the Earl of Crawford, and Sir\nPatrick Charteris.The chief of the Clan Chattan declared himself\nwilling and desirous of fighting upon the spot, without regard to the\ndisparity of numbers.John travelled to the office.\"That,\" said Torquil of the Oak, \"Clan Quhele will never consent to.Mary moved to the garden.You can never win honour from us with the sword, and you seek but a\nsubterfuge, that you may say when you are defeated, as you know you will\nbe, that it was for want of the number of your band fully counted out.Mary got the apple there.But I make a proposal: Ferquhard Day was the youngest of your band,\nEachin MacIan is the youngest of ours; we will set him aside in place of\nthe man who has fled from the combat.\"\"A most unjust and unequal proposal,\" exclaimed Toshach Beg, the second,\nas he might be termed, of MacGillie Chattanach.\"The life of the chief\nis to the clan the breath of our nostrils, nor will we ever consent that\nour chief shall be exposed to dangers which the captain of Clan Quhele\ndoes not share.\"Torquil saw with deep anxiety that his plan was about to fail when the\nobjection was made to Hector's being withdrawn from the battle, and\nhe was meditating how to support his proposal, when Eachin himself\ninterfered.His timidity, it must be observed, was not of that sordid\nand selfish nature which induces those who are infected by it calmly\nto submit to dishonour rather than risk danger.On the contrary, he was\nmorally brave, though constitutionally timid, and the shame of avoiding\nthe combat became at the moment more powerful than the fear of facing\nit.\"I will not hear,\" he said, \"of a scheme which will leave my sword\nsheathed during this day's glorious combat.If I am young in arms, there\nare enough of brave men around me whom I may imitate if I cannot equal.\"John went to the hallway.He spoke these words in a spirit which imposed on Torquil, and perhaps\non the young chief himself.\"I was sure the foul spell would be broken through, and that the tardy\nspirit which besieged him would fly at the sound of the pipe and the\nfirst flutter of the brattach!\"Mary dropped the apple.\"Hear me, Lord Marshal,\" said the Constable.\"The hour of combat may not\nbe much longer postponed, for the day approaches to high noon.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Let the\nchief of Clan Chattan take the half hour which remains, to find, if he\ncan, a substitute for this deserter; if he cannot, let them fight as\nthey stand.\"\"Content I am,\" said the Marshal, \"though, as none of his own clan are\nnearer than fifty miles, I see not how MacGillis Chattanach is to find\nan auxiliary.\"\"That is his business,\" said the High Constable; \"but, if he offers a\nhigh reward, there are enough of stout yeomen surrounding the lists,\nwho will be glad enough to stretch their limbs in such a game as is\nexpected.\"His Lordship----\"\n\n\"Do not listen to his Lordship.It is I who demand to be told the\ntruth.\"\"Amy, I beg you--\" interposed Cyril.\"No, no,\" she cried, shaking off her husband's hand.Don't you see that you are torturing me?\"It is all my fault,\" began Cyril.\"I am waiting to hear what the inspector has to say.\"Griggs cast a questioning look at Cyril, which the latter answered by a\nhelpless shrug.\"A bag has been found in his Lordship's chimney, which was lately\npurchased in Newhaven.But perhaps before\nanswering, you may wish to consult your legal adviser.\"\"I will neither acknowledge nor deny anything until I have seen this bag\nand know of what I am accused,\" she answered after a barely perceptible\npause.Griggs opened the door and called:\n\n\"Jones, the bag, please.\"Had the moment come when he must proclaim the truth?\"Am I supposed to have bought this bag?\"It was sold to Prentice, who was sempstress at Geralton\nand we believe it is the one in which Lady Wilmersley carried off her\njewels.\"Amy gave a muffled exclamation, but almost instantly she regained her\ncomposure.Daniel went to the office.Mary took the apple there.\"If that is so, how do you connect me with it?Because it happens to\nhave been found here, do you accuse me of having robbed my cousin?\"Mary went back to the garden.\"No, my lady, but as you spent the night of the murder in Newhaven----\"\n\nTo Cyril's surprise she shuddered from head to foot.Mary left the apple.she cried, stretching out her hands as if to ward off a blow.His Lordship himself told me that you had\njoined him there.\"It was not her Ladyship who was with me.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the hallway.Her Ladyship was in\nParis at the time.Thank God, thought Cyril, he had at last found\na way of saving both his love and his honour.Of a murder which was committed while you were\nstill in France--\" asked Griggs, lifting his eyebrows incredulously.I mean I instigated it--I hated my cousin--I needed the money, so\nI hired an accomplice.Of course, if you insist upon it, I shall have to\narrest you, but I don't believe you had anything more to do with the\nmurder than I had, and I would stake my reputation", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the kitchen.John grabbed the football there.Wait a bit, my lord,\ndon't be 'asty.\"John left the football there.Mary journeyed to the hallway.In his excitement Griggs dropped one of his carefully\nguarded aitches.\"You have arrived in the nick of time.Campbell cast a bewildered look at the inspector.\"His Lordship says that he hired an assassin to murder Lord Wilmersley.\"\"He _shall_ believe me,\" cried Cyril.John grabbed the milk there.\"I alone am responsible for\nWilmersley's death.John travelled to the kitchen.The person who actually fired the shot was nothing\nbut my tool.Really, Cyril, you are too ridiculous,\"\nexclaimed Campbell.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Suddenly he caught sight of Amy, cowering in the shadow of the curtain.Cyril gave Guy a look\nin which he tried to convey all that he did not dare to say.I told him you were engaged, but he says\nhe would like to speak to you most particular.\"\"I don't want to see him,\" began Cyril.\"Don't be a greater fool than you can help,\" exclaimed Campbell.\"How do\nyou know that he has not some important news?\"I took the liberty of forcing\nmyself upon you at this moment, my lord, because I have just learnt\ncertain facts which----\"\n\n\"It is too late to report,\" interposed Cyril hastily.\"Why, my lord, what is the use of pretending that you had anything to do\nwith the murder?Sandra went to the office.I hurried here to tell you that there is no further\nneed of your sacrificing yourself.I have found out who----\"\n\n\"Shut up, I say.Daniel went to the bathroom.cried\nCyril incoherently.Daniel picked up the apple there.\"Don't listen to his Lordship,\" said Amy.\"We all know, of course, that\nhe is perfectly innocent.She\ncast a keen look at Cyril.Sandra travelled to the garden.\"That's just it,\" Judson agreed.I convinced\nhis Lordship that Lord Wilmersley was murdered by his wife.Daniel dropped the apple there.I have come\nhere to tell him that I was mistaken.It is lucky that I discovered the\ntruth in time.\"His relief\nwas so intense that it robbed him of all power of concealment.Sandra went back to the office.Amy's mouth hardened into a straight, inflexible line; her eyes\nnarrowed.\"I suppose that you have some fact to support your extraordinary\nassertion?\"demanded Griggs, unable to hide his vexation at finding that\nhis rival had evidently outwitted him.\"Certainly, but I will say no more till I have his Lordship's\npermission.\"I am more anxious than\nany one to discover the truth.\"\"Permit me to suggest, my lord, that it would be better if I could first\nspeak to you in private.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"Nonsense,\" exclaimed Cyril impatiently.\"I am tired of this eternal\nsecrecy.John put down the milk.\"Very well, only remember, I warned you.\"Daniel moved to the bedroom.\"", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the bedroom.\"But what possible motive could they have had for murdering my cousin?\"The detective's eyes appeared to wander aimlessly from one of his\nauditors to another.She moved slowly forward, and leaning her arm on\nthe mantelpiece confronted the four men.She rose with a sigh, to add\nincongruously, \"Oh, the things we dream beforehand, and then the things\nthat happen!\"The jealous terrier scored her dusty paws down his white drill, from\nknee to ankle, before he added:--\n\n\"You know how the Queen of Heaven won her divinity.\"\"Another,\" said the girl, \"of your heathen stories?\"\"Rather a pretty one,\" he retorted.\"It happened in a seaport, a good\nmany hundred miles up the coast.Mary got the apple there.A poor girl lived there, with her\nmother, in a hut.One night a great gale blew, so that everybody was\nanxious.Three junks were out somewhere at sea, in that storm.Her sweetheart on board, it would be in a Western\nstory; but these were only her friends, and kin, and townsmen, that were\nat stake.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.So she lay there in the hut, you see, and couldn't rest.And\nthen it seemed to her, in the dark, that she was swimming out through\nthe storm, out and out, and not in the least afraid.She had become\nlarger, and more powerful, somehow, than the rain, or the dark, or the\nwhole ocean; for when she came upon the junks tossing there, she took\none in each hand, the third in her mouth, and began to swim for home.But then across the storm she heard her\nmother calling in the dark, and had to open her mouth to answer.\"Well, then her spirit was back in the hut.But next day the two junks\ncame in; the third one, never.Mary moved to the office.And for that dream, she was made, after\nher death, the great and merciful Queen of Heaven.\"John went back to the hallway.As Heywood ended, they were entering a pastoral village, near the town,\nbut hidden low under great trees, ancient and widely gnarled.\"You told that,\" said Miss Drake, \"as though it had really happened.\"\"If you believe, these things have reality; if not, they have none.\"Sandra travelled to the hallway.His\ngesture, as he repeated the native maxim, committed him to neither side.\"Her dream was play, compared to--some.\"\"That,\" he answered, \"is abominably true.\"The curt, significant tone made her glance at him quickly.In her dark\neyes there was no impatience, but only trouble.\"We do better,\" she said, \"when we are both busy.\"He nodded, as though reluctantly agreeing, not so much to the words as\nto the silence which followed.The evening peace, which lay on the fields and hills, had flooded even\nthe village streets.Without pause, without haste, the endless labor of\nthe day went on as quiet as a summer cloud.Meeting or overtaking,\ncoolies passed in single file", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the garden.The yellow muscles rippled\nstrongly over straining ribs, as with serious faces, and slant eyes\nintent on their path, they chanted in pairs the ageless refrain, the\ncall and answer which make burdens lighter:--\n\n\n\"O heh!--O ha?Mary grabbed the milk there.From hidden places sounded the whir of a jade-cutter's wheel, a\ncobbler's rattle, or the clanging music of a forge.Sandra went to the hallway.Yet everywhere the\nslow movements, the faded, tranquil colors,--dull blue garments, dusky\nred tiles, deep bronze-green foliage overhanging a vista of subdued\nwhite and gray,--consorted with the spindling shadows and low-streaming\nvesper light.Keepers of humble shops lounged in the open air with their\ngossips, smoking bright pipes of the Yunnan white copper, nodding and\nblinking gravely.Mary got the football there.Above them, no less courteous and placid, little\ndoorway shrines besought the Earth-God to lead the Giver of Wealth\nwithin.Sometimes, where a narrow lane gaped opposite a door, small\nstone lions sat grinning upon pillars, to scare away the Secret Arrow of\nmisfortune.But these rarely: the village seemed a happy place, favored\nof the Influences.John picked up the apple there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.In the grateful coolness men came and went, buying,\njoking, offering neighborly advice to chance-met people.John moved to the kitchen.A plump woman, who carried two tiny silver fish in an immense flat\nbasket, grinned at Miss Drake, and pointed roguishly.\"Her feet are bigger than my\nGolden Lilies!\"Mary left the milk.And laughing, she wriggled her own dusty toes, strong,\nfree, and perfect in modeling.An old, withered barber looked up from shaving a blue forehead, under a\ntree.Mary put down the football.\"Their women,\" he growled, \"are shameless, and walk everywhere!\"Mary journeyed to the office.But a stern man, bearing a palm-leaf fan and a lark in a cage, frowned\nhim down.Daniel went to the hallway.\"She brought my son safe out of the Three Sicknesses,\" he declared.\"Mind your trade, Catcher of Lively Ones!\"Mary moved to the kitchen.Then bending over the cage,\nwith solicitude, he began gently to fan the lark.John discarded the apple.John grabbed the apple there.As Heywood and the\ngirl paused beside him, he glanced up, and smiled gravely.\"I give my\npet his airing,\" he said; and then, quickly but quietly, \"When you reach\nthe town, do not pass through the West Quarter.It is full of\nevil-minded persons.John moved to the hallway.A shrill trio of naked boys came racing and squabbling, to offer\ngrasshoppers for sale.Mary went to the office.\"We have seen no placards,\" replied Heywood.\"You will to-morrow,\" said the owner of the lark, calmly; and squatting,\nbecame engrossed", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Maker of Music, here is your evening rice.\"The two companions passed on, with Flounce timidly at heel.Sandra moved to the kitchen.John moved to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.Now please, won't\nyou listen to my advice?Sandra moved to the office.No telling when the next ship _will_ call, but\nwhen it does--\"\n\n\"I can't run away.\"She spoke as one clinging to a former answer.\"I\nmust stand by my dream, such as it used to be--and even such as it is.\"Mary travelled to the hallway.He eyed her sadly, shook his head, and said no more.For a moment they\nhalted, where the path broadened on a market-place, part shade, part\nluminous with golden dust.Daniel grabbed the milk there.A squad of lank boys, kicking miraculously\nwith flat upturned soles, kept a wicker ball shining in the air, as true\nand lively as a plaything on a fountain-jet.Beyond, their tiny juniors,\ngirls and boys knee-high, and fat tumbling babies in rainbow finery, all\nhand-locked and singing, turned their circle inside out and back again,\nin the dizzy graces of the \"Water Wheel.\"Daniel went to the bathroom.Other boys, and girls still\ntrousered and queued like boys, played at hopscotch, in and out among\nshoes that lay across the road.All traffic, even the steady trotting\ncoolies, fetched a lenient compass roundabout.Allow me to pass,\" begged a coffin-maker's man,\nbent under a plank.\"To continue,\" said Adrienne, \"the physician of our family is intimately\nconnected with a very important minister (understand that, as you like,\"\nsaid she, smiling, \"you will not deceive yourself much).The doctor\nexercises very great influence over this great statesman; for he has\nalways had the happiness of recommending to him, on account of his\nhealth; the sweets and repose of private life, to the very eve of the day\non which his portfolio was taken from him.Keep yourself, then, perfectly\nat ease.Sandra got the apple there.Daniel put down the milk.If the surety be insufficient, we shall be able to devise some\nother means.John got the milk there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"Madame,\" said Agricola, with great emotion, \"I am indebted to you for\nthe repose, perhaps for the life of my mother.Mary went to the office.Believe that I shall ever\nbe grateful.\"It is proper that those\nwho have too much should have the right of coming to the aid of those who\nhave too little.Marshal Simon's daughters are members of my family, and\nthey will reside here with me, which will be more suitable.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.You will\napprise your worthy mother of this; and in the evening, besides going to\nthank her for the hospitality which she has shown to my young relations,\nI shall fetch them home.\"At this moment Georgette, throwing open the door which separated the room\nfrom an adjacentSandra put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John travelled to the office.\"I went to conduct my dressmaker to the little garden-gate,\" said\nGeorgette; \"where I saw some ill-looking men, attentively examining the\nwalls and windows of the little out-building belonging to the pavilion,\nas if they wished to spy out some one.\"John journeyed to the garden.Mary got the football there.Mary left the football there.\"Madame,\" said Agricola, with chagrin, \"I have not been deceived.\"I thought I was followed, from the moment when I left the Rue St.Daniel got the football there.Sandra got the milk there.John travelled to the office.Mary travelled to the garden.Merry:\nand now it is beyond doubt.Sandra travelled to the garden.They must have seen me enter your house; and\nare on the watch to arrest me.John moved to the bedroom.Well, now that your interest has been\nacquired for my mother,--now that I have no farther uneasiness for\nMarshal Simon's daughters,--rather than hazard your exposure to anything\nthe least unpleasant, I run to deliver myself up.\"Daniel travelled to the hallway.\"Beware of that sir,\" said Adrienne, quickly.Sandra put down the milk.\"Liberty is too precious to\nbe voluntarily sacrificed.Mary grabbed the milk there.Besides, Georgette may have been mistaken.But\nin any case, I entreat you not to surrender yourself.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John journeyed to the hallway.Take my advice, and\nescape being arrested.That, I think, will greatly facilitate my\nmeasures; for I am of opinion that justice evinces a great desire to keep\npossession of those upon whom she has once pounced.\"John went back to the office.\"Madame,\" said Hebe, now also entering with a terrified look, \"a man\nknocked at the little door, and inquired if a young man in a blue blouse\nhas not entered here.He added, that the person whom he seeks is named\nAgricola Baudoin, and that he has something to tell him of great\nimportance.\"Sandra went back to the office.\"That's my name,\" said Agricola; \"but the important information is a\ntrick to draw me out.\"John journeyed to the bedroom.\"Evidently,\" said Adrienne; \"and therefore we must play off trick for\ntrick.added she, addressing herself to\nHebe.John went to the bathroom.\"I answered, that I didn't know what he was talking about.\"\"Quite right,\" said Adrienne: \"and the man who put the question?\"John travelled to the kitchen.\"Without doubt to come back again, soon,\" said Agricola.Daniel moved to the hallway.\"That is very probable,\" said Adrienne, \"and therefore, sir, it is\nnecessary for you to remain here some hours with resignation.John travelled to the bedroom.I am\nunfortunately obliged to go immediately to the Princess Saint-Dizier, my\naunt, for an important interview, which can no longer be delayed, and is\nrendered more pressing still by what you have told me concerning the\ndDaniel put down the football.Mary went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the office.Remain here, then, sir; since if you go out,\nyou will certainly be arrested.\"\"Madame, pardon my refusal; but I must say once more that I ought not to\naccept this generous offer.\"John journeyed to the bedroom.\"They have tried to draw me out, in order to avoid penetrating with the\npower of the law into your dwelling but if I go not out, they will come\nin; and never will I expose you to anything so disagreeable.Now that I\nam no longer uneasy about my mother, what signifies prison?\"John travelled to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.\"And the grief that your mother will feel, her uneasiness, and her\nfears,--nothing?John journeyed to the kitchen.Think of your father; and that poor work-woman who loves\nyou as a brother, and whom I value as a sister;--say, sir, do you forget\nthem also?Mary picked up the football there.Mary left the football.Believe me, it is better to spare those torments to your\nfamily.Mary picked up the football there.Remain here; and before the evening I am certain, either by\ngiving surety, or some other means, of delivering you from these\nannoyances.\"Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.\"But, madame, supposing that I do accept your generous offer, they will\ncome and find me here.\"There is in this pavilion, which was formerly the abode of a\nnobleman's left-handed wife,--you see, sir,\" said Adrienne, smiling,\n\"that live in a very profane place--there is here a secret place of\nconcealment, so wonderfully well-contrived, that it can defy all\nsearches.You will be very well\naccommodated.John took the milk there.You will even be able to write some verses for me, if the\nplace inspire you.\"John discarded the milk.\"Oh, sir, I will tell you.Admitting that your character and your\nposition do not entitle you to any interest;--admitting that I may not\nowe a sacred debt to your father for the touching regards and cares he\nhas bestowed upon the daughters of Marshal Simon, my relations--do you\nforget Frisky, sir?\"asked Adrienne, laughing,--\"Frisky, there, whom you\nhave restored to my fondles?Mary put down the football.Seriously, if I laugh,\" continued this\nsingular and extravagant creature, \"it is because I know that you are\nentirely out of danger, and that I feel an increase of happiness.Therefore, sir, write for me quickly your address, and your mother's, in\nthis pocket-book; follow Georgette; and spin me some pretty verses, if\nyou do not bore yourself too much in that prison to which you fly.\"Daniel got the football there.The face of\nPaine here strongly resembles that in Independence Hall.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.The picture\nis about two feet high; the whole figure is given, and is dressed in an\nelegant statesmanlike fashion, with fine cravat and silk stockDaniel left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The table and room indicate official position, but it is the\nsame room as in nine of the other portraits.Sandra moved to the garden.Sandra picked up the apple there.It is to be hoped that\nfurther light may be obtained concerning these portraits.John journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary took the football there.Well-dressed also, but notably unlike the preceding, is the \"Bonneville\nPaine,\" one of a celebrated series of two hundred engraved portraits,\nthe publication of which in quarto volumes was begun in Paris in\n1796.et sculpsit\" is its whole history.Paine is\ndescribed in it as \"Ex Depute a la Convention Nationale,\" which would\nmean strictly some time between his expulsion from that assembly\nin December, 1793, and his recall to it a year later.It could not,\nhowever, have been then taken, on account of Paine's imprisonment and\nillness.Mary discarded the football.It was probably made by F. Bonneville when Paine had gone to\nreside with Nicolas Bonneville in the spring of 1797.It is an admirable\npicture in every way, but especially in bringing out the large and\nexpressive eyes.Mary grabbed the football there.John got the milk there.Mary left the football there.The hair is here free and flowing; the dress identical\nwith that of the portrait by Jarvis in this work.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John travelled to the garden.The best-known picture of Paine is that painted by his friend George\nRomney, in 1792.I have inquired through London _Notes and Queries_\nafter the original, which long ago disappeared, and a claimant turned up\nin Birmingham, England; but in this the hand holds a book, and Sharp's\nengraving shows no hand.Daniel went to the hallway.The large engraving by W. Sharp was published April 20, 1793, and the\nsmaller in 1794.A reproduction by Illman were a fit frontispiece for\nCheetham (what satirical things names are sometimes), but ought not\nto have got into Gilbert Vale's popular biography of Paine.That and\na reproduction by Wright in the Mendum edition of Paine's works, have\nspread through this country something little better than a caricature;\nand one Sweden has subjected Truelove's edition, in England, to a\nlike misfortune.Paine's friends, Rickman, Constable, and others, were\nsatisfied by the Romney picture, and I have seen in G. J. Holyoake's\nlibrary a proof of the large engraving, with an inscription on the back\nby Paine, who presented it to Rickman.Mary picked up the football there.It is the English Paine, in all\nhis vigor, and in the thick of his conflict with Burke, but, noble as\nit is, has not the gentler and more poetic expression which Bonneville\nfound in the liberated prisoner surrounded by affectionate friends.Romney and Sharp were both well acquainted with Paine.Sandra left the apple.A picturesque Paine is one engraved for Baxter's \"History of England,\"\nand published by Symonds, July 2, 1796.Dressed with great elegance,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bathroom.Above his head, on a frame design, a pen lies on a roll marked\n\"Equality.\"Mary picked up the apple there.The face is handsome and the likeness good\n\nA miniature by H. Richards is known to me only as engraved by K.\nMackenzie, and published March 31, 1800, by G. Gawthorne, British\nLibrary, Strand, London.Sandra took the football there.It is the only portrait that has beneath it\n\"Tom Paine.\"Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.It represents Paine as rather stout, and the face broad.It is powerful, but the least pleasing of the portraits.John went back to the bathroom.The picture in\nVale resembles this more than the Romney it professes to copy.John went back to the garden.I have in my possession a wood engraving of Paine, which gives no trace\nof its source or period.It is a vigorous profile, which might have\nbeen made in London during the excitement over the \"Rights of Man,\" for\npopular distribution.It has no wig, and shows the head extraordinarily\nlong, and without much occiput It is pre-eminently the English radical\nleader.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Before speaking of Jarvis' great portrait of Paine, I mention a later\none by him which Mr.William Erving, of New York, has added to my\ncollection.It would appear to have been circulated at the time of his\ndeath.The lettering beneath, following a facsimile autograph, is: \"J.\nW. Jarvis, pinx.J- R. Ames, del.--L'Homme des Deux Mondes.Born\nat Thetford, England, Jan.Died at Greenwich, New\nYork, June 8, 1809.\"Above the cheap wood-cut is: \"A tribute to Paine.\"On the right, at the top, is a globe, showing the outlines of the\nAmericas, France, England, and Africa.It is supported by the wing of a\ndove with large olive-branch.On the left upper corner is an open book\ninscribed: \"Rights of Man.Crisis\": supported by a scroll\nwith \"Doing justice, loving mercy.From this book rays\nbreak out and illumine the globe opposite.Sandra left the football.A lower corner shows the\nbalances, and the liberty-cap on a pole, the left being occupied by the\nUnited States flag and that of France.Beneath are the broken chain,\ncrown, sword, and other emblems of oppression.A frame rises showing a\nplumb line, at the top of which the key of the Bastille is crossed by\na pen, on Paine's breast.Sandra went to the office.The portrait is surrounded by a \"Freedom's\nWreath\" in which are traceable the floral emblems of all nations.Sandra went back to the bathroom.The\nwreath is bound with a fascia, on which appear, by twos, the following\nnames: \"Washington, Monroe; Jefferson, Franklin; J. Stewart, E. Palmer;\nBarlow, Rush; M. WollMary left the apple.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The portrait of Paine represents him with an unusually full face,\nas compared with earlier pictures, and a most noble and benevolent\nexpression.The white cravat and dress are elegant.What has become of\nthe original of this second picture by the elder Jarvis?It might easily\nhave fallen to some person who might not recognize it as meant for\nPaine, though to one who has studied his countenance it conveys the\nimpression of what he probably would have been at sixty-eight.About two\nyears later a drawing was made of Paine by William Constable, which I\nsaw at the house of his nephew, Dr.Daniel grabbed the football there.[_To SHEBA, in a whisper._] Papa's alone!A beautiful opportunity to ask for that little present of money.[_They link their hands together and walk as if going out through the\nLibrary._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_Looking up._] Don't go, children!Sandra picked up the apple there.[_He rises, the girls rush to him, and laughing with joy they turn him\nlike a top, dancing round him._\n\n[_Panting._] Stop, children![_Pinching his chin._] He always is!Daniel dropped the football.Sandra discarded the apple.Papsey will listen to our little wants!SALOME sits on the ground embracing his\nlegs, SHEBA lies on the top of the table._\n\nTHE DEAN._L--s--d,_ Papsey, or _L--s,_ Papsey, and never mind the--_d._\n\nTHE DEAN.I am glad, really glad, children, that you have broken through\na reserve which has existed on this point for at least a\nfortnight--and babbled for money.[_Laughing with delight._] Ha!John got the football there.It gives me the opportunity of meeting your demands with candor.Sandra got the apple there.Children, I have love for you, solicitude for you, but--I have no\nspare cash for anybody.[_He rises and walks gloomily across to the piano, on the top of which\nhe commences to arrange his bills.John went to the bathroom.In horror SALOME scrambles up from\nthe floor, and SHEBA wriggles off the table.Simultaneously they drop\non to the same chair and huddle together._\n\nSALOME.Mary journeyed to the garden.And now you have so cheerily opened the subject, let me tell you with\nequal good humor [_emphatically flourishing the bills_] that this sort\nof thing must be put a stop to.Your dressmaker's bill is shocking;\nyour milliner gives an analytical record of the feverish beatings of\nthe hot pulse of fashion; your general draper blows a rancorous blast\nwhich would bring dismay to the stoutest heart.Let me for once peal\nout a deep paternal bass to your childish treble and say\nemphatically--I've had enough of it!The two girls utter a loud yell of grief._\n\nSHEBA.[_Through her tears._] We've been brought up as young ladies--that\ncan't be done for nothing!Sheba's small, but she cuts into a lot of material", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "My girls, it is such unbosomings as this which preserve the domestic\nunison of a family.The total of these weeds\nwhich spring up in the beautiful garden of paternity is a hundred and\nfifty-six, eighteen, three.Now, all the money I can immediately\ncommand is considerably under five hundred pounds.Mary moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.But read, Salome, read aloud this paragraph in \"The Times\" of\nyesterday.Sandra moved to the office.[_He hands a copy of \"The Times\" to SALOME with his finger upon a\nparagraph._\n\nSALOME.[_Reading._] \"A Munificent Offer.John went to the bedroom.Marvells,\nwhose anxiety for the preservation of the Minister Spire threatens to\nundermine his health, has subscribed the munificent sum of one\nthousand pounds to the Restoration Fund.\"[_Reading._] \"On condition that seven other donors come forward, each\nwith the like sum.\"Mary travelled to the hallway.[_Anxiously._] My darling, times are bad, but one never knows.Sandra went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the garden.Then you will have your new summer dresses as usual.John went to the bathroom.[_Hoarsely._] But if they do![_Gloomily._] Then we will all rejoice![_The two girls cling to each other as BLORE comes from the Library\nwith two letters on a salver._\n\nBLORE.Daniel went to the hallway.The second post, sir--just hin.Mary moved to the bathroom.[_Hearing SALOME and SHEBA crying._] They've 'ad a scolding, 'ussies.Daniel went to the kitchen.Let 'em 'ang that on the 'atstand![_He is going out._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_Opening letters._] Oh, Blore!Hodder, the\nSecretary of \"The Sport and Relaxation Repression Guild,\" reminds me\nthat to-morrow is the first day of the Races--the St.Mary travelled to the hallway.Marvells Spring\nMeeting, as it is called.Hindeed, sir--fancy that!John got the milk there.All our servants may not resemble you, Blore.Pray remind them in the\nkitchen and the stable of the rule of the house----\n\nBLORE.Mary went to the office.No servant allowed to leave the Deanery, on hany pretence, while the\nRaces is on.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.[_Kindly._] While the races _are_ on--thank you, Blore.[_Opens his second letter._\n\nBLORE.[_To himself._] Oh, if the Dean only knew the good\nthing I could put him on to for the Durnstone Handicap![_He goes out._\n\nTHE DEAN.My dear widowed sister, Georgiana Tidman.Georgiana and I reconciled after all these years!Daniel grabbed the apple there.She\nwill help us to keep the expenses down.[_Embracing his daughters._] A second mother to my girls.She will\nimplant the precepts of retrenchment if their father cannot!John put down the milk.Daniel dropped the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel discarded the football.But, Papa, who is Aunt what's-her-name?John got the football there.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bathroom.My dears--a mournful, miserable history![_With his head bent he walks\nto a chair, and holds out his hands to the girls, who go to him and\nkneel at his feet._] When you were infants your Aunt Georgiana married\nan individual whose existence I felt it my sad duty never to\nrecognize.John dropped the football there.He died ten years ago, and, therefore, we will say a misguided man.Sandra took the apple there.He\nwas a person who bred horses to run in races for amusement combined\nwith profit.He was also what is called a Gentleman Jockey, and it was\nyour aunt's wifely boast that if ever he vexed her she could take a\nstone off his weight in half an hour.In due course his neck was\ndislocated.Daniel journeyed to the office.Mary took the football there.You will be little wiser when I tell you he came a\ncropper!Mary dropped the football there.Even if the linguist should hesitate to affirm that all their languages\ncan be traced to a common root, or present sufficient affinities for a\nclassification, the general features of the races enumerated above are\nso alike the one to the other, that, for all real ethnographic purposes,\nthey may certainly be considered as belonging to one great group.Mary went to the bedroom.John grabbed the football there.Whether nearly obliterated, as they are in most parts of Europe, or\nwhether they still retain their nationality, as in the eastern parts of\nAsia, they always appear as the earliest of races, and everywhere\npresent peculiarities of feeling and civilisation easily recognised, and\nwhich distinguish them from all the other races of mankind.John moved to the bathroom.If they do not all speak cognate languages, or if we cannot now trace\ntheir linguistic affinities, we must not too readily assume that\ntherefore they are distinct the one from the other.It must be more\nphilosophical to believe, what probably is the case, that the one\ninstrument of analysis we have hitherto used is not sufficient for the\npurpose, and we ought consequently to welcome every other process which\nwill throw further light on the subject.Mary moved to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the bathroom.RELIGION OF THE TURANIANS.Mary moved to the office.It is perhaps not too much to assert that no Turanian race ever rose to\nthe idea of a God external to the world.Daniel went back to the office.All their gods were men who had\nlived with them on the face of the earth.Sandra put down the apple.John put down the football.In the old world they were\nkings,\u2014men who had acquired fame from the extent of their power, or\ngreatness from their wisdom.Mary journeyed to the garden.The Buddhist reform taught the Turanian\nraces that virtue, not power, was true greatness, and that the humblest\nas well as the highest might attain beatitude through the practice of\npiety.All the Turanians have a distinct idea of rewards and punishments after", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "With some\nraces transmigration becomes nearly all in all; in others it is nearly\nevanescent, and Heaven and Hell take its place; but the two are\nessentially doctrines of this race.From the fact of their gods having been only ordinary mortals, and all\nmen being able to aspire to the godhead, their form of worship was\nessentially anthropic and ancestral; their temples were palaces, where\nthe gods sat on thrones and received petitions and dispensed justice as\nin life, and where men paid that homage to the image of the dead which\nthey would have paid to the living king.Daniel grabbed the milk there.They were in fact the\nidolators, _par excellence_.Daniel discarded the milk.Their tombs were even more sacred than\ntheir temples, and their reverence was more frequently directed to the\nremains of their ancestors than to the images of their gods.Hence arose\nthat reverence for relics which formed so marked a feature in their\nritual in all ages, and which still prevails among many races almost in\nthe direct ratio in which Turanian blood can be traced in their veins.John went back to the bedroom.Unable to rise above humanity in their conceptions of the deity, they\nworshipped all material things.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Trees with them in all times were\nobjects of veneration, and of especial worship in particular localities.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the office.The mysterious serpent was with them a god, and the bull in most\nTuranian countries a being to be worshipped.The sun, the moon, the\nstars, all filled niches in their Pantheon; in fact, whatever they saw\nthey believed in, whatever they could not comprehend they worshipped.Sandra picked up the milk there.They cared not to inquire beyond the evidence of their senses, and were\nincapable of abstracting their conceptions.Sandra left the milk.John went back to the garden.Daniel left the apple.To the Turanians also is due\nthat peculiar reverence for localities made celebrated by great\nhistorical events, or rendered sacred by being the scene of great\nreligious events, and hence to them must be ascribed the origin of\npilgrimages, and all their concomitant adjuncts and ceremonies.Daniel took the apple there.It is to this race also that we owe the existence of human sacrifices.Always fatalists, always and everywhere indifferent of life, and never\nfearing death, these sacrifices never were to them so terrible as they\nappear to more highly-organised races.Thus a child, a relative, or a\nfriend, was the most precious, and consequently the most acceptable\noffering a man could bring to appease the wrath or propitiate the favour\nof a god who had been human, and who was supposed to have retained all\nthe feelings of humanity for ever afterwards.Mary went to the bathroom.It is easy to trace their Tree and Serpent worship in every corner of\nthe old world from Anuradhapura in Ceylon, to Upsala in Sweden.John got the football there.Their\ntombs and tumuli exist everywhere.Their ancestral worship is the\nfoundation at theMary moved to the office.Daniel put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the garden.Most of the more salient peculiarities of this faith were softened down\nby the great Buddhist reform in the sixth century B.C., and that\nrefinement of their rude primitive belief has been adopted by most of\nthe Turanian people of the modern world, and is now almost exclusively\nthe appanage of people having Turanian blood in their veins.Even,\nhowever, through the gloss of their Buddhist refinements we can still\ndiscern most of the old forms of faith, and even its most devoted\nvotaries are yet hardly more than half converted.John went to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.The only form of government ever adopted by any people of Turanian race\nwas that of absolute despotism,\u2014with a tribe, a chief,\u2014in a kingdom, a\ndespot.2, entitled _On the Jacobinism of the English at\nSea_, was written when the English made their insolent and impolitic\nexpedition to Denmark, and is also an auxiliary to the politic of No.Daniel grabbed the apple there.I shewed it to a friend [Bonneville] who had it translated into french,\nand printed in the form of a Pamphlet, and distributed gratis among the\nforeign Ministers, and persons in the Government.Daniel dropped the apple.It was immediately\ncopied into several of the french Journals, and into the official Paper,\nthe Moniteur.John journeyed to the garden.It appeared in this paper one day before the last\ndispatch arrived from Egypt; which agreed perfectly with what I had said\nrespecting Egypt.It hit the two cases of Denmark and Egypt in the exact\nproper moment.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John went to the bedroom.3, entitled _Compact Maritime_, is the sequel of No.It is translating at the time I write this letter,\nand I am to have a meeting with the Senator Garat upon the subject.Sandra moved to the kitchen.The pieces 2 and 3 go off in manuscript to England, by a confidential\nperson, where they will be published.Daniel went back to the bathroom.\"By all the news we get from the North there appears to be something\nmeditating against England.It is now given for certain that Paul has\nembargoed all the English vessels and English property in Russia till\nsome principle be established for protecting the Rights of neutral\nNations, and securing the liberty of the Seas.Sandra went back to the hallway.The preparations in\nDenmark continue, notwithstanding the convention that she has made with\nEngland, which leaves the question with respect to the right set up by\nEngland to stop and search Neutral vessels undecided.Mary took the milk there.I send you the\nparagraphs upon the subject.John grabbed the apple there.John journeyed to the bathroom.Mary dropped the milk.John picked up the milk there.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the office.Mary took the football there.\"The tumults are great in all parts of England on account of the\nexcessive price of corn and bread, which has risen since the harvest.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bedroom.I attribute it more to the abundant increase of paper, and the\nnon-circulationMary left the football there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"I have now given you all the great articles of intelligence, for I\ntrouble not myself with little ones, and consequently not with the\nCommissioners, nor any thing they are about, nor with John Adams,\notherwise than to wish him safe home, and a better and wiser man in his\nplace.\"In the present state of circumstances and the prospects arising from\nthem, it may be proper for America to consider whether it is worth her\nwhile to enter into any treaty at this moment, or to wait the event of\nthose circumstances which, if they go on will render partial treaties\nuseless by deranging them.But if, in the mean time, she enters into\nany treaty it ought to be with a condition to the following purpose:\nReserving to herself the right of joining in an association of Nations\nfor the protection of the Rights of Neutral Commerce and the security of\nthe liberty of the Seas.\"The pieces 2, 3, may go to the press.They will make a small pamphlet\nand the printers are welcome to put my name to it.It is best it should\nbe put from thence; they will get into the newspapers.I know that the\nfaction of John Adams abuses me pretty heartily.Mary got the milk there.It\ndoes not disturb me, and they lose their labour; and in return for it I\nam doing America more service, as a neutral nation, than their expensive\nCommissioners can do, and she has that service from me for nothing.John moved to the bedroom.1 is only for your own amusement and that of your friends.\"I come now to speak confidentially to you on a private subject.Ellsworth and Davie return to America, Murray will return to\nHolland, and in that case there will be nobody in Paris but Mr.Skipwith\nthat has been in the habit of transacting business with the french\nGovernment since the revolution began.He is on a good standing with\nthem, and if the chance of the day should place you in the presidency\nyou cannot do better than appoint him for any purpose you may have\noccasion for in France.He is an honest man and will do his country\nJustice, and that with civility and good manners to the government he\nis commissioned to act with; a faculty which that Northern Bear Timothy\nPickering wanted, and which the Bear of that Bear, John Adams, never\npossessed.Murray, otherwise than of his unfriendliness to\nevery American who is not of his faction, but I am sure that Joel Barlow\nis a much fitter man to be in Holland than Mr.Sandra went back to the kitchen.It is upon\nthe fitness of the man to the place that I speak, for I have not\ncommunicated a thought upon the subject to Barlow, neither does he\nknow, at the time of my writing this (for he is at Havre), that I have\nintention to do it.\"I will now, by way of relief, amuse you with some account of the\nprogress of Iron Bridges.Burke's attack\nupon it, drew me off from any pontifical Works.Since my coming from\nEngland in '92, an Iron Bridge of a single arch 236 feet span versed\nsine 34 feet, has been cast atMary travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The two members in Parliament for the County,\nMr.Milbank, were the principal subscribers; but the\ndirection was committed to Mr.A very sincere friend of mine,\nSir Robert Smyth, who lives in france, and whom Mr.[_Taking them in her apron with pride._] Thank 'em kindly.We receive on Toosdays, at the side gate.[_Kissing her cheek._\n\nHANNAH.Sandra got the milk there.When you was Miss Hevans there wasn't these social barriers,\n'Annah!Noah's jealous of the very apron-strings what go round my\nwaist.I'm not so free and 'andy with my kisses now, I can tell you.Topping isn't indoors\nnow, surely![_Nodding her head._] Um--um!Why, he took a man up last night!Why, I thought that when hany harrest was made in St.Marvells, the\nprisoner was lodged here honly for the night and that the 'ead\nConstable 'ad to drive 'im over to Durnstone Police Station the first\nthing in the morning.That's the rule, but Noah's behindhand to-day, and ain't going into\nDurnstone till after dinner.And where is the hapartment in question?The \"Strong-box\" they call it in St.[_Whimpering to himself._] And 'im\naccustomed to his shavin' water at h'eight and my kindly hand to\nbutton his gaiters.'Annah, 'Annah, my dear, it's this very prisoner what I 'ave called on\nyou respectin'.John grabbed the apple there.John journeyed to the bathroom.Oh, then the honor ain't a compliment to me, after all, Mr.I'm killing two birds with one stone, my dear.[_Throwing the cards into BLORE'S hat._] You can take them back to the\nDeanery with Mrs.[_Shaking the cards out of his hat and replacing them in his\npocket-book._] I will leave them hon you again to-morrow, 'Annah.But,\n'Annah deary, do you know that this hunfortunate man was took in our\nstables last night.John discarded the apple.John journeyed to the garden.No, I never ask Noah nothing about Queen's business.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the garden.He don't want\n_two_ women over him!Then you 'aven't seen the miserable culprit?I was in bed hours when Noah brought 'im 'ome.They tell us it's only a wretched poacher or a\npetty larcery we'll get in St.My poor Noah ain't never\nlikely to have the chance of a horrid murder in a place what returns a\nConservative.[_Kneeling to look into the oven._\n\nBLORE.Sandra left the milk there.John grabbed the milk there.But, 'Annah, suppose this case you've got 'old of now is a case\nwhat'll shake old England to its basis!John went back to the kitchen.Suppose it means columns in\nthe paper with Topping's name a-figurin'", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Suppose as family readin',\nit 'old its own with divorce cases!You know something about this arrest, you do!I merely wish to encourage\nyou, 'Annah; to implant an 'ope that crime may brighten your wedded\nlife.[_Sitting at the table and referring to an official book._] The man\nwas found trespassing in the Deanery Stables with intent--refuses to\ngive his name or any account of 'isself.[_To himself._] If I could honly find hout whether Dandy Dick had any\nof the medicine it would so guide me at the Races.Daniel went to the bathroom.It\ndoesn't appear that the 'orse in the stables--took it, does it?[_Looking up sharply._] Took what?You're sure there's no confession of any sort, 'Annah\ndear?[_As he is bending over HANNAH, NOAH TOPPING appears.Mary took the milk there.NOAH is a\ndense-looking ugly countryman, with red hair, a bristling heard, and a\nvindictive leer.Sandra travelled to the garden.He is dressed in ill-fitting clothes, as a rural\nPolice Constable._\n\nNOAH.[_Fiercely._] 'Annah!John journeyed to the garden.[_Starting and replacing the book._] Oh don't!Blore from\nthe Deanery come to see us--an old friend o' mine![_BLORE advances to NOAH with a nervous smile, extending his hand._\n\nNOAH.[_Taking BLORE'S hand and holding it firmly._] A friend of hern is a\nfriend o' mian!She's gettin' me a lot o' nice noo friends this week, since we coom to\nSt.Of course, dear 'Annah was a lovin' favorite with heverybody.Well then, as her friends be mian, I'm takin' the liberty, one by\none, of gradually droppin' on 'em all.[_Getting his hand away._] Dear me!And if I catch any old fly a buzzin' round my lady I'll venture to\nbreak his 'ead in wi' my staff![_Preparing to depart._] I--I merely called to know if hanything had\nbeen found hout about the ruffian took in our stables last night!He's the De-an, ain't he?[_Fiercely._] Shut oop, darlin'.Topping's\nrespects to the Dean, and say I'll run up to the Deanery and see him\nafter I've took my man over to Durnstone.Thank you--I 'ope the Dean will be at 'ome.[_Offering his hand, into which NOAH significantly places his\ntruncheon.BLORE goes out quickly._\n\nHANNAH.[_Whimpering._] Oh, Noah, Noah, I don't believe as we shall ever get a\nlarge circle of friends round us![_Selecting a pair of handcuffs and examining them\ncritically._] Them'll do.[_Slipping them into his pocket, and turning\nupon HANNAJohn grabbed the football there.John put down the football there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Yes, Noahry----\n\nNOAH.Brighten oop, my darlin', the little time you 'ave me at 'ome with\nyou.Mary picked up the apple there.[_She bustles about and begins to lay the cloth._\n\nNOAH.Mary dropped the apple.I'm just a' goin' round to the stable to put old Nick in the cart.Daniel went back to the garden.Oh, dont'ee trust to Nick, Noah dear--he's such a vicious brute.Nick can take me on to the edge o' the hill in half\nthe time.Mary journeyed to the office.Ah, what d'ye think I've put off taking my man to Durnstone to now\nfor?Why, I'm a goin' to get a glimpse of the racin', on my way over.[_Opening the wicket in the cell door and looking in._] There he is!For\ntwo years the depression continued, and so acute were its results that\nhundreds of respectable miners and business men, who had been accustomed\nto live in luxury, became bankrupt, and were obliged to beg for their\nfood.Those who were able to do so sold their interests in the city and\nleft the country, while hundreds of others would have been happy to\nleave had they been able to secure passage to their native countries.John got the football there.During the last year the effects of the raid have been disappearing and\nthe commercial interests of the Randt have been improving, but the\npolitical atmosphere has been kept vibrating at a continuous loss to the\nindustries that are represented in the country.Mary went back to the kitchen.All South Africa was\nsimilarly affected by the depression, which naturally cut off the\nrevenue from the gold fields and that derived from passengers and\nfreight coming into the country from foreign shores.To add to the\ngeneral dismay, the entire country was scourged with the rinderpest, a\ndisease which killed more than a million and a half cattle; clouds of\nlocusts, that destroyed all vegetation and made life miserable; and a\nlong drought.After the scourges had passed, and the political atmosphere had become\nsomewhat clarified, the industries of Johannesburg and the Randt\nreturned to their normal condition, and the development of the natural\nresources of the territory was resumed.Many of those persons who\ndeserted the city during its period of depression returned with renewed\nenergy, and those who had successfully combated the storm joined with\nthe newcomers in welcoming the return of prosperous times.Daniel picked up the milk there.John travelled to the bedroom.Confidence\nwas restored among the European capitalists, and money was again freely\ninvested and trade relations firmly re-established.John moved to the hallway.Johannesburg after the Jameson raid was a distressing scene; the\nJohannesburg of to-day is a wondrous testimonial to the energy and\nprogress of mankind.If there were no other remarkable features to mark the last decade of\nthe twentieth century, the marvellous city which has been built near the\nheart of the Dark Continent would alone be a fitting monument to the\nenterprise and achievements of the white race during that period of\ntime.John discarded the football.CHAPTER IV", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "It originated when the British forces took possession of the\nCape of Good Hope, and it has continued with unabated vigour ever since.Recently the chief writers of fiction have been prominent Englishmen,\nwho, on hunting expeditions or rapid tours through the country, saw the\nobject of their venom from car windows or in the less favourable\nenvironments of a trackless veldt.In earlier days the outside world gleaned its knowledge of the Boers\nfrom certain British statesmen, who, by grace of Downing Street,\ncontrolled the country's colonial policy, and consequently felt obliged\nto conjure up weird descriptions of their far-distant subjects in order\nto make the application of certain harsh policies appear more applicable\nand necessary.John took the football there.Missionaries to South Africa, traders, and, not least of\nall, speculators, all found it convenient to traduce the Boers to the\npeople in England, and the object in almost every case was the\nattainment of some personal end.John put down the football.Had there been any variety in the\ncomplaints, there might have been reason to suppose they were\njustifiable, but the similarity of the reports led to the conclusion\nthat the British in South Africa were conducting the campaign of\nmisrepresentation for the single purpose of arousing the enmity of the\nhome people against the Boers.Daniel moved to the bathroom.The unbiased reports were generally of\nsuch a nature that they were drowned by the roar of the malicious ones,\nand, instead of creating a better popular opinion of the race, only\nassisted in stirring the opposition to greater flights of fancy.Mary went back to the garden.American interests in South Africa having been so infinitesimal until\nthe last decade, our own knowledge of the country and its people\nnaturally was of the same proportions.Daniel journeyed to the office.Mary journeyed to the hallway.When Americans learned anything\nconcerning South Africa or the Boers it came by way of London, which had\nvaster interests in the country, and should have been able to give exact\ninformation.John moved to the bathroom.John travelled to the bedroom.John got the football there.But, like other colonial information, it was discoloured\nwith London additions, and the result was that American views of the\nBoers tallied with those of the Englishman.Sandra moved to the office.Among the more prominent Englishmen who have recently studied the Boers\nfrom a car window, and have given the world the benefit of their\nopinions, is a man who has declared that the Boer blocked the way in\nSouth Africa, and must go.John grabbed the milk there.John left the football.Among other declarations with which this\nusually well-informed writer has taken up the cudgel in behalf of his\nfriend Mr.Rhodes, he has called the Boers \"utterly detestable,\" \"guilty\nof indecencies and family immorality,\" and even so \"benighted and\nuncivilized\" as to preclude the possibility of writing about them.John put down the milk.All\nthis he is reported to have said about a race that has been lauded\nbeyond measure by theMary went back to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The real cause of it all is found in the Boers'\ndisposition to carry their own burdens, and their disinclination to\nallow England to be their keeper.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Their opinions of justice and right\nwere formed years ago in Cape Colony, and so long as their fighting\nability has not been proved in a negative manner, so long will the Boers\nbe reviled by the covetous Englishmen of South Africa and their friends.The Boer of to-day is a man who loves solitude above all things.John took the milk there.Sandra moved to the hallway.He and\nhis ancestors have enjoyed that chief product of South Africa for so\nmany generations that it is his greatest delight to be alone.Sandra grabbed the football there.The\nnomadic spirit of the early settler courses in his veins, and will not\nbe eradicated though cities be built up all around him and railroads hem\nhim in on all sides.He loves to be out on the veldt, where nothing but the tall grass\nobstructs his view of the horizon, and his happiness is complete when,\ngun in hand, he can stalk the buck or raise the covey on soil never\nupturned by the share of a plough.I will therefore\nquote the general order in question for the information of young\nsoldiers.HEADQUARTERS, LA MARTINIERE, LUCKNOW, _23rd\n      November, 1857_.Daniel went back to the bedroom.The Commander-in-Chief has reason to be thankful to the\n      force he conducted for the relief of the garrison of\n      Lucknow.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Hastily assembled, fatigued by forced marches, but\n      animated by a common feeling of determination to accomplish\n      the duty before them, all ranks of this force have\n      compensated for their small number, in the execution of a\n      most difficult duty, by unceasing exertions.From the morning of the 16th till last night the whole\n      force has been one outlying piquet, never out of fire, and\n      covering an immense extent of ground, to permit the garrison\n      to retire scatheless and in safety covered by the whole of\n      the relieving force.Sandra put down the football.That ground was won by fighting as hard as it ever fell\n      to the lot of the Commander-in-Chief to witness, it being\n      necessary to bring up the same men over and over again to\n      fresh attacks; and it is with the greatest gratification\n      that his Excellency declares he never saw men behave better.John moved to the bedroom.The storming of the Secundrabagh and the Shah Nujeef has\n      never been surpassed in daring, and the success of it was\n      most brilliant and complete.The movement of retreat of last night, by which the final\n      rescue of the garrison was effected, was a model of", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel discarded the football.John got the football there.The consequence was that the enemy\n      was completely deceived, and the force retired by a narrow,\n      tortuous lane, the only line of retreat open, in the face of\n      50,000 enemies, without molestation.The Commander-in-Chief offers his sincere thanks to\n      Major-General Sir James Outram, G.C.B., for the happy manner\n      in which he planned and carried out his arrangements for the\n      evacuation of the Residency of Lucknow.Mary went back to the hallway.By order of his Excellency the Commander-in-Chief,\n                                   W. MAYHEW, _Major_,\n                        _Deputy Adjutant-General of the Army_.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Thus were achieved the relief and evacuation of the Residency of\nLucknow.John dropped the football there.Sandra took the apple there.[26] The enemy did not discover that the Residency was deserted\ntill noon on the 23rd, and about the time the above general order was\nbeing read to us they fired a salute of one hundred and one guns, but\ndid not attempt to follow us or to cut off our retreat.That night we\nbivouacked in the Dilkoosha park, and retired on the Alumbagh on the\n25th, the day on which the brave and gallant Havelock died.Daniel journeyed to the office.But that is\na well-known part of the history of the relief of Lucknow, and I will\nturn to other matters.Mary took the football there.Mary dropped the football there.FOOTNOTES:\n\n[25] It may be necessary to remind civilians that the rifles of 1857\nwere muzzle-loading.Mary went to the bedroom.[26] It must always be recollected that this was the _second_ relief of\nLucknow.John grabbed the football there.John moved to the bathroom.The first was effected by the force under Havelock and Outram\non the 25th September, 1857, and was in fact more of a reinforcement\nthan a relief.CHAPTER VII\n\nBAGPIPES AT LUCKNOW--A BEWILDERED BABOO--THE FORCED MARCH TO\nCAWNPORE--OPIUM--WYNDHAM'S MISTAKE\n\n\nSince commencing these reminiscences, and more particularly during my\nlate visit to Lucknow and Cawnpore, I have been asked by several people\nabout the truth of the story of the Scotch girl and the bagpipes at\nLucknow, and in reply to all such inquiries I can only make the\nfollowing answer.About the time of the anniversary dinner in celebration of the relief of\nLucknow, in September, 1891, some writers in the English papers went so\nMary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "But\nI may first mention that on my late visit to Lucknow a friend showed me\na copy of the original edition of _A Personal Narrative of the Siege of\nLucknow_, by L. E. R. Rees, one of the surviving defenders, which I had\nnever before seen, and on page 224 the following statement is given\nregarding the entry of Havelock's force.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.After describing the prevailing\nexcitement the writer goes on to say: \"The shrill tones of the\nHighlanders' bagpipes now pierced our ears; not the most beautiful music\nwas ever more welcome or more joy-bringing,\" and so on.John moved to the bathroom.Further on, on\npage 226: \"The enemy found some of us dancing to the sounds of the\nHighlanders' pipes.Sandra picked up the apple there.John grabbed the milk there.John put down the milk there.The remembrance of that happy evening will never be\neffaced from my memory.\"Sandra moved to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.John journeyed to the office.While yet again, on page 237, he gives the\nstory related by me below about the Highland piper putting some of the\nenemy's cavalry to flight by a blast from his pipes.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra discarded the milk.So much in proof of\nthe fact that the Seventy-Eighth Highlanders had their bagpipes with\nthem, and played them too, at the first relief of Lucknow.I must now devote a few remarks to the incident of Jessie Brown, which\nGrace Campbell has immortalised in the song known as _Jessie's Dream_.In the _Indian Empire_, by R. Montgomery Martin, vol.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.page 470,\nafter denying that this story had its origin in Lucknow, the author\ngives the following foot-note: \"It was originally a little romance,\nwritten by a French governess at Jersey for the use of her pupils; which\nfound its way into a Paris paper, thence to the _Jersey Times_, thence\nto the London _Times_, December 12th, 1857, and afterwards appeared in\nnearly all the journals of the United Kingdom.\"Sandra journeyed to the garden.With regard to this\nremark, I am positive that I heard the story in Lucknow in November,\n1857, at the same time as I heard the story about the piper frightening\nthe enemy's _sowars_ with his bagpipes; and it appears a rather\nfar-fetched theory about a French governess inventing the story in\nJersey.What was the name of this governess, and, above all, why go for\nits origin to such an out-of-the-way place as Jersey?it is not Carthage which is barbarous;\n 'Tis Rome, ungrateful Rome, is the barbarian;\n Carthage but punishes a foe profess'd,\n But Rome betrays her hero and her father:\n Carthage remembers how he slew her sons,\n But Rome forgets the blood he shed for _Sandra dropped the apple.Daniel went to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the garden.John journeyed to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Which now is the barbarian, Rome or Carthage?John grabbed the milk there._At._                   A woman shall inform you.John left the milk.Convene the senate; let them strait propose\n A ransom, or exchange for Regulus,\n To Africa's ambassador.Do this,\n And heaven's best blessings crown your days with peace._Man._ Thou speakest like a _daughter_, I, Attilia,\n Must as a _Consul_ act; I must consult\n The good of Rome, and with her good, her glory.Would it not tarnish her unspotted fame,\n To sue to Carthage on the terms thou wishest?rather own thou'rt still my father's foe.no fault of mine concurr'd\n To his destruction.ere this the senate is assembled----\n My presence is requir'd.----Speak to the fathers,\n And try to soften _their_ austerity;\n _My_ rigour they may render vain, for know,\n I am Rome's _Consul_, not her _King_, Attilia.[_Exit_ MANLIUS _with the lictors, &c._\n\n _At._ (_alone._)\n This flattering hope, alas!One Consul is our foe, the other absent.my unhappy father, on what hazards,\n What strange vicissitudes, what various turns,\n Thy life, thy liberty, thy all depends!_Enter_ BARCE (_in haste_)._Barce._ Ah, my Attilia!_At._                     Whence this eager haste?_Barce._ Th' ambassador of Carthage is arriv'd._At._ And why does _that_ excite such wondrous transport?Sandra took the milk there._Barce._ I bring another cause of greater still._At._ Name it, my Barce._Barce._                    _Regulus_ comes with him._Barce._                    Thy father----Regulus._At._ Thou art deceiv'd, or thou deceiv'st thy friend._Barce._ Indeed I saw him not, but every tongue\n Speaks the glad tidings._At._                     See where Publius comes._Pub._ My sister, I'm transported!Oh, Attilia,\n He's here, our father----Regulus is come!_At._ I thank you, gods: O my full heart!Hasten, my brother, lead, O lead me to him._Pub._ It is too soon: restrain thy fond impatience.With Africa's ambassador he waits,\n Until th' assembled senate give him audience.Sandra moved to the kitchen._At._ Where was he Publius when thou saw'st him first?_Pub._ You know, in quality of Roman quaestor,\n My duty 'tis to find a fit abode\n For", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Hearing the Carthaginian was arriv'd,\n I hasten'd to the port, when, O just gods!Sandra picked up the football there.No foreigner, no foe, no African\n Salutes my eye, but Regulus----my father!tell me, tell me all,\n And ease my anxious breast._Pub._                         Ere I arriv'd,\n My father stood already on the shore,\n Fixing his eyes with anxious eagerness,\n As straining to descry the Capitol.I saw, and flew with transport to embrace him,\n Pronounc'd with wildest joy the name of father--\n With reverence seiz'd his venerable hand,\n And would have kiss'd it; when the awful hero,\n With that stern grandeur which made Carthage tremble,\n Drew back--stood all collected in himself,\n And said austerely, Know, thou rash young man,\n That _slaves_ in _Rome_ have not the rights of _fathers_.Then ask'd, if yet the senate was assembled,\n And where?which having heard, without indulging\n The fond effusions of his soul, or mine,\n He suddenly retir'd.Mary dropped the milk there.Sandra went back to the hallway.I flew with speed\n To find the Consul, but as yet success\n Attends not my pursuit.Sandra discarded the football._Barce._ Publius, you'll find him in Bellona's temple._At._ Then Regulus returns to Rome a slave!John journeyed to the kitchen._Pub._ Yes, but be comforted; I know he brings\n Proposals for a peace; his will's his fate._At._ Rome may, perhaps, refuse to treat of peace._Pub._ Didst thou behold the universal joy\n At his return, thou wouldst not doubt success.Sandra took the football there.There's not a tongue in Rome but, wild with transport,\n Proclaims aloud that Regulus is come;\n The streets are filled with thronging multitudes,\n Pressing with eager gaze to catch a look.The happy man who can descry him first,\n Points him to his next neighbour, he to his;\n Then what a thunder of applause goes round;\n What music to the ear of filial love!not a Roman eye was seen,\n But shed pure tears of exquisite delight.Sandra left the football.Judge of my feelings by thy own, my sister.Sandra went to the kitchen.By the large measure of thy fond affection,\n Judge mine.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.find him out;\n My joy is incomplete till he partakes it.Sandra went back to the garden.When doubts and fears have rent my anxious heart,\n In all my woes he kindly bore a part:\n Felt all my sorrows with a soul sincere,\n Sigh'd as I sigh'd, and number'd tear for tear:\n Now favouring heav'n my ardent vows has blest,\n He shall divide the transports of my breast._Barce._", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Know'st thou the name of Africa's ambassador?_Barce._           Son of Hanno?_Pub._                            Yes!Hamilcar!--How shall I support it!Sandra moved to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.John moved to the garden.[_Aside._\n\n _Pub._ Ah, charming maid!the blood forsakes thy cheek:\n Is he the rival of thy Publius?speak,\n And tell me all the rigour of my fate.John moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen._Barce._ Hear me, my Lord.Since I have been thy slave,\n Thy goodness, and the friendship of Attilia,\n Have soften'd all the horrors of my fate.As the hours passed one fearful\nattack followed another, each side in turn pressing forward and again\nreceding.John went to the garden.Mary put down the apple there.In the afternoon a large part of the Union army made a\ndesperate onslaught on the Confederate left under Jackson.Here for some\ntime the slaughter of men was fearful.Jackson saw\nthat his lines were wavering.Mary picked up the apple there.He called for reenforcements which did not\ncome and it seemed as if the Federals were about to win a signal victory.Far away on a little hill at the Confederate right\nLongstreet placed four batteries in such a position that he could enfilade\nthe Federal columns.Mary moved to the hallway.Quickly he trained his cannon on the Federal lines\nthat were hammering away at Jackson, and opened fire.Ghastly gaps were\nsoon cut in the Federal ranks and they fell back.Daniel journeyed to the office.But they re-formed and\ncame again and still again, each time only to be mercilessly cut down by\nLongstreet's artillery.John journeyed to the bedroom.At length Longstreet's whole line rushed forward,\nand with the coming of darkness, the whole Union front began to waver.General Lee, seeing this, ordered the Confederates in all parts of the\nfield to advance.It was now dark\nand there was little more fighting; but Lee captured several thousand\nprisoners.Pope retreated across Bull Run with the remnant of his army and\nby morning was ensconced behind the field-works at Centreville.John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary discarded the apple there.There was no mistaking the fact that General Pope had lost the battle and\nthe campaign.Mary took the apple there.He decided to lead his army back to the entrenchments of\nWashington.After spending a day behind the embankments at Centreville,\nthe retreat was begun.Lee's troops with Jackson in the advance pursued\nand struck a portion of the retreating army at Chantilly.It was late in the afternoon of September 1st.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.The rain, accompanied by\nvivid lightning and terrific crashes of thunder, was falling in torrents\nas Stuart's horsemen, sent in advance, were driven back by the Federal\ninfantry.Jackson now pushed two of A. P. Hill's brigades forward to\nasc", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "General Reno was protecting\nPope's right flank, and he lost no time in proceeding against Hill.The\nlatter was promptly checked, and both forces took position for battle.One side and then the other fell back in turn as lines were re-formed and\nurged forward.John grabbed the apple there.Night fell and the tempest's fury increased.The ammunition\nof both armies was so wet that much of it could not be used.John journeyed to the office.Try as they\nwould the Confederates were unable to break the Union line and the two\narmies finally withdrew.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra took the milk there.The Confederates suffered a loss of five hundred\nmen in their unsuccessful attempt to demoralize Pope in his retreat, and\nthe Federals more than a thousand, including Generals Stevens and Kearny.Sandra discarded the milk.General Kearny might have been saved but for his reckless bravery.John picked up the milk there.He was\nrounding up the retreat of his men in the darkness of the night when he\nchanced to come within the Confederate lines.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Called on to surrender, he\nlay flat on his horse's back, sank his spurs into its sides, and attempted\nto escape.Daniel went to the garden.Half a dozen muskets were leveled and fired at the fleeing\ngeneral.Within thirty yards he rolled from his horse's back dead.The consternation in Washington and throughout the North when Pope's\ndefeated army reached Arlington Heights can better be imagined than\ndescribed.General Pope, who bore the brunt of public indignation, begged\nto be relieved of the command.The President complied with his wishes and\nthe disorganized remnants of the Army of Virginia and the Army of the\nPotomac were handed to the \"Little Napoleon\" of Peninsula fame, George B.\nMcClellan.Daniel grabbed the football there.Sandra went to the bathroom.The South was overjoyed with its victory--twice it had unfurled its banner\nin triumph on the battlefield at Manassas by the remarkable strategy of\nits generals and the courage of its warriors on the firing-line.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Twice it\nhad stood literally on the road that led to the capital of the Republic,\nonly by some strange destiny of war to fail to enter its precincts on the\nwave of victory.John moved to the garden.[Illustration: THE UNHEEDED WARNING\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.Here we see Catlett's Station, on the Orange & Alexandria Railroad, which\nStuart's cavalry seized in a night sortie on August 22, 1862.Stuart was unable to burn the loaded wagon-trains\nsurrounding the station and had to content himself with capturing horses,\nwhich he mounted with wounded Federal soldiers; he escaped at four the\nnext morning, driven off by the approach of a superior force.Pope, at the\ntime, was in possession of the fords of the Rappahannock, trying to check\nthe Confederate advance toward the Shenandoah.Stuart's raid, however, so\nalarmed General Halleck that he immediately telegraphed Pope from\nWashington: \"By no means expose your railroad communication with\nAlexand", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "It is of the utmost importance in sending your supplies and\nreinforcements.\"Pope did not fall back upon his railroad communication,\nhowever, until after Jackson had seized Manassas Junction.[Illustration: CATLETT'S STATION]\n\nAt Manassas Junction, as it appeared in the upper picture on August 26,\n1862, is one of the great neglected strategic points in the theater of the\nwar.Daniel took the milk there.John journeyed to the garden.Daniel went back to the hallway.Twenty-five miles from Alexandria and thirty miles in a direct line\nfrom Washington, it was almost within long cannon-shot from any point in\nboth the luckless battles of Bull Run.It was on the railway route\nconnecting with Richmond, and at the junction of the railway running\nacross the entrance to the Shenandoah Valley and beyond the Blue Ridge,\nthrough Manassas Gap.The Confederates knew its value, and after the first\nbattle of Bull Run built the fortifications which we see in the upper\npicture, to the left beyond the supply-cars on the railroad.But if every\nhouse in Fleet Street or Chancery Lane were Gothic, and all had early\nEnglish capitals, I would answer for his making peace with me in a\nfortnight.Whose they are, is of little consequence to the reader or to me, and I\nhave taken no pains to discover; their value being not in any evidence\nthey bear respecting dates, but in their intrinsic merit as examples of\ncomposition.Two of them are within the gate, one on the top of it, and\nthis latter is on the whole the best, though all are beautiful; uniting\nthe intense northern energy in their figure sculpture with the most\nserene classical restraint in their outlines, and unaffected, but\nmasculine simplicity of construction.I have not put letters to the diagram of the lateral arch at page 154,\nin order not to interfere with the clearness of the curves, but I shall\nalways express the same points by the same letters, whenever I have to\ngive measures of arches of this simple kind, so that the reader need\nnever have the diagrams lettered at all.The base or span of the centre\narch will always be _a b_; its vertex will always be V; the points of\nthe cusps will be _c c_; _p p_ will be the bases of perpendiculars let\nfall from V and _c_ on _a b_; and _d_ the base of a perpendicular from\nthe point of the cusp to the arch line.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Then _a b_ will always be a span\nof the arch, V _p_ its perpendicular height, V _a_ the chord of its side\narcs, _d c_ the depth of its cusps, _c c_ the horizontal interval\nbetween the cusps, _a c_ the length of the chord of the lower arc of the\ncusp, V _c_ the length of the chord of the upper arc of the cusp,\n(whether continuous or not,) and _c p_ the length of a perpendicular\nfrom the point of the cusp on _a b_.Of course we do not want all these measures for a", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra got the milk there.V _p_ or V _a_, _a b_, and _d c_ are always essential; then either _a c_\nand V _c_ or _c c_ and _c p_: when I have my choice, I always take _a\nb_, V _p_, _d c_, _c c_, and _c p_, but _c p_ is not to be generally\nobtained so accurately as the cusp arcs.The measures of the present arch are:\n\n           Ft._a b_,    3,, 8\n  V _p_,    4,, 0\n  V _c_,    2,, 4-1/2\n  _a c_,    2,, 0-1/4\n  _d c_,    0,, 3-1/2\n\n\n                   20.John grabbed the apple there.SHAFTS OF DUCAL PALACE.The shortness of the thicker ones at the angles is induced by the\ngreater depth of the enlarged capitals: thus the 36th shaft is 10 ft.in circumference at its base, and 10,, 0-1/2[103] in\ncircumference under the fillet of its capital; but it is only 6,,\n1-3/4 high, while the minor intermediate shafts, of which the thickest\nis 7,, 8 round at the base, and 7,, 4 under capital, are yet on the\naverage 7,, 7 high.John journeyed to the bathroom.The angle shaft towards the sea (the 18th) is\nnearly of the proportions of the 36th, and there are three others, the\n15th, 24th, and 26th, which are thicker than the rest, though not so\nthick as the angle ones.The 24th and 26th have both party walls to\nbear, and I imagine the 15th must in old time have carried another,\nreaching across what is now the Sala del Gran Consiglio.John discarded the apple.They measure respectively round at the base,\n\n  The 15th, 8,, 2\n      24th, 9,, 6-1/2\n      26th, 8,, 0-1/2\n\nThe other pillars towards the sea, and those to the 27th inclusive of\nthe Piazzetta, are all seven feet round at the base, and then there is a\nmost curious and delicate crescendo of circumference to the 36th, thus:\n\n  The 28th, 7,, 3   The 33rd, 7,, 6\n      29th, 7,, 4       34th, 7,, 8\n      30th, 7,, 6       35th, 7,, 8\n      31st, 7,, 7       36th, 10,, 4-1/3", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The 29th, which is of course above\nthe 15th of the lower story, is 5,, 5 in circumference, which little\npiece of evidence will be of no small value to us by-and-by.The 35th\ncarries the angle of the palace, and is 6,, 0 round.The 47th, which\ncomes above the 24th and carries the party wall of the Sala del Gran\nConsiglio, is strengthened by a pilaster; and the 51st, which comes over\nthe 26th, is 5,, 4-1/2 round, or nearly the same as the 29th; it\ncarries the party wall of the Sala del Scrutinio; a small room\ncontaining part of St.Mark's library, coming between the two saloons;\na room which, in remembrances of the help I have received in all my\ninquiries from the kindness and intelligence of its usual occupant, I\nshall never easily distinguish otherwise than as \"Mr.\"[104]\n\nI may as well connect with these notes respecting the arcades of the\nDucal Palace, those which refer to Plate XIV., which represents one of\nits spandrils.Every spandril of the lower arcade was intended to have\nbeen occupied by an ornament resembling the one given in that plate.The\nmass of the building being of Istrian stone, a depth of about two inches\nis left within the mouldings of the arches, rough hewn, to receive the\nslabs of fine marble composing the patterns.I cannot say whether the\ndesign was ever completed, or the marbles have been since removed, but\nthere are now only two spandrils retaining their fillings, and vestiges\nof them in a third.The two complete spandrils are on the sea facade,\nabove the 3rd and 10th capitals (_vide_ method of numbering, Chap.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.I.,\npage 30); that is to say, connecting the 2nd arch with the 3rd, and the\n9th with the 10th.Sandra picked up the football there.The latter is the one given in Plate XIV.The white\nportions of it are all white marble, the dental band surrounding the\ncircle is in coarse sugary marble, which I believe to be Greek, and\nnever found in Venice to my recollection, except in work at least\nanterior to the fifteenth century.Sandra discarded the football.The shaded fields charged with the\nthree white triangles are of red Verona marble; the inner disc is green\nserpentine, and the dark pieces of the radiating leaves are grey marble.The two uppermost are 1,, 5 each\nside, and the lower 1,, 2.Mary moved to the office.The extreme diameter of the circle is 3,, 10-1/2; its field is slightly\nraised above the red marbles, as shown in the section at A, on the left.'wabbling' to 'wobbling'... they get to wobbling,...\n 'sutble' to'subtle'... Hundreds of subtle maladies...\n  'weightt' to 'weight'... for weight of 200 lbs...\n  'Recipts' to 'Receipt", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The straw- thread, drawn from\nthe silk-glands by a backward jerk of the head, is first fixed to the\nwhite network of the caterpillar and then produces adjacent warp-beams,\nso that, by mutual entanglements, the individual works are welded\ntogether and form an agglomeration in which each of the grubs has its\nown cabin.Mary picked up the apple there.For the moment, what is woven is not the real cocoon, but a\ngeneral scaffolding which will facilitate the construction of the\nseparate shells.All these frames rest upon those adjoining and, mixing\nup their threads, become a common edifice wherein each grub contrives a\nshelter for itself.Here at last the real cocoon is spun, a pretty\nlittle piece of closely-woven work.In my rearing-jars I obtain as many groups of these tiny shells as my\nfuture experiments can wish for.Three-fourths of the caterpillars have\nsupplied me with them, so ruthless has been the toll of the spring\nbirths.Mary dropped the apple.I lodge these groups, one by one, in separate glass tubes, thus\nforming a collection on which I can draw at will, while, in view of my\nexperiments, I keep under observation the whole swarm produced by one\ncaterpillar.Daniel went back to the garden.The adult Microgaster appears a fortnight later, in the middle of June.The riotous multitude is in\nthe full enjoyment of the pairing-season, for the two sexes always\nfigure among the guests of any one caterpillar.The carnival of these pigmies bewilders the observer and\nmakes his head swim.Most of the females, wishful of liberty, plunge down to the waist\nbetween the glass of the tube and the plug of cotton-wool that closes\nthe end turned to the light; but the lower halves remain free and form\na circular gallery in front of which the males hustle one another, take\none another's places and hastily operate.Each bides his turn, each\nattends to his little matters for a few moments and then makes way for\nhis rivals and goes off to start again elsewhere.The turbulent wedding\nlasts all the morning and begins afresh next day, a mighty throng of\ncouples embracing, separating and embracing once more.There is every reason to believe that, in gardens, the mated ones,\nfinding themselves in isolated couples, would keep quieter.Mary journeyed to the office.Here, in\nthe tube, things degenerate into a riot because the assembly is too\nnumerous for the narrow space.John got the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the milk there.Apparently a little food, a\nfew sugary mouthfuls extracted from the flowers.I serve up some\nprovisions in the tubes: not drops of honey, in which the puny\ncreatures would get stuck, but little strips of paper spread with that\ndainty.John travelled to the bedroom.They come to them, take their stand on them and refresh\nthemselves.With this diet,\nrenewed as the strips dry up, I can keep them in very good condition\nuntil the end of my inquisition.The colonists in my spare\nt", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The irresistible attraction of\nthe sunlight comes to my aid.If I lay one of my tubes horizontally on\nthe table, turning one end towards the full light of a sunny window,\nthe captives at once make for the brighter end and play about there for\na long while, without seeking to retreat.Mary moved to the hallway.If I turn the tube in the\nopposite direction, the crowd immediately shifts its quarters and\ncollects at the other end.With this bait, I can send it whithersoever I please.Mary went to the kitchen.We will therefore place the new receptacle, jar or test-tube, on the\ntable, pointing the closed end towards the window.At its mouth, we\nopen one of the full tubes.Mary picked up the milk there.No other precaution is needed: even though\nthe mouth leaves a large interval free, the swarm hastens into the\nlighted chamber.All that remains to be done is to close the apparatus\nbefore moving it.John went back to the bathroom.The observer is now in control of the multitude,\nwithout appreciable losses, and is able to question it at will.We will begin by asking:\n\n\"How do you manage to lodge your germs inside the caterpillar?\"Mary picked up the football there.This question and others of the same category, which ought to take\nprecedence of everything else, are generally neglected by the impaler\nof insects, who cares more for the niceties of nomenclature than for\nglorious realities.John got the apple there.He classifies his subjects, dividing them into\nregiments with barbarous labels, a work which seems to him the highest\nexpression of entomological science.Names, nothing but names: the rest\nhardly counts.Mary went to the office.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John dropped the apple there.Mary put down the football there.The persecutor of the Pieris used to be called\nMicrogaster, that is to say, little belly: to-day she is called\nApanteles, that is to say, the incomplete.Can our friend at least tell us how \"the Little Belly\" or \"the\nIncomplete\" gets into the caterpillar?Mary grabbed the football there.A book which,\njudging by its recent date, should be the faithful echo of our actual\nknowledge, informs us that the Microgaster inserts her eggs direct into\nthe caterpillar's body.John took the apple there.John went back to the hallway.It goes on to say that the parasitic vermin\ninhabit the chrysalis, whence they make their way out by perforating\nthe stout horny wrapper.Hundreds of times have I witnessed the exodus\nof the grubs ripe for weaving their cocoons; and the exit has always\nbeen made through the skin of the caterpillar and never through the\narmour of the chrysalis.Mary travelled to the kitchen.The fact that its mouth is a mere clinging\npore, deprived of any offensive weapon, would even lead me to believe\nthat the grub is incapable of perforating the chrysalid's covering.John moved to the kitchen.Mary left the milk.This proved error makes me doubt the other proposition, though logical,\nafter all, and agreeing with the methods followed by a host of", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "No matter: my faith in what I read in print is of the\nslightest; I prefer to go straight to facts.Before making a statement\nof any kind, I want to see, what I call seeing.It is a slower and more\nlaborious process; but it is certainly much safer.\"I understand, madam,\" said Jenny Dennison; \"I warrant the callant will\ndo weel eneugh, and Tib the hen-wife will tak care o' the geese for a\nword o' my mouth; and I'll tell Gibbie your leddyship will mak his peace\nwi' Lady Margaret, and we'll gie him a dollar.\"Mary grabbed the football there.John journeyed to the hallway.\"Two, if he does his errand well,\" said Edith.Mary went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.Jenny departed to rouse Goose Gibbie out of his slumbers, to which he was\nusually consigned at sundown, or shortly after, he keeping the hours of\nthe birds under his charge.During her absence, Edith took her writing\nmaterials, and prepared against her return the following letter,\nsuperscribed, For the hands of Major Bellenden of Charnwood, my much\nhonoured uncle, These: \"My dear Uncle--This will serve to inform you I am\ndesirous to know how your gout is, as we did not see you at the\nwappen-schaw, which made both my grandmother and myself very uneasy.And\nif it will permit you to travel, we shall be happy to see you at our poor\nhouse to-morrow at the hour of breakfast, as Colonel Grahame of\nClaverhouse is to pass this way on his march, and we would willingly have\nyour assistance to receive and entertain a military man of such\ndistinction, who, probably, will not be much delighted with the company\nof women.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Mary discarded the football.Also, my dear uncle, I pray you to let Mrs Carefor't, your\nhousekeeper, send me my double-trimmed paduasoy with the hanging sleeves,\nwhich she will find in the third drawer of the walnut press in the green\nroom, which you are so kind as to call mine.Mary went to the bedroom.Also, my dear uncle, I pray\nyou to send me the second volume of the Grand Cyrus, as I have only read\nas far as the imprisonment of Philidaspes upon the seven hundredth and\nthirty-third page; but, above all, I entreat you to come to us to-morrow\nbefore eight of the clock, which, as your pacing nag is so good, you may\nwell do without rising before your usual hour.So, praying to God to\npreserve your health, I rest your dutiful and loving niece,\n\n\"Edith Bellenden.Sandra went back to the hallway.A party of soldiers have last night brought your friend,\nyoung Mr Henry Morton of Milnwood, hither as a prisoner.I conclude you\nwill be sorry for the young gentleman, and, therefore, let you know this,\nin case you may think of speaking to Colonel Grah", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John got the football there.I\nhave not mentioned his name to my grandmother, knowing her prejudice\nagainst the family.\"John left the football.Daniel went back to the bathroom.This epistle being duly sealed and delivered to Jenny, that faithful\nconfidant hastened to put the same in the charge of Goose Gibbie, whom\nshe found in readiness to start from the castle.She then gave him\nvarious instructions touching the road, which she apprehended he was\nlikely to mistake, not having travelled it above five or six times, and\npossessing only the same slender proportion of memory as of judgment.Lastly, she smuggled him out of the garrison through the pantry window\ninto the branchy yew-tree which grew close beside it, and had the\nsatisfaction to see him reach the bottom in safety, and take the right\nturn at the commencement of his journey.She then returned to persuade\nher young mistress to go to bed, and to lull her to rest, if possible,\nwith assurances of Gibbie's success in his embassy, only qualified by a\npassing regret that the trusty Cuddie, with whom the commission might\nhave been more safely reposed, was no longer within reach of serving her.Mary went back to the bathroom.More fortunate as a messenger than as a cavalier, it was Gibbie's good\nhap rather than his good management, which, after he had gone astray not\noftener than nine times, and given his garments a taste of the variation\nof each bog, brook, and slough, between Tillietudlem and Charnwood,\nplaced him about daybreak before the gate of Major Bellenden's mansion,\nhaving completed a walk of ten miles (for the bittock, as usual, amounted\nto four) in little more than the same number of hours.Sandra travelled to the office.At last comes the troop, by the word of command\n               Drawn up in our court, where the Captain cries,\n               Stand!Swift\n\nMajor Bellenden's ancient valet, Gideon Pike as he adjusted his master's\nclothes by his bedside, preparatory to the worthy veteran's toilet,\nacquainted him, as an apology for disturbing him an hour earlier than his\nusual time of rising, that there was an express from Tillietudlem.said the old gentleman, rising hastily in his bed,\nand sitting bolt upright,--\"Open the shutters, Pike--I hope my\nsister-in-law is well--furl up the bed-curtain.--What have we all here?\"Daniel got the apple there.why, she knows I have not had a\nfit since Candlemas.--The wappen-schaw?I told her a month since I was\nnot to be there.--Paduasoy and hanging sleeves?John got the football there.John left the football.why, hang the gipsy\nherself!--Grand Cyrus and Philipdastus?--Philip Devil!--is the wench gone\ncrazy all at once?Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John moved to the bathroom.was it worth while to send an express and wake me\nat five in", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary got the apple there.he exclaimed on perusing it,--\"Pike, saddle\nold Kilsythe instantly, and another horse for yourself.\"\"I hope nae ill news frae the Tower, sir?\"Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.said Pike, astonished at his\nmaster's sudden emotion.\"Yes--no--yes--that is, I must meet Claverhouse there on some express\nbusiness; so boot and saddle, Pike, as fast as you can.--O, Lord!Mary moved to the office.what\ntimes are these!--the poor lad--my old cronie's son!--and the silly wench\nsticks it into her postscriptum, as she calls it, at the tail of all this\ntrumpery about old gowns and new romances!\"John went back to the hallway.In a few minutes the good old officer was fully equipped; and having\nmounted upon his arm-gaunt charger as soberly as Mark Antony himself\ncould have done, he paced forth his way to the Tower of Tillietudlem.On the road he formed the prudent resolution to say nothing to the old\nlady (whose dislike to presbyterians of all kinds he knew to be\ninveterate) of the quality and rank of the prisoner detained within her\nwalls, but to try his own influence with Claverhouse to obtain Morton's\nliberation.Sandra travelled to the hallway.\"Being so loyal as he is, he must do something for so old a cavalier as I\nam,\" said the veteran to himself; \"and if he is so good a soldier as the\nworld speaks of, why, he will be glad to serve an old soldier's son.John journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra went to the kitchen.Moore to read over all the bills as is the manner, and all\nended very well.Sandra got the milk there.So that I see the Lyon is not so fierce as he is\npainted.Eschar (who all this afternoon had been\nwaiting at the Privy Seal for the Warrant for L5,000 for my Lord of\nSandwich's preparation for Portugal) and I took some wine with us and went\nto visit la belle Pierce, who we find very big with child, and a pretty\nlady, one Mrs.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Clifford, with her, where we staid and were extraordinary\nmerry.From thence I took coach to my father's, where I found him come\nhome this day from Brampton (as I expected) very well, and after some\ndiscourse about business and it being very late I took coach again home,\nwhere I hear by my wife that Mrs.Hater is not yet delivered, but\ncontinues in her pains.Mary moved to the kitchen.This morning came the maid that my wife hath lately hired for a\nchamber maid.Mary dropped the apple there.She is very ugly, so that I cannot care for her, but\notherwise she seems very good.But however she do come about three weeks\nhence, when my wife comes back from Brampton, if she go with my father.By\nand by came my father to my house, andSandra put down the milk.John went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.John took the football there.John discarded the football.Having done with him I went to my\nLady's and dined with her, and after dinner took the two young gentlemen\nand the two ladies and carried them and Captain Ferrers to the Theatre,\nand shewed them \"The merry Devill of Edmunton,\" which is a very merry\nplay, the first time I ever saw it, which pleased me well.And that being\ndone I took them all home by coach to my house and there gave them fruit\nto eat and wine.John travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the office.So by water home with them, and so home myself.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.To our own church in the forenoon, and in the\nafternoon to Clerkenwell Church, only to see the two\n\n     [A comedy acted at the Globe, and first printed in 1608.In the\n     original entry in the Stationers' books it is said to be by T. B.,\n     which may stand for Tony or Anthony Brewer.The play has been\n     attributed without authority both to Shakespeare and to Drayton.]John travelled to the kitchen.fayre Botelers;--[Mrs.Mary travelled to the garden.Mary dropped the milk.John went back to the garden.--and I happened to\nbe placed in the pew where they afterwards came to sit, but the pew by\ntheir coming being too full, I went out into the next, and there sat, and\nhad my full view of them both, but I am out of conceit now with them,\nColonel Dillon being come back from Ireland again, and do still court\nthem, and comes to church with them, which makes me think they are not\nhonest.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra put down the milk.Hence to Graye's-Inn walks, and there staid a good while; where I\nmet with Ned Pickering, who told me what a great match of hunting of a\nstagg the King had yesterday; and how the King tired all their horses, and\ncome home with not above two or three able to keep pace with him.Mary went back to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the bedroom.John got the milk there.So to\nmy father's, and there supped, and so home.Daniel went back to the office.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the apple there.John left the milk.Daniel discarded the apple.At home in the afternoon, and had\nnotice that my Lord Hinchingbroke is fallen ill, which I fear is with the\nfruit that I did give them on Saturday last at my house: so in the evening\nI went thither and there found him very ill, and in great fear of the\nsmallpox.John picked up the milk there.I supped with my Lady, and did consult about him, but we find\nit best to let him lie where he do; and so I went home with my heart full\nofDaniel went to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the bathroom.I dined to-day with my Lord Crew, who is now at Sir H. Wright's,\nwhile his new house is making fit for him, and he is much troubled also at\nthese things.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel went back to the garden.To the Privy Seal in the morning, then to the Wardrobe to dinner,\nwhere I met my wife, and found my young Lord very ill.Daniel went to the office.Sandra grabbed the milk there.So my Lady intends\nto send her other three sons, Sidney, Oliver, and John, to my house, for\nfear of the small-pox.Sandra put down the milk there.After dinner I went to my father's, where I found\nhim within, and went up to him, and there found him settling his papers\nagainst his removal, and I took some old papers of difference between me\nand my wife and took them away.Daniel went to the hallway.After that Pall being there I spoke to my\nfather about my intention not to keep her longer for such and such\nreasons, which troubled him and me also, and had like to have come to some\nhigh words between my mother and me, who is become a very simple woman.Sandra got the milk there.Cordery to take her leave of my father, thinking\nhe was to go presently into the country, and will have us to come and see\nher before he do go.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel took the football there.Then my father and I went forth to Mr.Rawlinson's,\nwhere afterwards comes my uncle Thomas and his two sons, and then my uncle\nWight by appointment of us all, and there we read the will and told them\nhow things are, and what our thoughts are of kindness to my uncle Thomas\nif he do carry himself peaceable, but otherwise if he persist to keep his\ncaveat up against us.Mary moved to the office.So he promised to withdraw it, and seemed to be\nvery well contented with things as they are.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.After a while drinking, we\npaid all and parted, and so I home, and there found my Lady's three sons\ncome, of which I am glad that I am in condition to do her and my Lord any\nservice in this kind, but my mind is yet very much troubled about my Lord\nof Sandwich's health, which I am afeard of.This morning Sir W. Batten and Sir W. Pen and I, waited upon the\nDuke of York in his chamber, to give him an account of the condition of\nthe Navy for lack of money, and how our own very bills are offered upon\nthe Exchange, to be sold at 20 in the 100 loss.He is much troubled at\nit, and will speak to the King and Council of it this morning.Daniel dropped the football.So I went\nto my Lady's and dined with her, and found my Lord Hinchingbroke somewhat\nbetter.Sandra left the milk there.There may be\nsomething in that box to identify the family.\u201d\n\nAt this point BrDaniel grabbed the football there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the hallway.As Simon was about to' leave the company, to break\nthe news to his wife, Brindle Bill said to him very confidentially:\n\u201cYou find out in what part of the country this division of the orphan\nchildren took place, and whenever you find that place, be where it\nwill, right there is where I was raised--the balance of them children is\n_dead_, Simon,\u201d and he again winked his right eye.Mary moved to the kitchen.\u201cI understand,\u201d said Simon, and as he walked on towards home to apprise\nRose of her good fortune, he said mentally, \u201cThis is Bill's deal, I will\nplay the cards he gives me.\u201d Simon was a shifty man; he stood in the\n_half-way house_ between the honest man and the rogue: was always ready\nto take anything he could lay hands on, as long as he could hold some\none else between himself and danger.Rose Simon received the news with\ndelight.She hastened to her box of keepsakes and held before Simon's\nastonished eyes an old breast-pin with this inscription: \u201cPresented to\nSusan Lasco by her brother, John A. Lasco, 1751.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat's all the evidence we want,\u201d said Simon emphatically.\u201cNow,\u201d\n continued Simon, coaxingly, \u201cWhat became of your sisters?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou know when Mrs.John grabbed the football there.John discarded the football.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra picked up the milk there.Estep moved to Tennessee I was quite small.Daniel moved to the office.I have\nheard nothing of my sisters since that time.John took the football there.It has been more than\nfifteen years,\u201d said Rose gravely.\u201cAt what point in Kentucky were you separated?\u201d said Simon inquiringly.\u201cPort William, the mouth of the Kentucky river,\u201d said Rose plainly.\u201cBrindle Bill says they are dead,\u201d said Simon slowly.John went to the kitchen.\u201cB-r-i-n-d-l-e  B-i-l-l, why, I would not believe him on oath,\u201d said Rose\nindignantly.Mary moved to the office.\u201cYes, but he can prove it,\u201d said Simon triumphantly, and he then\ncontinued, \u201cIf we leave any gaps down, _my dear_, we will not be able to\ndraw the money until those sisters are hunted up, and then it would cut\nus down to less than seven thousand dollars--and that would hardly build\nus a fine house,\u201d and with many fair and coaxing words Simon obtained a\npromise from Rose that she would permit him to manage the business.At the counter of a western bank stood S. S. Simon and party presenting\nthe certificate of deposit for twenty thousand dollars.In addition to\nthe breast-pin Rose had unfolded an old paper, that had laid for years\nin the bottom of her box.It was a certificate of the marriage of Tom\nFairfield and Susan Lasco.Brindle Bill and Sundown Hill were sworn and", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Brindle Bill said he was raised\nin Port William, and was at the funeral of the little innocent years\nbefore, The money was paid over.Rose did not believe a word that\nBill said but she had promised Simon that she would let him manage the\nbusiness, and few people will refuse money when it is thrust upon them.Sandra went back to the hallway.Mary travelled to the hallway.The party returned to Shirt-Tail Bend.Mary picked up the football there.Simon deceived Rose with the plea\nof some little debts, paid over to Brindle Bill and Sundown Hill three\nhundred dollars each.John travelled to the bathroom.Brindle Bill soon got away with three hundred\ndollars; \u201cStrop'd again,\u201d he said mentally, and then continued, \u201cSome\ncall it blackmailin' or backmailin', but I call it a _back-handed_ game.It is nothing but making use of power, and if a fellow don't use power\nwhen it's put in his hands he had better bunch tools and quit.\u201d\n Brindle Bill said to S. S. Simon, \u201cI have had a streak of bad luck; lost\nall my money; want to borrow three hundred dollars.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the bedroom.No use to say you\nhavn't got it, for I can find them sisters of your wife in less than\nthree weeks,\u201d and he winked his right eye.Simon hesitated, but finally with many words of caution paid over the\nmoney.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Soon after these events S. S. Simon was greatly relieved by reading in\na newspaper the account of the sentence of Brindle Bill to the state\nprison for a long term of years.Sandra travelled to the office.S. S. Simon now stood in the front rank of the planters of his\nneighborhood; had built a new house and ready to furnish it; Rose was\npersuaded by him to make the trip with him to New Orleans and select her\nfurniture for the new house.Mary moved to the office.While in the city Rose Simon was attacked\nwith the yellow fever and died on the way home.Mary put down the football.She was buried in\nLouisiana, intestate and childless.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra left the milk.SCENE FIFTH.--THE BELLE OF PORT WILLIAM.```A cozy room, adorned with maiden art,\n\n```Contained the belle of Port William's heart.```There she stood--to blushing love unknown,\n\n```Her youthful heart was all her own.```Her sisters gone, and every kindred tie,\n\n```Alone she smiled, alone she had to cry;\n\n```No mother's smile, no father's kind reproof,\n\n```She hop'd and pray'd beneath a stranger's roof.=\n\n|The voice of history and the practice of historians has been to dwell\nupon the marching of armies; the deeds of great heroes; the rise and\nfall of governments; great battles and victories; the conduct of troops,\netc., while the manners and customs of the people of whom they write are\nentirely ignored.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Were it not for the common law of England, we would have a poor\nknowledge of the manners and customs of the English people long\ncenturies ago.The common law was founded upon the manners and customs of the people,\nand many of the principles of the common law have come down to the\npresent day.Daniel picked up the apple there.And a careful study of the common laws of England is the\nbest guide to English civilization long centuries ago.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Daniel put down the apple there.Mary went back to the bathroom.Manners and customs change with almost every generation, yet the\nprinciples upon which our manners and customs are founded are less\nchangeable.John moved to the bathroom.Then, as if suddenly conscious of lost ground,\nshe makes a passionate effort to regain her wintry aspect.John travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.It is so\npassionate as to betray her, so stormy as to insure a profounder relenting,\na warmer, more tearful, and penitent smile after her wild mood is over.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.She\nfinds that she cannot return to her former sustained coldness, and so at\nlast surrenders, and the frost passes wholly from her heart.To Alf's and Johnnie's delight it so happened that one of these gentlest\nmoods of early spring occurred on Saturday--that weekly millennium of\nschool-children.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.With plans and preparations matured, they had risen with\nthe sun, and, scampering back and forth over the frozen ground and the\nremaining patches of ice and snow, had carried every pail and pan that\nthey could coax from their mother to a rocky hillside whereon clustered a\nfew sugar-maples.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Webb, the evening before, had inserted into the sunny\nsides of the trees little wooden troughs, and from these the tinkling\ndrip of the sap made a music sweeter than that of the robins to the eager\nboy and girl.At the breakfast-table each one was expatiating on the rare promise of\nthe day.Daniel moved to the garden.Clifford, awakened by the half subdued clatter of the\nchildren, had seen the brilliant, rose tinted dawn.\"The day cannot be more beautiful than was the night,\" Webb remarked.John went back to the hallway.Mary moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.\"A\nlittle after midnight I was awakened by a clamor from the poultry, and\nsuspecting either two or four footed thieves, I was soon covering the\nhennery with my gun.Sandra went to the bathroom.Mary left the apple.As a result, Sir Mephitis, as Burroughs calls him,\nlies stark and stiff near the door.Mary moved to the bathroom.After watching awhile, and finding no\nother marauders abroad, I became aware that it was one of the most\nperfect nights I had ever seen.It was hard to imagine that, a few hours\nbefore, a gale had been blowing under a cloudy sky.Mary went back to the office.The moonlight was so\nclear that I could see", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the kitchen.So attractive and still was\nthe night that I started for an hour's walk up the boulevard, and when\nnear Idlewild brook had the fortune to empty the other barrel of my gun\ninto a great horned owl.Sandra moved to the bathroom.How the echoes resounded in the quiet night!The\nchanges in April are more rapid, but they are on a grander scale this\nmonth.\"John travelled to the bedroom.John got the apple there.\"It seems to me,\" laughed Burt, \"that your range of topics is even more\nsublime.From Sir Mephitis to romantic moonlight and lofty musings, no\ndoubt, which ended with a screech-owl.\"\"The great horned is not a screech-owl, as you ought to know.Well,\nNature is to blame for my alternations.I only took the goods the gods\nsent.\"Daniel moved to the garden.\"I hope you did not take cold,\" said Maggie.Sandra got the football there.\"The idea of prowling around\nat that time of night!\"John put down the apple.\"Webb was in hopes that Nature might bestow upon him some confidences by\nmoonlight that he could not coax from her in broad day.John got the apple there.I shall seek\nbetter game than you found.Ducks are becoming plenty in the river, and\nall the conditions are favorable for a crack at them this morning.So I\nshall paddle out with a white coat over my clothes, and pretend to be a\ncake of ice.If I bring you a canvas-back, Amy, will you put the wishbone\nover the door?\"\"Not till I have locked it and hidden the key.\"Without any pre-arranged purpose the day promised to be given up largely\nto country sport.Burt had taken a lunch, and would not return until\nnight, while the increasing warmth and brilliancy of the sunshine, and\nthe children's voices from the maple grove, soon lured Amy to the piazza.\"Come,\" cried Webb, who emerged from the wood-house with an axe on his\nshoulder, \"don rubber boots and wraps, and we'll improvise a male-sugar\ncamp of the New England style a hundred years ago.We should make the\nmost of a day like this.\"They soon joined the children on the hillside, whither Abram had already\ncarried a capacious iron pot as black as himself.On a little terrace\nthat was warm and bare of snow, Webb set up cross-sticks in gypsy\nfashion, and then with a chain supended the pot, the children dancing\nlike witches around it.Clifford and little Ned now appeared, the\nlatter joining in the eager quest for dry sticks.Not far away was a\nlarge tree that for several years had been slowly dying, its few living\nbranches having flushed early in September, in their last glow, which had\nbeen premature and hectic.John journeyed to the kitchen.Dry sticks would make little impression on the\nsap that now in the warmer light dropped faster from the wounded maples,\nand therefore to supply the intense heat that should give them at least a\nrich syrup before night,Sandra left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Amy watched his vigorous strokes with growing zest;\nand he, conscious of her eyes, struck strong and true.Sandra travelled to the office.Leonard, not far\naway, was removing impediments from the courses, thus securing a more\nrapid flow of the water and promoting the drainage of the land.He had\nsent up his cheery voice from time to time, but now joined the group, to\nwitness the fall of a tree that had been old when he had played near it\nlike his own children to-day.The echoes of the ringing axe came back to\nthem from an adjacent hillside; a squirrel barked and \"snickered,\" as if\nhe too were a party to the fun; crows overhead cawed a protest at the\ndestruction of their ancient perch; but with steady and remorseless\nstroke the axe was driven through the concentric rings on either side\ninto the tree's dead heart.At last, as fibre after fibre was cut away,\nit began to tremble.The children stood breathless and almost pitying as\nthey saw the shiver, apparently conscious, which followed each blow.Thus treacherous scouts,--yet sure they lie,\n    Who say them earnest a secret spy!\"Daniel went to the office.--\n    \"They do, by Heaven!--Come Roderick Dhu,\n    And of his clan the boldest two,\n    And let me but till morning rest,\n    I write the falsehood on their crest.\"--\n    \"If by the blaze I mark aright,\n    Thou bear'st the belt and spur of Knight.\"Mary moved to the bathroom.--\n    \"Then by these tokens mayest thou know\n    Each proud oppressor's mortal foe.\"--\n    \"Enough, enough;--sit down, and share\n    A soldier's couch, a soldier's fare.\"Daniel went to the bedroom.Daniel grabbed the apple there.He gave him of his Highland cheer,\n    The harden'd flesh of mountain deer;\n    Dry fuel on the fire he laid,\n    And bade the Saxon share his plaid.He tended him like welcome guest,\n    Then thus his farther speech address'd:--\n    \"Stranger, I am to Roderick Dhu\n    A clansman born, a kinsman true;\n    Each word against his honor spoke,\n    Demands of me avenging stroke;\n    Yet more, upon thy fate, 'tis said,\n    A mighty augury[274] is laid.John journeyed to the garden.Mary picked up the football there.It rests with me to wind my horn,--\n    Thou art with numbers overborne;\n    It rests with me, here, brand to brand,\n    Worn as thou art, to bid thee stand:\n    But, not for clan, nor kindred's cause,\n    Will I depart from honor's laws;\n    To assail a wearied manMary dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.Then rest thee here till dawn of day;\n    Myself will guide thee on the way,\n    O'er stock and stone, through watch and ward,\n    Till past Clan-Alpine's utmost guard,\n    As far as Coilantogle's ford;\n    From thence thy warrant[275] is thy sword.\"Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary moved to the office.--\n    \"I take thy courtesy, by Heaven,\n    As freely as 'tis nobly given!\"Sandra travelled to the bathroom.John travelled to the bathroom.John journeyed to the office.--\n    \"Well, rest thee; for the bittern's cry\n    Sings us the lake's wild lullaby.\"John took the milk there.Daniel travelled to the garden.Mary went to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.With that he shook the gather'd heath,\n    And spread his plaid upon the wreath;\n    And the brave foemen, side by side,\n    Lay peaceful down, like brothers tried,\n    And slept until the dawning beam\n    Purpled the mountain and the stream.John discarded the milk.Sandra went back to the kitchen.I.\n\n    Fair as the earliest beam of eastern light,\n        When first, by the bewilder'd pilgrim spied,\n    It smiles upon the dreary brow of night,\n        And silvers o'er the torrent's foaming tide,\n    And lights the fearful path on mountain side;--\n      Fair as that beam, although the fairest far,\n    Giving to horror grace, to danger pride,\n      Shine martial Faith, and Courtesy's bright star,\n    Through all the wreckful storms that cloud the brow of War.Daniel journeyed to the office.Sandra went back to the office.Daniel picked up the milk there.That early beam, so fair and sheen,\n    Was twinkling through the hazel screen,\n    When, rousing at its glimmer red,\n    The warriors left their lowly bed,\n    Look'd out upon the dappled sky,\n    Mutter'd their soldier matins by,\n    And then awaked their fire, to steal,[276]\n    As short and rude, their soldier meal.Sandra went back to the bedroom.That o'er, the Gael around him threw\n    His graceful plaid of varied hue,\n    And, true to promise, led the way,\n    By thicket green and mountain gray.John went to the garden.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bedroom.A wildering path!--they winded now\n    Along the precipice's brow,\n    Commanding theSandra journeyed to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary picked up the milk there.At length they came where, stern and steep,\n    The hill sinks down upon the deep.Mary left the milk.Here Vennachar in silver flows,\n    There, ridge on ridge, Benledi rose;\n    Ever the hollow path twined on,\n    Beneath steep bank and threatening stone;\n    An hundred men might hold the post\n    With hardihood against a host.Mary got the milk there.The rugged mountain's scanty cloak\n    Was dwarfish shrubs of birch and oak,\n    With shingles[277] bare, and cliffs between,\n    And patches bright of bracken green,\n    And heather black, that waved so high,\n    It held the copse in rivalry.But where the lake slept deep and still,\n    Dank[278] osiers fringed the swamp and hill;\n    And oft both path and hill were torn,\n    Where wintry torrent down had borne,\n    And heap'd upon the cumber'd land\n    Its wreck of gravel, rocks, and sand.Mary journeyed to the hallway.So toilsome was the road to trace,\n    The guide, abating of his pace,\n    Led slowly through the pass's jaws,\n    And ask'd Fitz-James, by what strange cause\n    He sought these wilds, traversed by few,\n    Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.\"Brave Gael, my pass in danger tried,\n    Hangs in my belt, and by my side;\n    Yet, sooth to tell,\" the Saxon said,\n    \"I dreamt not now to claim its aid.When here, but three days since, I came,\n    Bewilder'd in pursuit of game,\n    All seem'd as peaceful and as still\n    As the mist slumbering on yon hill;\n    Thy dangerous Chief was then afar,\n    Nor soon expected back from war.Thus said, at least, my mountain guide,\n    Though deep, perchance, the villain lied.\"--\n    \"Yet why a second venture try?\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.--\n    \"A warrior thou, and ask me why!--\n    Moves our free course by such fix'd cause\n    As gives the poor mechanic laws?John grabbed the apple there.Enough, I sought to drive away\n    The lazy hours of peaceful day;\n    Slight cause will then suffice to guide\n    A Knight's free footsteps far and wide,--\n    A falcon flown, a greyhound stray'd,\n    The merry glance of mountain maid:\n    Or, if a path be dangerous known,\n    The danger's self is lure alone.\"\"Thy secret keep, I urge thee not;--\n    YetSandra went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bathroom.--\"No, by my word;--of bands prepared\n    To guard King James's sports I heard;\n    Nor doubt I aught, but, when they hear\n    This muster of the mountaineer,\n    Their pennons will abroad be flung,\n    Which else in Doune had peaceful hung.\"Mary picked up the apple there.III in 1780 (a\u00a0third edition).][Footnote 81: XXIX, 1, p.Sandra took the football there.601; XLIII,\u00a01, p.301;\n    XLVI,\u00a02, p.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the bathroom.602; LXII,\u00a01, p.\u00a0307.]John went back to the garden.[Footnote 83: 1777, II, p.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.I\u00a0is reviewed in _Frankfurter Gel.Sandra left the football.719-20 (October\n    31), and IX in _Allg.Sandra went to the office.Litt.-Zeitung_, Jena, 1785, V,\n    Supplement-Band, p.\u00a080.]Sandra went back to the bathroom.[Footnote 85: Briefe deutscher Gelehrten aus Gleims Nachlass.Mary left the apple.[Footnote 86: Emil Kuh\u2019s life of Hebbel, Wien, 1877, I,\n    p.\u00a0117-118.][Footnote 87: The \u201cEmpfindsame Reise der Prinzessin Ananas nach\n    Gros-glogau\u201d (Riez, 1798, pp.68, by Gr\u00e4fin Lichterau?)Mary went back to the kitchen.in its\n    revolting loathesomeness and satirical meanness is an example of\n    the vulgarity which could parade under the name.In 1801 we find\n    \u201cPrisen aus der h\u00f6rneren Dose des gesunden Menschenverstandes,\u201d\n    a\u00a0series of letters of advice from father to son.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the milk there.A\u00a0play of\n    Stephanie the younger, \u201cDer Eigensinnige,\u201d produced January 29,\n    1774, is said to have connection with Tristram Shandy; if so, it\n    would seem to be the sole example of direct adaptation from Sterne\n    to the German stage.\u201cNeue Schauspiele.\u201d Pressburg and Leipzig,\n    1771-75, Vol.\u00a0X.]Daniel moved to the office.Daniel put down the milk.[Footnote 90: Hannover, 1792, pp.[Footnote 92: Sometime after the completion of this present essay\n    there was published in Berlin, a\u00a0study of \u201cSterne, Hippel and Jean\n    Paul,\u201d by J.\u00a0Czerny (1904).IDaniel travelled to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra grabbed the football there.CHAPTER VII\n\nOPPOSITION TO STERNE AND HIS TYPE OF SENTIMENTALISM\n\n\nSterne\u2019s influence in Germany lived its own life, and gradually and\nimperceptibly died out of letters, as an actuating principle.Yet its\ndominion was not achieved without some measure of opposition.Sandra put down the football.John grabbed the apple there.Sandra went to the hallway.The\nsweeping condemnation which the soberer critics heaped upon the\nincapacities of his imitators has been exemplified in the accounts\nalready given of Schummel, Bock and others.It would be interesting to\nfollow a little more closely this current of antagonism.The tone of\nprotest was largely directed, the edge of satire was chiefly whetted,\nagainst the misunderstanding adaptation of Yorick\u2019s ways of thinking and\nwriting, and only here and there were voices raised to detract in any\nway from the genius of Sterne.He never suffered in Germany such an\neclipse of fame as was his fate in England.John journeyed to the hallway.Mary grabbed the milk there.He was to the end of the\nchapter a recognized prophet, an uplifter and leader.John journeyed to the garden.The far-seeing,\nclear-minded critics, as Lessing, Goethe and Herder, expressed\nthemselves quite unequivocally in this regard, and there was later no\nwithdrawal of former appreciation.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Indeed, Goethe\u2019s significant words\nalready quoted came from the last years of his life, when the new\ncentury had learned to smile almost incredulously at the relation of a\nbygone folly.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.In the very heyday of Sterne\u2019s popularity, 1772, a\u00a0critic of Wieland\u2019s\n\u201cDiogenes\u201d in the _Auserlesene Bibliothek der neuesten deutschen\nLitteratur_[1] bewails Wieland\u2019s imitation of Yorick, whom the critic\ndeems a far inferior writer, \u201cSterne, whose works will disappear, while\nWieland\u2019s masterpieces are still the pleasure of latest posterity.\u201d This\nreview of \u201cDiogenes\u201d is, perhaps, rather more an exaggerated compliment\nto Wieland than a studied blow at Sterne, and this thought is recognized\nby the reviewer in the _Frankfurter Gelehrte Anzeigen_,[2] who\ndesignates the compliment as \u201cdubious\u201d and \u201cinsulting,\u201d especially in\nview of Wieland\u2019s own personal esteem for Sterne.Yet these words, even\nas a relative depreciation of Sterne during the period of his most\nuniversal popularity, are not insignificant.John picked up the football there.Heinrich Leopold Wagner,\na\u00a0tutor at Saarbr\u00fccken, in 1770, records that one member of a reading\nclub which he had founded \u201cregarded his taste as insulted because I sent\nhim \u201cYorick\u2019sJohn dropped the football.John discarded the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went back to the kitchen.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel took the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel dropped the apple there.We find another derogatory fling at Sterne himself and a regret at the\nextent of his influence in an anonymous book entitled \u201cBetrachtungen\n\u00fcber die englischen Dichter,\u201d[4] published at the end of the great\nYorick decade.Mary went to the office.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went to the bathroom.John picked up the apple there.The author compares Sterne most unfavorably with Addison:\n\u201cIf the humor of the _Spectator_ and _Tatler_ be set off against the\ndigressive whimsicality of Sterne,\u201d he says, \u201cit is, as if one of the\nGraces stood beside a Bacchante.Sandra went back to the garden.John discarded the apple.And yet the pampered taste of the\npresent day takes more pleasure in a Yorick than in an Addison.\u201d But a\nreviewer in the _Allgemeine deutsche Bibliothek_[5] discounts this\nauthor\u2019s criticisms of men of established fame, such as Shakespeare,\nSwift, Yorick, and suggests youth, or brief acquaintance with English\nliterature, as occasion for his inadequate judgments.Mary moved to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.Indeed, Yorick\ndisciples were quick to resent any shadow cast upon his name.John travelled to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Thus the\nremark in a letter printed in the _Deutsches Museum_ that Asmus was the\nGerman Yorick \u201conly a better moral character,\u201d called forth a long\narticle in the same periodical for September, 1779, by L.\u00a0H. N.,[6]\nvigorously defending Sterne as a man and a writer.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.The greatness of his\nhuman heart and the breadth and depth of his sympathies are given as the\nunanswerable proofs of his moral worth.Mary went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.This defense is vehemently\nseconded in the same magazine by Joseph von Retzer.John went back to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra went to the bedroom.General Sylvanus--familiarly called \u201cVane\u201d--Boyce was now close\nupon sixty, of middle height and a thick and portly figure, and with\nperfectly white, close-cropped hair and mustache.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Sandra grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the office.Sandra put down the football.His face had in its\nday boasted both regular, well-cut features and a clear complexion.But\nthe skin was now of one uniform florid tint, even to the back of his\nneck, and the outlines ofMary went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the office.His\ngray eyes, as they swept the field of snow, had still their old, sharp,\ncommanding glance, but they looked out from red and puffy lids.Mary went back to the kitchen.Just as he lifted his gun, an interested bystander professed to discover\nHorace for the first time, and called out exuberantly: \u201cWhy, hello, Hod!John picked up the football there.I say, \u2018Vane,'here\u2019s your boy Hod!\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, here, fair play!\u201d shouted some of the General\u2019s backers; \u201cyou\nmustn\u2019t try that on--spoiling his aim in that way.\u201d Their solicitude was\nuncalled for.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\u201cDamn my boy Hod, and you too!\u201d remarked the General calmly, raising his\nrifle with an uninterrupted movement, levelling it with deliberation,\nfiring, and killing his bird.Amid the hum of conversation which arose at this, the General turned,\nlaid his gun down, and stepped across the space to where Horace and\nReuben stood.\u201cWell, my lad,\u201d he said heartily, shaking his son\u2019s hand, \u201cI\u2019m glad to\nsee you back.I\u2019d have been at the d\u00e9p\u00f4t to meet you, only I had this\nmatch on with Blodgett, and the money was up.John put down the football.I hope you didn\u2019t mind my\ndamning you just now--I daresay I haven\u2019t enough influence to have it\ndo you much harm--and it was Grigg\u2019s scheme to rattle my nerve just as\nI was going to shoot.Sandra got the apple there.This is rye whiskey here, but they\u2019ll bring out anything\nelse you want.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll take a mouthful of this,\u201d said Horace; \u201chold on, not so much.\u201d He\npoured back some of the generous portion which had been given him, and\ntouched glasses with his father.John went to the office.\u201cYou\u2019re sure you won\u2019t have anything, Tracy?\u201d said the General.You\ndon\u2019t know what\u2019s good for you.John went back to the garden.Standing around in the cold here, a man\nneeds something.\u201d\n\n\u201cBut I\u2019m not going to stand around in the cold,\u201d answered Reuben with a\nhalf-smile.\u201cI must be going on in a moment or two.\u201d\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t go yet,\u201d said the General, cheerily, as he put down his glass\nand took up the gun.\u201cWait and see me shoot my score.I\u2019ve got the range\nnow.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou\u2019ve got to kill every bird but one, now, General,\u201d said one of his\nfriends, in admonition.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra left the apple.\u201cAll right; don\u2019t", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary got the milk there.John moved to the bedroom.But it turned out not to be all right.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The seventh shot was a miss, and\nso was the tenth, upon which, as the final and conclusive one, great\ninterest hung.Some of those who had lost money by reason of their\nfaith in the General seemed to take it to heart, but the General himself\ndisplayed no sign of gloom.He took another drink, and then emptied his\npockets of all the bank-bills they contained, and distributed them among\nhis creditors with perfect amiability.There was not enough money to go\naround, evidently, for he called out in a pleasant voice to his son:\n\n\u201cCome here a minute, Hod.Have you got thirty dollars loose in your\npocket?I\u2019m that much short.\u201d He pushed about the heap of limp turkeys\non the snow under the table with one foot, in amused contemplation, and\nadded: \u201cThese skinny wretches have cost us about nine dollars apiece.Mary travelled to the hallway.You might at least have fed \u2019em a trifle better, Dave.\u201d\n\nHorace produced the sum mentioned and handed it over to his father with\na somewhat subdued, not to say rueful, air.John got the football there.He did not quite like the\nway in which the little word \u201cus\u201d had been used.While the General was light-heartedly engaged in apportioning out his\nson\u2019s money, and settling his bill, a new man came up, and, taking a\nrifle in his hands, inquired the price of a shot.He was told that it\nwas ten cents, and to this information was added with cold emphasis the\nremark that before he fooled with the guns he must put down his money.\u201cOh, I\u2019ve got the coin fast enough,\u201d said the newcomer, ringing four\ndimes on the table.\u201cWait a moment,\u201d said Horace to his father and Reuben, who were about\nto quit the yard.\u201cLet\u2019s watch Ben Lawton shoot.John went to the hallway.I might as well see the\nlast of my half-dollar.He\u2019s had one drink out of it already.\u201d\n\nLawton lifted the gun as if he were accustomed to firearms, and after\nhe had made sure of his footing on the hard-trodden snow, took a long,\ncareful aim, and fired.John put down the football.It was with evident sorrow that he saw the snow\nfly a few feet to one side of the turkey.[5]  Other ceremonies there\nare--ancient and mediaeval.Some are full of beauty, but none are\nessential.Thus, in the first Prayer Book of 1549, a white vesture,\ncalled the _Chrisome_[6] or _Chrism_, was put upon the candidate, the\nPriest saying: \"Take this white vesture for a token of innocency which,\nby God's grace, in the Holy Sacrament of Baptism, is given unto thee\".It typified the white life to which the one anointed with the Chrisma,Mary went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.[7]\n\n{68}\n\nAnother ancient custom was to give the newly baptized _milk and honey_.John journeyed to the kitchen.Clement of Alexandria writes: \"As soon as we are born again, we\nbecome entitled to the hope of rest, the promise of Jerusalem which is\nabove, where it is said to rain milk and honey\"._Consignation_, again, or the \"signing with the sign of the cross,\"\ndates from a very early period.John grabbed the apple there.[8]  It marks the child as belonging to\nthe Good Shepherd, even as a lamb is marked with the owner's mark or\nsign.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Giving salt as a symbol of wisdom (_sal sapientiae_); placing a lighted\ntaper in the child's hand, typifying the illuminating Spirit; turning\nto the west to renounce the enemy of the Faith, and then to the east to\nrecite our belief in that Faith; striking three blows with the hand,\nsymbolical of fighting against the world, the flesh, and the devil: all\nsuch ceremonies, and many more, have their due place, and mystic\nmeaning: but they are not part of the Sacrament.Mary took the football there.They are, {69} as it\nwere, scenery, beautiful scenery, round the Sacrament; frescoes on the\nwalls; the \"beauty of holiness\"; \"lily-work upon the top of the\npillars\";[9] the handmaids of the Sacrament, but not essential to the\nSacrament.John journeyed to the bathroom.To deny that the Church of England rightly and duly\nadministers the Sacrament because she omits any one of these\nceremonies, is to confuse the picture with the frame, the jewel with\nits setting, the beautiful with the essential.[10]\n\nWe may deplore the loss of this or that Ceremony, but a National Church\nexercises her undoubted right in saying at any particular period of her\nhistory how the Sacrament is to be administered, provided the\nessentials of the Sacrament are left untouched.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the office.The Church Universal\ndecides, once for all, what is essential: {70} the National Church\ndecides how best to secure and safeguard these essentials for her own\n_Use_.Mary moved to the garden.According to the Scriptures, \"_Baptism doth now save us_\".Daniel went to the garden.John put down the apple.[11]  As God\ndid \"save Noah and his family in the Ark from perishing by water,\" so\ndoes God save the human family from perishing by sin.John went to the bedroom.Mary moved to the hallway.Daniel moved to the kitchen.As Noah and his\nfamily could, by an act of free will, have opened a window in the Ark,\nand have leapt into the waters, and frustrated God's purpose after they\nhad been saved, so can any member of the human family, after it has\nbeen taken into the \"Ark of Christ's Church,\" frustrate God's \"good\nwill towards\" it,Mary put down the football there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Baptism\nis \"a beginning,\" not an end.[12]  It puts us into a state of\nSalvation.Cyprian says\nthat in Baptism \"we start crowned,\" and St.John went to the kitchen.John says: \"Hold fast that\nwhich thou hast that no man take thy crown\".Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the football there.[13] Baptism is the\nSacrament of initiation, not of finality.Sandra took the milk there.John moved to the office.Directly the child is\nbaptized, we pray that he \"may lead the rest of his life according {71}\nto _this beginning_,\" and we heartily thank God for having, in Baptism,\ncalled us into a state of Salvation.Mary got the apple there.Mary dropped the apple there.Sandra went to the office.In this sense, \"Baptism doth save\nus\".Mary grabbed the apple there.In the Nicene Creed we say: \"I\nbelieve in one Baptism for the remission of _sins_\".Baptism saves us\nfrom our sins.Sandra went to the bedroom.In the case of infants, Baptism saves from original, or inherited,\nsin--the sin whose origin can be traced to the Fall.Daniel moved to the bathroom.In the case of\nadults, Baptism saves from both original and actual sin, both birth sin\nand life sin.Sandra put down the football there.The Prayer Book is as explicit as the Bible on this point.Sandra took the football there.In the case\nof infants, we pray:\n\n\"We call upon Thee for this infant, that he, _coming to Thy Holy\nBaptism_, may receive remission of his sins\"--before, i.e., the child\nhas, by free will choice, committed actual sin.Sandra moved to the bathroom.In the case of adults,\nwe read: \"Well-beloved, who are come hither desiring _to receive Holy\nBaptism_, ye have heard how the congregation hath prayed, that our Lord\nJesus Christ would vouchsafe to... _release you of your sins_\".And,\nagain, dealing with infants, the Rubric at the end of the \"Public\nBaptism of Infants\" declares that \"It is certain, by God's Word, that\nchildren _who are {72} baptized_, dying before they commit _actual\nsin_, are undoubtedly saved\".In affirming this, the Church does not condemn all the unbaptized,\ninfants or adults, to everlasting perdition, as the teaching of some\nis.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary dropped the apple.Every affirmation does not necessarily involve its opposite\nnegation.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary grabbed the apple there.It was thousands of years before any souls at all were\nbaptized on earth, and even now, few[14] in comparison with the total\npopulation of the civilized and uncivilized world, have been baptized.Mary put down the apple.Sandra put down the milk.The Church nowhere assumes the self-imposed burden of legislation for\nthese, or limits their chanceMary took the apple there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "What she does do, is to proclaim her unswerving belief in \"one Baptism\nfor the remission of sins\"; and her unfailing faith in God's promises\nto those who _are_ baptized--\"which promise, He, for His part, will\nmost surely keep and perform\".On this point, she speaks with nothing\nshort of \"undoubted certainty\"; on the other point, she is silent.John went to the garden.She\ndoes not condemn an infant because no responsible person has brought it\nto Baptism, though she does condemn the person for not bringing it.She does not limit {73} the power of grace to souls in this life only,\nbut she does offer grace in this world, which may land the soul safely\nin the world to come.Making the child a member of Christ, it\ngives it a \"Christ-ian\" name.This Christian, or fore-name as it was called, is the real name.John travelled to the bedroom.John took the milk there.It\nantedates the surname by many centuries, surnames being unknown in\nEngland before the Norman invasion.The Christian name is the\nChrist-name.Daniel moved to the garden.It cannot, by any known legal method, be changed.Surnames may be changed in various legal ways: not so the Christian\nname.Sandra went to the hallway.It is true, there was a period in the Christian world when\ngood men, maintaining themselves by the work of their hands, assembled\ntogether, not that they might live easily or sleep softly, but that\nthey might strengthen each other in the Christian faith, and qualify\nthemselves to be teachers of the Word to the people.John grabbed the football there.John left the football.Doubtless there are\nstill such to be found in the holy edifices on which we now look.But it\nis to be feared that the love of many has waxed cold.Our churchmen have\nbecome wealthy, as well by the gifts of pious persons as by the bribes\nwhich wicked men have given in their ignorance, imagining that they can\npurchase that pardon by endowments to the church which Heaven has only\noffered to sincere penitents.And thus, as the church waxeth rich, her\ndoctrines have unhappily become dim and obscure, as a light is less\nseen if placed in a lamp of chased gold than beheld through a screen\nof glass.God knows, if I see these things and mark them, it is from no\nwish of singularity or desire to make myself a teacher in Israel; but\nbecause the fire burns in my bosom, and will not permit me to be\nsilent.John discarded the milk.I obey the rules of my order, and withdraw not myself from\nits austerities.Be they essential to our salvation, or be they mere\nformalities, adopted to supply the want of real penitence and sincere\ndevotion, I have promised, nay, vowed, to observe them; and they shall\nbe respected by me the more, that otherwise I might be charged with\nregarding my bodily ease, when Heaven is my witness how lightly I value\nwhat I may be called on to act or suffer, if the purity of the church\ncould be restored, or the discipline of the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.\"But, my father,\" said Catharine, \"even for these opinions men term\nyou a Lollard and a Wickliffite, and say it is your desire to destroy\nchurches and cloisters, and restore the religion of heathenesse.\"Daniel discarded the football.John got the football there.\"Even so, my daughter, am I driven to seek refuge in hills and rocks,\nand must be presently contented to take my flight amongst the rude\nHighlanders, who are thus far in a more gracious state than those\nI leave behind me, that theirs are crimes of ignorance, not of\npresumption.Mary went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bathroom.I will not omit to take such means of safety and escape\nfrom their cruelty as Heaven may open to me; for, while such appear, I\nshall account it a sign that I have still a service to accomplish.But\nwhen it is my Master's pleasure, He knows how willingly Clement Blair\nwill lay down a vilified life upon earth, in humble hope of a blessed\nexchange hereafter.But wherefore dost thou look northward so anxiously,\nmy child?John dropped the football there.Thy young eyes are quicker than mine--dost thou see any one\ncoming?\"Sandra took the apple there.\"I look, father, for the Highland youth, Conachar, who will be thy\nguide to the hills, where his father can afford thee a safe, if a rude,\nretreat.Daniel journeyed to the office.Mary took the football there.Mary dropped the football there.This he has often promised, when we spoke of you and of your\nlessons.Mary went to the bedroom.I fear he is now in company where he will soon forget them.\"John grabbed the football there.\"The youth hath sparkles of grace in him,\" said Father Clement;\n\"although those of his race are usually too much devoted to their own\nfierce and savage customs to endure with patience either the restraints\nof religion or those of the social law.John moved to the bathroom.Thou hast never told me,\ndaughter, how, contrary to all the usages either of the burgh or of the\nmountains, this youth came to reside in thy father's house?\"Mary moved to the kitchen.\"All I know touching that matter,\" said Catharine, \"is, that his father\nis a man of consequence among those hill men, and that he desired as a\nfavour of my father, who hath had dealings with them in the way of his\nmerchandise, to keep this youth for a certain time, and that it is only\ntwo days since they parted, as Conachar was to return home to his own\nmountains.\"Daniel moved to the bathroom.\"And why has my daughter,\" demanded the priest, \"maintained such a\ncorrespondence with this Highland youth, that she should know how to\nsend for him when she desired to use his services in my behalf?Mary moved to the office.Surely,\nthis is much influence for a maiden to possess over such a wild colt as\nthis youthful mountaineer.\"Catharine blushed, and answered with hesitation: \"If I have had any\ninfluence with Conachar, Heaven be my witness,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It is true, I have long expected that you, my father, would be obliged\nto take to flight, and I therefore had agreed with him that he should\nmeet me at this place as soon as he should receive a message from\nme with a token, which I yesterday despatched.The messenger was a\nlightfooted boy of his own clan, whom he used sometimes to send on\nerrands into the Highlands.\"Sandra moved to the kitchen.\"And am I then to understand, daughter, that this youth, so fair to the\neye, was nothing more dear to you than as you desired to enlighten his\nmind and reform his manners?\"John moved to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.\"It is so, my father, and no otherwise,\" answered Catharine; \"and\nperhaps I did not do well to hold intimacy with him, even for his\ninstruction and improvement.Sandra moved to the office.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the milk there.\"Then have I been mistaken, my daughter; for I thought I had seen in\nthee of late some change of purpose, and some wishful regards looking\nback to this world, of which you were at one time resolved to take\nleave.\"Daniel went to the bathroom.Catharine hung down her head and blushed more deeply than ever as she\nsaid: \"Yourself, father, were used to remonstrate against my taking the\nveil.\"Sandra got the apple there.\"Nor do I now approve of it, my child,\" said the priest.Daniel put down the milk.\"Marriage is an\nhonourable state, appointed by Heaven as the regular means of continuing\nthe race of man; and I read not in the Scriptures what human inventions\nhave since affirmed concerning the superior excellence of a state of\ncelibacy.But I am jealous of thee, my child, as a father is of his only\ndaughter, lest thou shouldst throw thyself away upon some one unworthy\nof thee.John got the milk there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary went to the office.Thy parent, I know, less nice in thy behalf than I am,\ncountenances the addresses of that fierce and riotous reveller whom they\ncall Henry of the Wynd.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.He is rich it may be; but a haunter of idle and\ndebauched company--a common prizefighter, who has shed human blood like\nwater.Sandra put down the apple.Can such a one be a fit mate for Catharine Glover?Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.And yet report\nsays they are soon to be united.\"Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra put down the football.\"Glad, sir, to please you.Punctuality\nis too cheap a virtue not to be practised by a man on the lookout for\na rise.Down train due in ten minutes; no time to\nspare.\"\"I thought you might wish to take it, sir.Brown\"--winking\nexpressively at the name, \"always checks his carpet-bag for home when he\nsees me coming.But that is your affair; I am not particular.\"\"I wish to do what is wisestSandra took the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Go home, then, as speedily as possible.\"John travelled to the office.And he gave a third sharp nod\nexceedingly business-like and determined.\"If I leave you, it is with the understanding that you bring your\ninformation first to me; that you are in my employ, and in that of no\none else for the time being; and that _mum_ is the word till I give you\nliberty to speak.\"John journeyed to the garden.\"Very well then, here are your instructions.\"Mary got the football there.He looked at the paper I handed him with a certain degree of care, then\nstepped into the waiting-room and threw it into the stove, saying in\na low tone: \"So much in case I should meet with some accident: have an\napoplectic fit, or anything of that sort.\"\"But----\"\n\n\"Oh, don't worry; I sha'n't forget.Mary left the football there.No need of\nanybody using pen and paper with me.\"Daniel got the football there.And laughing in the short, quick way one would expect from a person of\nhis appearance and conversation, he added: \"You will probably hear from\nme in a day or so,\" and bowing, took his brisk, free way down the street\njust as the train came rushing in from the West.My instructions to Q were as follows:\n\n1.To find out on what day, and in whose company, the Misses Leavenworth\narrived at R---- the year before.Sandra got the milk there.What their movements had been while\nthere, and in whose society they were oftenest to be seen.Also the date\nof their departure, and such facts as could be gathered in regard to\ntheir habits, etc.Henry Clavering, fellow-guest and probable\nfriend of said ladies.Name of individual fulfilling the following requirements: Clergyman,\nMethodist, deceased since last December or thereabouts, who in July of\nSeventy-five was located in some town not over twenty miles from R----.Also name and present whereabouts of a man at that time in service of\nthe above.John travelled to the office.To say that the interval of time necessary to a proper inquiry into\nthese matters was passed by me in any reasonable frame of mind, would be\nto give myself credit for an equanimity of temper which I unfortunately\ndo not possess.Never have days seemed so long as the two which\ninterposed between my return from R---- and the receipt of the following\nletter:\n\n\"Sir:\n\n\"Individuals mentioned arrived in R---- July 3, 1875.Party consisted\nof four; the two ladies, their uncle, and the girl named Hannah.Uncle remained three days, and then left for a short tour through\nMassachusetts.Mary travelled to the garden.Gone two weeks, during which ladies were seen more\nor less with the gentleman named between us, but not to an extent\nsufficient to excite gossip or occasion remark, when said gentleman\nleft R---- abruptly, two days after uncle's return.As to\nhabits of ladies, more or less social.Sandra travelled to the garden.John moved to the bedroom.They were always to be seen\nat picnics", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "E----considered grave, and, towards the last of her stay, moody.It is\nremembered now that her manner was always peculiar, and that she was\nmore or less shunned by her cousin.However, in the opinion of one girl still to be found at the hotel, she\nwas the sweetest lady that ever breathed.Daniel moved to the office.Uncle, ladies, and servants left R---- for New York, August 7,\n1875.H. C. arrived at the hotel in R----July 6, 1875, in-company with Mr.Vandervort, friends of the above.Left July 19, two weeks from\nday of arrival.Remembered as the\nhandsome gentleman who was in the party with the L. girls, and that is\nall.F----, a small town, some sixteen or seventeen miles from R----, had\nfor its Methodist minister, in July of last year, a man who has since\ndied, Samuel Stebbins by name.Sandra went back to the office.Sandra travelled to the garden.Name of man in employ of S. S. at that time is Timothy Cook.Sandra travelled to the hallway.He\nhas been absent, but returned to P---- two days ago.John journeyed to the office.I cried aloud at this point, in my sudden surprise and\nsatisfaction; \"now we have something to work upon!\"And sitting down I\npenned the following reply:\n\n\"T. C. wanted by all means.Mary went back to the hallway.Also any evidence going to prove that H.\nC. and E. L. were married at the house of Mr.Mary moved to the bathroom.S. on any day of July or\nAugust last.\"Next morning came the following telegram:\n\n\"T. C. on the road.Will be with you by 2 p.m.\"At three o'clock of that same day, I stood before Mr.\"I am here\nto make my report,\" I announced.The flicker of a smile passed over his face, and he gazed for the first\ntime at his bound-up finger-ends with a softening aspect which must have\ndone them good.John journeyed to the bathroom.Gryce,\" I began, \"do you remember the conclusion we came to at our\nfirst interview in this house?\"Daniel picked up the football there.\"I remember the _one you_ came to.\"Daniel left the football.Daniel moved to the bathroom.\"Well, well,\" I acknowledged a little peevishly, \"the one I came to,\nthen.Sandra took the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Sandra left the apple.It was this: that if we could find to whom Eleanore Leavenworth\nfelt she owed her best duty and love, we should discover the man who\nmurdered her uncle.\"Sandra went back to the office.\"And do you imagine you have done this?\"And yet this hero, this exalted patriot,\n This man of virtue, this immortal Roman,\n In base requital for his services,\n Is left to linger out a life in chains,\n No honours paid him but a daughter's tears.Daniel went to the office._Man._ Just are thy tears:", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the hallway.The fate of Regulus is felt by all:\n We know and mourn the cruel woes he suffers\n From barbarous Carthage._At._                      Manlius, you mistake;\n Alas!it is not Carthage which is barbarous;\n 'Tis Rome, ungrateful Rome, is the barbarian;\n Carthage but punishes a foe profess'd,\n But Rome betrays her hero and her father:\n Carthage remembers how he slew her sons,\n But Rome forgets the blood he shed for _her_:\n Carthage revenges an acknowledged foe,\n But Rome, with basest perfidy, rewards\n The glorious hand that bound her brow with laurels.Which now is the barbarian, Rome or Carthage?_At._                   A woman shall inform you.Sandra went to the office.Convene the senate; let them strait propose\n A ransom, or exchange for Regulus,\n To Africa's ambassador.Do this,\n And heaven's best blessings crown your days with peace.Sandra moved to the hallway._Man._ Thou speakest like a _daughter_, I, Attilia,\n Must as a _Consul_ act; I must consult\n The good of Rome, and with her good, her glory.Would it not tarnish her unspotted fame,\n To sue to Carthage on the terms thou wishest?Daniel got the football there.rather own thou'rt still my father's foe.no fault of mine concurr'd\n To his destruction.John went to the office.ere this the senate is assembled----\n My presence is requir'd.----Speak to the fathers,\n And try to soften _their_ austerity;\n _My_ rigour they may render vain, for know,\n I am Rome's _Consul_, not her _King_, Attilia.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.[_Exit_ MANLIUS _with the lictors, &c._\n\n _At._ (_alone._)\n This flattering hope, alas!One Consul is our foe, the other absent.my unhappy father, on what hazards,\n What strange vicissitudes, what various turns,\n Thy life, thy liberty, thy all depends!Daniel put down the football there._Enter_ BARCE (_in haste_)._Barce._ Ah, my Attilia!_At._                     Whence this eager haste?_Barce._ Th' ambassador of Carthage is arriv'd.Mary went back to the office._At._ And why does _that_ excite such wondrous transport?_Barce._ I bring another cause of greater still._At._ Name it, my Barce._Barce._                    _Regulus_ comes with him._Barce._                    Thy father----Regulus._At._ Thou art deceiv'd,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John took the football there._Barce._ Indeed I saw him not, but every tongue\n Speaks the glad tidings.John left the football.Mary went back to the bathroom._At._                     See where Publius comes.Sandra got the football there._Pub._ My sister, I'm transported!Oh, Attilia,\n He's here, our father----Regulus is come!_At._ I thank you, gods: O my full heart!Hasten, my brother, lead, O lead me to him._Pub._ It is too soon: restrain thy fond impatience.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.With Africa's ambassador he waits,\n Until th' assembled senate give him audience._At._ Where was he Publius when thou saw'st him first?_Pub._ You know, in quality of Roman quaestor,\n My duty 'tis to find a fit abode\n For all ambassadors of foreign states.John journeyed to the bedroom.Hearing the Carthaginian was arriv'd,\n I hasten'd to the port, when, O just gods!No foreigner, no foe, no African\n Salutes my eye, but Regulus----my father!tell me, tell me all,\n And ease my anxious breast.Sandra dropped the football.Mary moved to the kitchen._Pub._                         Ere I arriv'd,\n My father stood already on the shore,\n Fixing his eyes with anxious eagerness,\n As straining to descry the Capitol.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary moved to the bedroom.I saw, and flew with transport to embrace him,\n Pronounc'd with wildest joy the name of father--\n With reverence seiz'd his venerable hand,\n And would have kiss'd it; when the awful hero,\n With that stern grandeur which made Carthage tremble,\n Drew back--stood all collected in himself,\n And said austerely, Know, thou rash young man,\n That _slaves_ in _Rome_ have not the rights of _fathers_.Then ask'd, if yet the senate was assembled,\n And where?John went back to the bathroom.which having heard, without indulging\n The fond effusions of his soul, or mine,\n He suddenly retir'd.I flew with speed\n To find the Consul, but as yet success\n Attends not my pursuit._Barce._ Publius, you'll find him in Bellona's temple._At._ Then Regulus returns to Rome a slave!_Pub._ Yes, but be comforted; I know he brings\n Proposals for a peace; his will's his fate._At._ Rome may, perhaps, refuse to treat of peace._Pub._ Didst thou behold the universal joy\n At his return, thou wouldst not doubt success.There's not a tongue in Rome but, wild with transport,\n Proclaims aloud that Regulus is come;\n The streets are filled with thronging multitudes,Daniel discarded the apple there.Mary travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The happy man who can descry him first,\n Points him to his next neighbour, he to his;\n Then what a thunder of applause goes round;\n What music to the ear of filial love!Sandra journeyed to the garden.not a Roman eye was seen,\n But shed pure tears of exquisite delight.Judge of my feelings by thy own, my sister.John journeyed to the kitchen.By the large measure of thy fond affection,\n Judge mine.John grabbed the apple there.find him out;\n My joy is incomplete till he partakes it.Sandra moved to the bathroom.When doubts and fears have rent my anxious heart,\n In all my woes he kindly bore a part:\n Felt all my sorrows with a soul sincere,\n Sigh'd as I sigh'd, and number'd tear for tear:\n Now favouring heav'n my ardent vows has blest,\n He shall divide the transports of my breast.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Mary took the football there._Barce._               Publius, a moment hear me.John journeyed to the bathroom.Know'st thou the name of Africa's ambassador?Sandra travelled to the office.There is nothing for it but to throw the\nloathsome, verminous thing away.Everybody knows it, and nobody\nthinks seriously of shaking off her tyranny: not the retailer, nor the\nwholesale dealer, nor the killer of the game.Daniel travelled to the office.What is wanted to keep\nthe maggots out?Hardly anything: to slip each bird into a paper\nsheath.If this precaution were taken at the start, before the Flies\narrive, any game would be safe and could be left indefinitely to attain\nthe degree of ripeness required by the epicure's palate.Stuffed with olives and myrtleberries, the Corsican Blackbirds are\nexquisite eating.Mary moved to the garden.Daniel went to the garden.We sometimes receive them at Orange, layers of them,\npacked in baskets through which the air circulates freely and each\ncontained in a paper wrapper.John put down the apple.They are in a state of perfect\npreservation, complying with the most exacting demands of the kitchen.John went to the bedroom.I congratulate the nameless shipper who conceived the bright idea of\nclothing his Blackbirds in paper.Mary moved to the hallway.There is, of course, a serious objection to this method of\npreservation.Daniel moved to the kitchen.In its paper shroud, the article is invisible; it is not\nenticing; it does not inform the passer-by of its nature and qualities.There is one resource left which would leave the bird uncovered: simply\nto case the head in a paper cap.The head being the part most menaced,\nbecause of the mucous membrane of the throat and eyes, it would be\nenough, as a rule, to protect the head, in order to keep off the Flies\nand thwart their attempts.Mary put down the football there.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Let us continue to study the Bluebottle, while varying our means of\ninformation.A tin, about four inches deep, contains a pieceJohn grabbed the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The lid is not put in quite straight and leaves a\nnarrow slit at one point of its circumference, allowing, at most, of\nthe passage of a fine needle.When the bait begins to give off a gamy\nscent, the mothers come, singly or in numbers.They are attracted by\nthe odour which, transmitted through a thin crevice, hardly reaches my\nnostrils.Sandra took the football there.They explore the metal receptacle for some time, seeking an entrance.Finding naught that enables them to reach the coveted morsel, they\ndecide to lay their eggs on the tin, just beside the aperture.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sometimes, when the width of the passage allows of it, they insert the\novipositor into the tin and lay the eggs inside, on the very edge of\nthe slit.John went to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Whether outside or in, the eggs are dabbed down in a fairly\nregular and absolutely white layer.Mary went back to the bedroom.We have seen the Bluebottle refusing to lay her eggs on the paper bag,\nnotwithstanding the carrion fumes of the Linnet enclosed; yet now,\nwithout hesitation, she lays them on a sheet of metal.Can the nature\nof the floor make any difference to her?I replace the tin lid by a\npaper cover stretched and pasted over the orifice.With the point of my\nknife I make a narrow slit in this new lid.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.That is quite enough: the\nparent accepts the paper.What determined her, therefore, is not simply the smell, which can\neasily be perceived even through the uncut paper, but, above all, the\ncrevice, which will provide an entrance for the vermin, hatched\noutside, near the narrow passage.The maggots' mother has her own\nlogic, her prudent foresight.Mary went to the bathroom.She knows how feeble her wee grubs will\nbe, how powerless to cut their way through an obstacle of any\nresistance; and so, despite the temptation of the smell, she refrains\nfrom laying, so long as she finds no entrance through which the\nnew-born worms can slip unaided.I wanted to know whether the colour, the shininess, the degree of\nhardness and other qualities of the obstacle would influence the\ndecision of a mother obliged to lay her eggs under exceptional\nconditions.With this object in view, I employed small jars, each\nbaited with a bit of butcher's meat.The respective lids were made of\ndifferent- paper, of oil-skin, or of some of that tin-foil,\nwith its gold or coppery sheen, which is used for sealing\nliqueur-bottles.Sandra went back to the bathroom.On not one of these covers did the mothers stop, with\nany desire to deposit their eggs; but, from the moment that the knife\nhad made the narrow slit, all the lids were, sooner or later, visited\nand all, sooner or later, received the white shower somewhere near the\ngash.Sandra discarded the football.The look of the obstacle, therefore, does not count; dull or\nbrill", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Though hatched outside, at a distance from the coveted morsel, the\nnew-born worms are well able to find their refectory.Daniel went to the bedroom.As they release\nthemselves from the egg, without hesitation, so accurate is their\nscent, they slip beneath the edge of the ill-joined lid, or through the\npassage cut by the knife.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Behold them entering upon their promised\nland, their reeking paradise.Daniel went to the garden.Mary moved to the hallway.Eager to arrive, do they drop from the top of the wall?John moved to the bedroom.Slowly creeping, they make their way down the side of the jar; they use\ntheir fore-part, ever in quest of information, as a crutch and grapnel\nin one.Mary travelled to the kitchen.They reach the meat and at once instal themselves upon it.Let us continue our investigation, varying the conditions.A large\ntest-tube, measuring nine inches high, is baited at the bottom with a\nlump of butcher's meat.It is closed with wire-gauze, whose meshes, two\nmillimetres wide (.078 inch.--Translator's Note.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel discarded the milk.Daniel moved to the bedroom.), do not permit of the\nFly's passage.The Bluebottle comes to my apparatus, guided by scent\nrather than sight.Daniel journeyed to the garden.She hastens to the test-tube, whose contents are\nveiled under an opaque cover, with the same alacrity as to the open\ntube.Plays and Novelties That Have Been \"Winners\"\n\n\n                              _Males_ _Females_ _Time_  _Price__Royalty_\n Camp Fidelity Girls                     11     21/2 hrs.Daniel went back to the bedroom.John moved to the hallway.35c     None\n Anita's Trial                           11     2   \"     35c      \"\n The Farmerette                           7     2   \"     35c      \"\n Behind the Scenes                       12     11/2  \"     35c      \"\n The Camp Fire Girls                     15     2   \"     35c      \"\n A Case for Sherlock Holmes              10     11/2  \"     35c      \"", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went to the office.Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the kitchen.John went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the hallway.Peter Brice, Bachelor           7      1/2  \"     25c      \"\n Miss Fearless & Co.Daniel picked up the milk there.10     2   \"     35c      \"\n A Modern Cinderella                     16     11/2  \"     35c      \"\n Theodore, Jr.Sandra grabbed the football there.John travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary picked up the apple there.7      1/2  \"     25c      \"\n Rebecca's Triumph                       16     2   \"     35c      \"\n Aboard a Slow Train In\n   Mizzoury                       8      14     21/2  \"     35c      \"\n Twelve Old Maids                        15     1   \"     25c      \"\n An Awkward Squad                 8              1/4  \"     25c      \"\n The Blow-Up of Algernon Blow     8              1/2  \"     25c      \"\n The Boy Scouts                  20             2   \"     35c      \"\n A Close Shave                    6              1/2  \"     25c      \"\n The First National Boot          7       8     1   \"     25c      \"\n A Half-Back's Interference      10              3/4  \"     25c      \"\n His Father's Son             John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra dropped the football there.John moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen.John picked up the milk there.John left the milk.Sandra went to the garden.Mary went to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Sandra took the football there.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Boy         14             13/4  \"     35c      \"\n A Regular Scream                11             13/4  \"     35c      \"\n Schmerecase in School            9             1   \"     25c      \"\n The Scoutmaster                 10             2   \"     35c      \"\n The Tramps' Convention          17             11/2  \"     25c      \"\n The Turn in the Road             9             11/2  \"     25c      \"\n Wanted--a Pitcher               11              1/2  \"     25c      \"\n What They Did for Jenkins       14             2   \"     25c      \"\n Aunt Jerusha's Quilting Party    4      12     11/4  \"     25c      \"\n The District School at\n   Blueberry Corners             12      17     1   \"     25c      \"\n The Emigrants' Party            24      10     1   \"     25c      \"\n Miss Prim's Kindergarten        10      11     11/2  \"     25c      \"\n A Pageant of History            Any number     2   \"     35c    John took the milk there.John put down the milk there.John went to the bathroom.Sandra put down the football.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.John journeyed to the office.John grabbed the apple there.John travelled to the bathroom.John left the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra took the football there.Transcriber's Note:\n\n    Every effort has been made to replicate this text as faithfully as\n    possible.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.So difficult is it to speculate upon\nevents!Muse as we may, we are the creatures of circumstances; and the\nunexpected arrival of a London dandy at the country-seat of an English\nnobleman sent this representative of the New Generation, fresh from\nEton, nursed in prejudices, yet with a mind predisposed to inquiry\nand prone to meditation, to a scene apt to stimulate both intellectual\nprocesses; which demanded investigation and induced thought, the great\nMETROPOLIS OF LABOUR.John went to the office.BOOK IV\n\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\n\nA great city, whose image dwells in the memory of man, is the type of\nsome great idea.Rome represents conquest; Faith hovers over the towers\nof Jerusalem; and Athens embodies the pre-eminent quality of the antique\nworld, Art.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.In modern ages, Commerce has created London; while Manners, in the most\ncomprehensive sense of the word, have long found a supreme capital in\nthe airy and bright-minded city of the Seine.Art was to the ancient world, Science is to the modern: the distinctive\nfaculty.In the minds of men the useful has succeeded to the beautiful.Mary went back to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Mary went to the bathroom.Instead of the city of the Violet Crown, a Lancashire village has\nexpanded into a mighty region of factories and warehouses.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Yet, rightly\nunderstood, Manchester is as great a human exploit as Athens.The inhabitants, indeed, are not so impressed with their idiosyncrasy as\nthe countrymen of Pericles and Phidias.Sandra discarded the football.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the football there.Mary grabbed the milk there.They do not fully comprehend the\nposition which they occupy.Mary discarded the milk.Daniel moved to the bedroom.It is the philosopher alone who can conceive\nthe grandeur of Manchester, and the immensity of its future.There are\nyet great truths to tell, if we had either the courage to announce or\nthe temper to receive them.Mary picked up the milk there.Mary got the apple there.A feeling of melancholy, even of uneasiness, attends our first entrance\ninto a great town, especially at night.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Is it that the sense of all this\nvast existence with which we have no connexion, where we are utterly\nunknown, oppresses us with our insignificance?Mary discarded the apple there.Is it that it is terrible\nto feel friendless where all have friends?Behold a community where you are unknown, but\nwhere you will be known, perhaps honoured.A place where you have no\nfriends, but where, also, you have no enemies.Daniel took the apple there.Mary put down the milk there.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.A spot that has hitherto\nbeen a blank in your thoughts,", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the bathroom.There is, perhaps, no act of memory so profoundly interesting as to\nrecall the careless mood and moment in which we have entered a town,\na house, a chamber, on the eve of an acquaintance or an event that has\ngiven colour and an impulse to our future life.Mary went back to the bedroom.Unquestionably it is a power that acts mainly by female agents.Women\nare the Priestesses of Predestination.Sandra moved to the office.Man conceives Fortune, but Woman conducts it.John went to the bedroom.It is the Spirit of Man that says, 'I will be great;' but it is the\nSympathy of Woman that usually makes him so.Mary travelled to the hallway.It was not the comely and courteous hostess of the Adelphi Hotel,\nManchester, that gave occasion to these remarks, though she may deserve\nthem, and though she was most kind to our Coningsby as he came in late\nat night very tired, and not in very good humour.He had travelled the whole day through the great district of labour,\nhis mind excited by strange sights, and at length wearied by their\nmultiplication.Sandra went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the garden.He had passed over the plains where iron and coal\nsupersede turf and corn, dingy as the entrance of Hades, and flaming\nwith furnaces; and now he was among illumined factories with more\nwindows than Italian palaces, and smoking chimneys taller than Egyptian\nobelisks.John went to the bathroom.Alone in the great metropolis of machinery itself, sitting\ndown in a solitary coffee-room glaring with gas, with no appetite, a\nwhirling head, and not a plan or purpose for the morrow, why was he\nthere?Daniel went to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.Because a being, whose name even was unknown to him, had met him\nin a hedge alehouse during a thunderstorm, and told him that the Age of\nRuins was past.Daniel went to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the hallway.John got the milk there.Mary went to the office.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Remarkable instance of the influence of an individual; some evidence of\nthe extreme susceptibility of our hero.That, however, could be\ngot rid of.Daniel grabbed the apple there.John put down the milk.The summer air was sweet, even in this\nland of smoke and toil.He feels a sensation such as in Lisbon or Lima\nprecedes an earthquake.It is a sympathetic\naffection occasioned by a steam-engine in a neighbouring factory.Notwithstanding, however, all these novel incidents, Coningsby slept the\ndeep sleep of youth and health, of a brain which, however occasionally\nperplexed by thought, had never been harassed by anxiety.He rose early,\nfreshened, and in fine spirits.Daniel dropped the apple.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.John took the apple there.And by the time the deviled chicken and\nthe buttered toast, that mysterious and incomparable luxury, which can\nonly be obtained at an inn, had disappeared, he felt all the delightful\nexcitement ofJohn went back to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the hallway.Not a letter had Coningsby; not an individual in\nthat vast city was known to him.Mary went back to the kitchen.John got the milk there.He went to consult his kind hostess,\nwho smiled confidence.He was to mention her name at one place, his\nown at another.All would be right; she seemed to have reliance in the\ndestiny of such a nice young man.John put down the milk.He saw all; they were kind and hospitable to the young stranger,\nwhose thought, and earnestness, and gentle manners attracted them.John got the milk there.Mary went back to the garden.One\nrecommended him to another; all tried to aid and assist him.He doesn't do it from choice, any more than\nyou in a desert would prefer to drink the water that you have carried\nwith you, if you might choose between that and fresh spring water.Major A. G. Leonard, an English transport officer, claims that Camels\n\"should be watered every day, that they can not be trained to do\nwithout water, and that, though they can retain one and a half gallons\nof water in the cells of the stomach, four or five days' abstinence is\nas much as they can stand, in heat and with dry food, without permanent\ninjury.\"John went back to the bedroom.Mary picked up the football there.John went to the office.John left the milk.Bryden, has observed\nthat the beasts and birds of the deserts must have private stores of\nwater of which we know nothing.Mary went to the bedroom.Bryden, however, has seen the\nSand-Grouse of South America on their flight to drink at a desert pool.John went to the bedroom.John went to the bathroom.\"The watering process is gone through with perfect order and without\novercrowding\"--a hint to young people who are hungry and thirsty at\ntheir meals.Mary moved to the bathroom.Mary went to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the office.\"From eight o'clock to close on ten this wonderful flight\ncontinued; as birds drank and departed, others were constantly arriving\nto take their places.Sandra moved to the kitchen.I should judge that the average time spent by\neach bird at and around the water was half an hour.\"Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the garden.To show the wonderful instinct which animals possess for discovering\nwater an anecdote is told by a writer in the _Spectator_, and the\narticle is republished in the _Living Age_ of February 5.Mary travelled to the bedroom.The question\nof a supply of good water for the Hague was under discussion in Holland\nat the time of building the North Sea Canal.Some one insisted that\nthe Hares, Rabbits, and Partridges knew of a supply in the sand hills,\nbecause they never came to the wet \"polders\" to drink.Daniel went to the kitchen.Then one of the local engineers suggested that\nthe sand hills should be carefully explored, and now a long reservoir\nin the very center of those hills fills with water naturally and\nsupplies the entire town.Mary put down the football.All this goes to prove to our mind that if Seals do not apparently\ndrink, if", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "None of these animals are our common,\neveryday pets.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.John journeyed to the bathroom.If they were, it would cost us nothing to put water\nat their disposal, but that they never drink in their native haunts\n\"can not be proved until the deserts have been explored and the total\nabsence of water confirmed.\"--_Ex._\n\n\n\n\n  [Illustration: From col.Sandra grabbed the football there.CHICAGO COLORTYPE CO.,\n                 CHIC.Copyright by\n                 Nature Study Pub.Just how many species of Gulls there are has not yet been determined,\nbut the habits and locations of about twenty-six species have been\ndescribed.The American Herring Gull is found throughout North America,\nnesting from Maine northward, and westward throughout the interior on\nthe large inland waters, and occasionally on the Pacific; south in\nthe winter to Cuba and lower California.This Gull is a common bird\nthroughout its range, particularly coast-wise.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Goss in his \"Birds of Kansas,\" writes as follows of the Herring\nGull:\n\n\"In the month of June, 1880, I found the birds nesting in large\ncommunities on the little island adjacent to Grand Manan; many were\nnesting in spruce tree tops from twenty to forty feet from the ground.It was an odd sight to see them on their nests or perched upon a limb,\nchattering and scolding as approached.\"In the trees I had no difficulty in finding full sets of their eggs,\nas the egg collectors rarely take the trouble to climb, but on the\nrocks I was unable to find an egg within reach, the 'eggers' going\ndaily over the rocks.I was told by several that they yearly robbed the\nbirds, taking, however, but nine eggs from a nest, as they found that\nwhenever they took a greater number, the birds so robbed would forsake\ntheir nests, or, as they expressed it, cease to lay, and that in order\nto prevent an over-collection they invariably drop near the nest a\nlittle stone or pebble for every egg taken.\"John got the milk there.They do not leave their nesting grounds\nuntil able to fly, though, half-grown birds are sometimes seen on the\nwater that by fright or accident have fallen.The nests are composed\nof grass and moss.Some of them are large and elaborately made, while\nothers are merely shallow depressions with a slight lining.Three eggs\nare usually laid, which vary from bluish-white to a deep yellowish\nbrown, spotted and blotched with brown of different shades.John dropped the milk.In many\ncases where the Herring Gull has suffered persecution, it has been\nknown to depart from its usual habit of nesting on the open seashore.It is a pleasure to watch a flock of Gulls riding buoyantly upon the\nwater.They do not dive, as many suppose, but only immerse the head\nand neck.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.They are omnivorous and greedy eaters; \"scavengers of the\nbeach, and in the harbors to be seen boldly alighting upon the masts\nand flying about the vessels, picking up the refuse matter as soon as\nit is cast overboard, and often following the steamers from thirty\nto forty miles from the land, and sometimes much farther.\"Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the office.I didn't stays wid em, seh--I knows\nMistah Snyder well; he's bin heah off'n to wuk befo' yo cum, seh.Mary travelled to the bedroom.But I\nseed dem gwine th'oo de drawers, an' poundin on the floohs, seh.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Dey\nwent down to de cellar, too, seh, an wuz dyar quite a while.\"seh, don't you t'inks I knows 'im?Mary went to the office.I knows 'im from de time\nhe wuz so high.\"Mary moved to the garden.John moved to the hallway.John travelled to the bedroom.\"Go down and tell Snyder I want to see him, either\nto-night or in the morning.\"John moved to the office.The <DW64> bowed, and departed.Croyden got up and went to the escritoire: the drawers were in\nconfusion.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra moved to the office.John travelled to the bedroom.He glanced at the book-cases: the books were disarranged.He\nturned and looked, questioningly, at Macloud--and a smile slowly\noverspread his face.John travelled to the bathroom.\"Well, the tall gentleman has visited us!\"\"I wondered how long you would be coming to it!\"Sandra went back to the garden.John went to the hallway.Sandra put down the milk.Mary picked up the milk there.\"It's the old ruse, in a slightly modified form.John went back to the kitchen.John went to the garden.Mary put down the milk.Instead of a\ntelephone or gas inspector, it was a workman whom the servant knew; a\nlittle more trouble in disguising himself, but vastly more satisfactory\nin results.\"Sandra picked up the milk there.\"They are clever rogues,\" said Croyden--\"and the disguise must have\nbeen pretty accurate to deceive Moses.\"Sandra went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the hallway.\"Disguise is their business,\" Macloud replied, laconically.\"If they're\nnot proficient in it, they go to prison--sure.\"John moved to the bedroom.\"And if they _are_ proficient, they go--sometimes.\"Sandra went back to the garden.\"We'll make a tour of inspection--they couldn't find what they wanted,\nso we'll see what they took.\"John moved to the hallway.Every drawer was turned upside down, every\ncloset awry, every place, where the jewels could be concealed,Sandra dropped the milk there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "They had gone through the house completely, even into the\ngarret, where every board that was loose had evidently been taken up\nand replaced--some of them carelessly.Daniel picked up the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.Not a thing was gone, so far as Croyden could judge--possibly, because\nthere was no money in the house; probably, because they were looking\nfor jewels, and scorned anything of moderate value.John moved to the bedroom.John grabbed the apple there.\"Really, this thing grows interesting--if it were not so ridiculous,\"\nsaid Croyden.\"I'm willing to go to almost any trouble to convince them\nI haven't the treasure--just to be rid of them.Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the football there.\"Abduction, maybe,\" Macloud suggested.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"Some night a black cloth will\nbe thrown over your head, you'll be tossed into a cab--I mean, an\nautomobile--and borne off for ransom like Charlie Ross of fading\nmemory.\"John left the apple.Sandra dropped the football.\"Moral--don't venture out after sunset!\"\"And don't venture out at any time without a revolver handy and a good\npair of legs,\" added Macloud.\"I can work the legs better than I can the revolver.\"Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the hallway.\"Or, to make sure, you might have a guard of honor and a gatling gun.\"\"You're appointed to the position--provide yourself with the gun!\"Sandra went to the bedroom.said Macloud, \"it would be well to take some\nprecaution.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.They seem obsessed with the idea that you have the jewels,\nhere--and they evidently intend to get a share, if it's possible.\"Sandra travelled to the garden.Mary went to the bedroom.Macloud shrugged his shoulders, helplessly.Sandra grabbed the milk there.XVI\n\nTHE MARABOU MUFF\n\n\nThe next two weeks passed uneventfully.Daniel went back to the bedroom.The thieves did not manifest\nthemselves, and the Government authorities did nothing to suggest that\nthey had been informed of the Parmenter treasure.Macloud had developed an increasing fondness for Miss Carrington's\nsociety, which she, on her part, seemed to accept with placid\nequanimity.Daniel picked up the apple there.They rode, they drove, they walked, they sailed when the\nweather warranted--and the weather had recovered from its fit of the\nblues, and was lazy and warm and languid.Daniel travelled to the office.Daniel put down the apple.In short, they did everything\nwhich is commonly supposed to denote a growing fondness for each\nother.Sandra dropped the milk.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Croyden had been paid promptly for the Virginia Development Company\nbonds, and was once more on \"comfortable street,\" as he expressed it.But he spoke no word of returning to Northumberland.On the contrary,\nhe settled down to enjoy the life of the village, social and otherwise.He was nice to all the girls, but showed a marked preference for Miss\nCarrington;", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Macloud was quite willing to run the risk with Croyden.Daniel went back to the hallway.He was\nconfident that the call of the old life, the memory of the girl that\nwas, and that was still, would be enough to hold Geoffrey from more\nthan firm friendship.Mary went back to the garden.He was not quite sure of himself, however--that\nhe wanted to marry.Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bedroom.And he was entirely sure she had not decided\nwhether she wanted him--that was what gave him his lease of life; if\nshe decided _for_ him, he knew that he would decide for her--and\nquickly.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.These we\nignited, and then pitched the bags in through the door.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel went back to the office.Two or three\nbags very soon brought the enemy out, and they were bayoneted down\nwithout mercy.One of the men who were with me was, I think, Mr.John went back to the garden.John travelled to the office.Rule,\nwho is now _sans_ a leg, and employed by the G.I.P.Sandra got the milk there.John went back to the kitchen.Railway in Bombay,\nbut was then a powerful young man of the light company.Rule rushed in\namong the rebels, using both bayonet and butt of his rifle, shouting,\n\"Revenge for the death of Hodson!\"and he killed more than half the men\nsingle-handed.Sandra left the milk.By this time we had been over two hours inside the\nbreach, and almost all opposition had ceased.Lieutenant and Adjutant\n\"Willie\" MacBean, as he was known to the officers, and \"Paddy\" MacBean\nto the men, encountered a _havildar_, a _naik_, and nine sepoys at one\ngate, and killed the whole eleven, one after the other.The _havildar_\nwas the last; and by the time he got out through the narrow gate,\nseveral men came to the assistance of MacBean, but he called to them not\nto interfere, and the _havildar_ and he went at it with their swords.Sandra took the milk there.At\nlength MacBean made a feint cut, but instead gave the point, and put his\nsword through the chest of his opponent.For this MacBean got the\nVictoria Cross, mainly, I believe, because Sir Edward Lugard, the\ngeneral in command of the division, was looking down from the ramparts\nabove and saw the whole affair.Mary travelled to the bedroom.I don't think that MacBean himself\nthought he had done anything extraordinary.Sandra left the milk there.He was an Inverness-shire\nploughman before he enlisted, and rose from the ranks to command the\nregiment, and died a major-general.There were still a number of old\nsoldiers in the regiment who had been privates with MacBean when I\nenlisted, and many anecdotes were relatedJohn moved to the garden.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel got the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.One of these was\nthat when MacBean first joined, he walked with a rolling gait, and the\ndrill-corporal was rather abusive with him when learning his drill.At\nlast he became so offensive that another recruit proposed to MacBean,\nwho was a very powerful man, that they should call the corporal behind\nthe canteen in the barrack-yard and give him a good thrashing, to which\nproposal MacBean replied: \"Toots, toots, man, that would never do.Mary moved to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary travelled to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.I am\ngoing to command this regiment before I leave it, and it would be an ill\nbeginning to be brought before the colonel for thrashing the\ndrill-corporal!\"Mary went back to the bathroom.MacBean kept to his purpose, and _did_ live to command\nthe regiment, going through every rank from private to major-general.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Mary went to the kitchen.I\nhave seen it stated that he was a drummer-boy in the regiment, but that\nis not correct.He was kept seven years lance-corporal, partly because\npromotion went slow in the Ninety-Third, but several were promoted over\nhim because, at the time of the disruption in the Church of Scotland,\nMacBean joined the Free Kirk party.Daniel moved to the office.This fact may appear strange to\nmilitary readers of the present day with our short service and\nterritorial regiments; but in the times of which I am writing, as I have\nbefore mentioned, the Ninety-Third was constituted as much after the\narrangements of a Highland parish as those of a regiment in the army;\nand, to use the words of old Colonel Sparks who commanded, MacBean was\npassed over four promotions because \"He was a d--d Free Kirker.\"But I must hark back to my story and to the Begum's palace on the\nevening of the 11th of March, 1858.Mary picked up the football there.Mary put down the football.By the time darkness set in all\nopposition had ceased, but there were still numbers of the mutineers\nhiding in the rooms.Our loss was small compared with that inflicted on\nthe enemy.Our regiment had one captain, one lieutenant, and thirteen\nrank and file killed; Lieutenant Grimston, Ensign Hastie, and\nforty-five men wounded.John travelled to the office.Daniel went to the bathroom.Mary got the football there.Mary discarded the football.Many of the wounded died afterwards; but eight\nhundred and sixty of the enemy lay dead in the centre court alone, and\nmany hundreds more were killed in the different enclosures and\nbuildings.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the football there.John travelled to the bedroom.That night we bivouacked in the courts of the palace, placing\nstrong guards all round.When daylight broke on the morning of the 12th\nof March, the sights around were horrible.Daniel moved to the bedroom.I haveMary journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "However,\nthe Begum's palace was the key to the enemy's position.During the day\nlarge parties of camp-followers were brought in to drag out the dead of\nthe enemy, and throw them into the ditch which had given us so much\ntrouble to cross, and our batteries were advanced to bombard the\nImambara and Kaiserbagh.During the forenoon of the 12th, I remember seeing Mr.Russell of _The\nTimes_ going round making notes, and General Lugard telling him to take\ncare and not to attempt to go into any dark room for fear of being\n\"potted\" by concealed Pandies.Many such were hunted out during the day,\nand as there was no quarter for them they fought desperately.We had\none sergeant killed at this work and several men wounded.During the\nafternoon a divisional order by General Sir Edward Lugard was read to\nus, as follows:--\n\n\"Major-General Sir Edward Lugard begs to thank Brigadier the Honourable\nAdrian Hope, Colonel Leith-Hay, and the officers and men of the\nNinety-Third who exclusively carried the position known as the Begum's\nKothee.No words are sufficient to express the gallantry, devotion, and\nfearless intrepidity displayed by every officer and man in the regiment.The Major-General will not fail to bring their conduct prominently to\nthe notice of his Excellency the Commander-in-Chief.\"BELINDA knew no publishers and had no influence.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary grabbed the football there.How could she get\nanyone to take the novel up?And yet, if she was to believe the\n_Author_, there was plenty of room for untried talent.According to that\ninteresting periodical publishers were constantly on the lookout for\nundiscovered genius.Why should she not try the firm of Messrs.She set her face hard, and muttered,\n\"Yes, they _shall_ do it!Mary put down the football._Douglas the Doomed One_ shall appear with the\nassistance of Messrs.Daniel picked up the football there.And when BELINDA made up her\nmind to do anything, not wild omnibus-horses would turn her from her\npurpose.John travelled to the garden.Mary moved to the garden.[Illustration]\n\nVOLUME II.--_Wide Awake._\n\nMessrs.John went to the office.BINDING AND PRINT had received their visitor with courtesy.Mary got the milk there.Mary left the milk there.They\ndid not require to read _Douglas the Doomed One_.Daniel put down the football.They had discovered\nthat it was sufficiently long to make the regulation three volumes.They would be happy to\npublish it.\"When we have paid for the outlay we shall divide the residue,\" cried\nMr.\"And do you think I shall soon get a cheque?\"John went to the bedroom.\"Well, that is a question not easy to answer.Mary got the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the garden.You see, we usually spend\nany money we make in advertising.It does the work good in the long run,\nalthough at first it rather checks the profits.\"BELMary discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"We must advertise _Douglas the Doomed One_ in the _Skatemaker's\nQuarterly Magazine_,\" said Mr.\"And in the _Crossing Sweeper's Annual_,\" replied Mr.Then the\ntwo partners smiled at one another knowingly.They laughed as they\nremembered that of both the periodicals they had mentioned they were the\nproprietors.VOLUME III.--_Fast Asleep._\n\nThe poor patient at Slocum-on-Slush moaned.Sandra travelled to the office.He had been practically\nawake for a month, and nothing could send him to sleep.The Doctor held\nhis wrist, and as he felt the rapid beats of his pulse became graver and\ngraver.Daniel moved to the kitchen.\"And you have no friends, no relatives?\"My only visitor was the man who brought that box of books from a\nmetropolitan library.\"Mary travelled to the bathroom.\"There may yet be time to save\nhis life!\"The man of science rose abruptly, and approaching the casket containing\nthe current literature of the day, roughly forced it open.He turned over the volumes impatiently until he\nreached a set.\"If I can but get him to read this he\nwill be saved.\"Then turning to his patient he continued, \"You should\nperuse this novel.It is one that I recommend in cases such as yours.\"\"I am afraid I am past reading,\" returned the invalid.\"However, I will\ndo my best.\"Sandra took the football there.An hour later the Doctor (who had had to make some calls) returned and\nfound that his patient was sleeping peacefully.The first volume of\n_Douglas the Doomed One_ had the desired result.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"Excellent, excellent,\" murmured the medico.\"It had the same effect\nupon another of my patients.Sandra left the football there.Insomnia has been conquered for the second time by\n_Douglas the Doomed One_, and who now shall say that the three-volume\nnovel of the amateur is not a means of spreading civilisation?It must\nbe a mine of wealth to somebody.\"BINDING AND PRINT, had they heard the Doctor's remark,\nwould have agreed with him!*       *       *       *       *\n\nAll the Difference.Daniel dropped the apple there.\"THE SPEAKER then called Mr.Quite right in our wise and most vigilant warder.Oh that, without fuss,\n  The SPEAKER could only call Order to us!*       *       *       *       *\n\n[Illustration: RES ANGUSTA DOMI.(_In a Children's Hospital._)\n\n\"MY PORE YABBIT'S DEAD!\"Mary journeyed to the office.\"DADDA KILLED MY PORE YABBIT IN BACK KITCHEN!\"\"I HAD TATERS WIV MY PORE YABBIT!\"]*       *     Daniel travelled to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John moved to the bedroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.[\"I desire to submit that this is a very great question, which will\n    have to be determined, but upon a very different ground from that of\n    the salaries of the officers of the House of Lords.... If there is\n    to be a contest between the House of Lords and the House of Commons,\n    let us take it upon higher ground than this.\"Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John went back to the office.--_Sir William\n    Harcourt._]\n\n  There was a little urchin, and he had an old horse-pistol,\n    Which he rammed with powder damp and shots of lead, lead, lead;\n  And he cried \"I know not fear!For this little cove was slightly off his head, head, head.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.Sandra went to the garden.This ambitious little lad was a Paddy and a Rad,\n    And himself he rather fancied as a shot, shot, shot;\n  And he held the rules of sport, and close season, and, in short,\n    The \"regulation rubbish\" was all rot, rot, rot.John went back to the kitchen.He held a \"bird\" a thing to be potted on the wing,\n    Or perched upon a hedge, or up a tree, tree, tree;\n  And, says he, \"If a foine stag I can add to my small bag,\n    A pistol _or_ a Maxim will suit me, me, me!\"Daniel went to the office.Sandra moved to the hallway.And so upon all fours he would crawl about the moors,\n    To the detriment of elbows, knees, and slack, slack, slack;\n  And he says, \"What use a-talking?Daniel picked up the apple there.If I choose to call this'stalking,'\n    And _I bag my game_, who's going to hould me back, back, back?\"Mary went to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Daniel left the apple.Says he, \"I scoff at raisons, and stale talk of toimes and saisons;\n    I'm game to shoot a fox, or spear a stag, stag, stag;\n  Nay, I'd net, or club, a salmon; your old rules of sport are gammon,\n    For wid me it's just a question of the bag, bag, bag!Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra took the football there.Daniel discarded the apple.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\"There are omadhauns, I know, who would let a foine buck go\n    Just bekase 'twas out of toime, or they'd no gun, gun, gun;\n  But if oi can hit, and hurt, wid a pistol--or a squirt--\n    By jabers, it is all the betther fun, fun, funSandra went to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the kitchen.So he scurryfunged around with his stomach on the ground\n    (For stalking seems of crawling a mere branch, branch, branch).Mary travelled to the hallway.Now do you know what we\u2019re up\nagainst?\u201d\n\n\u201cMountain lions!\u201d exclaimed Jimmie.John journeyed to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.\u201cJaguars!\u201d answered Carl.Daniel went to the hallway.John moved to the hallway.\u201cI hope they\u2019re locked in!\u201d suggested Jimmie.\u201cCan you see anything that looks like a grate before that opening?\u201d\nasked Carl.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.\u201cI\u2019m sure I can\u2019t.\u201d\n\n\u201cNothing doing in that direction!\u201d was the reply.Daniel went to the hallway.At regular intervals, now, a great, lithe, crouching body could be seen\nmoving back and forth at the opening, and now and then a cat-like head\nwas pushed into the room!At such times the eyes of the animal, whatever\nit was, shone like balls of red fire in the reflection of the electric\nlight.Although naturally resourceful and courageous, the two boys\nactually abandoned hope of ever getting out of the place alive!\u201cI wonder how many wild animals there are in there?\u201d asked Carl in a\nmoment.\u201cIt seems to me that I have seen two separate figures.\u201d\n\n\u201cThere may be a dozen for all we know,\u201d Jimmie returned.John travelled to the office.John travelled to the bedroom.\u201cGee!\u201d he\nexclaimed, reverting to his habit of concealing serious thoughts by\nlightly spoken words, \u201cDaniel in the lion\u2019s den had nothing on us!\u201d\n\n\u201cHow many shots have you in your automatic?\u201d asked Carl, drawing his own\nfrom his pocket.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.\u201cWe\u2019ll have to do some shooting, probably.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy, I have a full clip of cartridges,\u201d Jimmie answered.\u201cBut have you?\u201d insisted Carl.\u201cWhy, surely, I have!\u201d returned Jimmie.\u201cDon\u2019t you remember we filled\nour guns night before last and never\u2014\u2014\u201d\n\n\u201cI thought so!\u201d exclaimed Carl, ruefully.John dropped the football.\u201cWe put in fresh clips night\nbefore last, and exploded eight or nine cartridges apiece on the return\ntrip to Quito.Now, how many bullets do you think you have available?Sandra travelled to the office.One or two?\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know!\u201d replied Jimmie, and there was almost a sob in his voice\nas he spoke.Mary travelled to the hallway.\u201cI presume I have only one.\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps the electric light may keep the brutes away,\u201d said Carl\nhopefully.\u201cYou know wild animals are afraid of fire.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, it may,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.Those are jaguars out\nthere, I suppose you know.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bedroom.And they creep up to camp-fires and steal\nsavage children almost out of their mothers\u2019 arms!\u201d\n\n\u201cWhere do you suppose Sam is by this time?\u201d asked Carl, in a moment, as\nthe cat-like head appeared for the fourth or fifth time at the opening.John left the milk.\u201cI\u2019m afraid Sam couldn\u2019t get in here in time to do us any good even if\nhe stood in the corridor outside!\u201d was the reply.\u201cWhatever is done,\nwe\u2019ve got to do ourselves.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd that brings us down to a case of shooting!\u201d Carl declared.\u201cIt\u2019s only a question of time,\u201d Jimmie went on, \u201cwhen the jaguars will\nbecome hungry enough to attack us.When they get into the opening, full\nunder the light of the electric, we\u2019ll shoot.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll hold the light,\u201d Carl argued, \u201cand you do the shooting.You\u2019re a\nbetter marksman than I am, you know!Daniel got the apple there.When your last cartridge is gone,\nI\u2019ll hand you my gun and you can empty that.If there\u2019s only two animals\nand you are lucky with your aim, we may escape with our lives so far as\nthis one danger is concerned.How we are to make our escape after that\nis another matter.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf there are more than two jaguars,\u201d Jimmie answered, \u201cor if I\u2019m\nunlucky enough to injure one without inflicting a fatal wound, it will\nbe good-bye to the good old flying machines.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s about the size of it!\u201d Carl agreed.All this conversation had occurred, of course, at intervals, whenever\nthe boys found the heart to put their hopes and plans into words.It\nseemed to them that they had already spent hours in the desperate\nsituation in which they found themselves.Sandra picked up the milk there.The periods of silence,\nhowever, had been briefer than they thought, and the time between the\ndeparture of Sam and that moment was not much more than half an hour.\u201cThere are two heads now!\u201d Jimmie said, after a time, \u201cand they\u2019re\ncoming out!Sandra went to the bathroom.Hold your light steady when they reach the center of the\nroom.I can\u2019t afford to miss my aim.\u201d\n\n\u201cIs your arm steady?\u201d almost whispered Carl.\u201cNever better!\u201d answered Jimmie.John went to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the office.Four powerful, hungry, jaguars, instead of two, crept out of the\nopening!Jimmie tried to cheer his companion with the whispered hope\nthat there might possibly be bullets enough for them all, and raised his\nweapon.Two shots came in", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Nothing daunted, the other brutes came on, and Jimmie\nseized Carl\u2019s automatic.Mary went back to the kitchen.The only question now was this:\n\nHow many bullets did the gun hold?Daniel travelled to the office.BESIEGED IN THE TEMPLE.As Sam watched the shadow cast by the moonlight on the marble slab at\nthe entrance, his prisoner turned sharply about and lifted a hand as if\nto shield himself from attack.\u201cA savage!\u201d he exclaimed in a terrified whisper.It seemed to Sam Weller at that moment that no word had ever sounded\nmore musically in his ears.The expression told him that a third element\nhad entered into the situation.He believed from recent experiences that\nthe savages who had been seen at the edge of the forest were not exactly\nfriendly to the two white men.Whether or not they would come to his\nassistance was an open question, but at least there was a chance of\ntheir creating a diversion in his favor.\u201cHow do you know the shadow is that of a savage?\u201d asked Sam.The prisoner pointed to the wide doorway and crowded back behind his\ncaptor.There, plainly revealed in the moonlight, were the figures of\ntwo brawny native Indians!Mary moved to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.Felix was approaching the entrance with a\nconfident step, and the two watchers saw him stop for an instant and\naddress a few words to one of the Indians.The next moment the smile on\nthe fellow\u2019s face shifted to a set expression of terror.Before he could utter another word, he received a blow on the head which\nstretched him senseless on the smooth marble.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the bathroom.\"I hate 'we'll see's'!\"Patience declared, reaching so far over after a\nparticularly tempting berry, that she lost her balance, and fell face\ndown among them.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the kitchen.she sighed, as her sister came to her assistance,\n\"something always seems to happen clean-apron afternoon!Paul,\nwouldn't it be a 'good time,' if Miranda would agree not to scold 'bout\nperfectly unavoidable accidents once this whole summer?\"John grabbed the football there.\"Who's to do the deciding as to the unavoidableness?\"\"Come on, Patience, we've got about all the ripe ones, and it must be\ntime for you to lay the supper-table.\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.\"Not laying supper-tables would be another good time,\" Patience\nanswered.John discarded the football.John grabbed the football there.\"We did get enough, didn't we?John went back to the bedroom.\"I wonder,\" Pauline said, more as if speaking to herself, \"whether\nmaybe mother wouldn't think it good to have Jane in now and then--for\nextra work?Sandra went to the office.She likes to work with Miranda--she says\nMiranda's such a nice lady.\"I'm thinking about other things just now.\"Mary moved to the garden.\"I  don't--There's  mother.Daniel went to the bathroom.Goodness, Miranda's got the cloth on", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "To Patience's astonishment, nothing was said at supper, either of Uncle\nPaul's letter, or the wonderful things it was to lead to.John took the football there.Shaw\nkept his wife engaged with parish subjects and Pauline appeared lost in\nthoughts of her own.John put down the football.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the garden.Patience fidgeted as openly as she dared.Daniel journeyed to the office.Of all\nqueer grown-ups--and it looked as though most grown-ups were more or\nless queer--father was certainly the queerest.Of course, he knew\nabout the letter; and how could he go on talking about stupid,\nuninteresting matters--like the Ladies' Aid and the new hymn books?Mary journeyed to the hallway.John moved to the bathroom.Even the first strawberries of the season passed unnoticed, as far as\nhe was concerned, though Mrs.Shaw gave Patience a little smiling nod,\nin recognition of them.\"Mother,\" Pauline exclaimed, the moment her father had gone back to his\nstudy, \"I've been thinking--Suppose we get Hilary to pretend--that\ncoming home is coming to a _new_ place?John travelled to the bedroom.John got the football there.We'll think up all the interesting things to do, that we can, and\nthe pretty places to show her.\"\"That would be a good plan, Pauline.\"Sandra moved to the office.\"And if she's company, she'll have to have the spare room,\" Patience\nadded.\"Only, mother, Hilary doesn't\nlike the spare room; she says it's the dreariest room in the house.\"\"If she's company, she'll have to pretend to like it, it wouldn't be\ngood manners not to,\" Patience observed.John grabbed the milk there.The prospect opening out\nahead of them seemed full of delightful possibilities.John left the football.\"I hope Miranda\ncatches on to the game, and gives us pound-cake and hot biscuits for\nsupper ever so often, and doesn't call me to do things, when I'm busy\nentertaining 'the company.'\"\"Mother,\" Pauline broke in--\"do keep quiet.John put down the milk.Impatience--couldn't we do\nthe spare room over--there's that twenty-five dollars?Mary went back to the bedroom.\"We might make some alterations, dear--at least.\"\"We'll take stock the first thing to-morrow morning.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.I suppose we\ncan't really start in before Monday.\"\"Hardly, seeing that it is Friday night.\"Sandra went to the kitchen.They were still talking this new idea over, though Patience had been\nsent to bed, when Mr.Shaw came in from a visit to a sick parishioner.Daniel went back to the garden.\"We've got the most beautiful scheme on hand, father,\" Pauline told\nhim, wheeling forward his favorite chair.She hoped he would sit down\nand talk things over with them, instead ofJohn took the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.John travelled to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"New schemes appear to be rampant these days,\" Mr.Mary grabbed the apple there.Shaw said, but he\nsettled himself comfortably in the big chair, quite as though he meant\nto stay with them.He listened, while Pauline explained, really listened, instead of\nmerely seeming to.John took the milk there.\"It does appear an excellent idea,\" he said; \"but\nwhy should it be Hilary only, who is to try to see Winton with new eyes\nthis summer?Maybe Uncle Paul's thought isn't such a bad one, after all.\"\"Paul always believed in developing the opportunities nearest hand,\"\nMr.He stroked the head Towser laid against his knee.Mary travelled to the office.Mary discarded the apple.\"Your mother and I will be the gainers--if we keep all our girls at\nhome, and still achieve the desired end.\"Sandra grabbed the apple there.John dropped the milk.Daniel travelled to the office.How could she have thought him\nunheeding--indifferent?\"Somehow, I think it will work out all right,\" she said.John picked up the milk there.\"Anyhow,\nwe're going to try it, aren't we.Patience thinks it the\nbest idea ever, there'll be no urging needed there.\"Pauline went up to bed that night feeling strangely happy.For one\nthing the uncertainty was over, and if they set to work to make this\nsummer full of interest, to break up the monotony and routine that\nHilary found so irksome, the result must be satisfactory.And lastly,\nthere was the comforting conviction, that whatever displeasure her\nfather had felt at first, at her taking the law into her own hands in\nsuch unforeseen fashion, had disappeared now; and he was not going to\nstay \"outside of things,\" that was sure.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Pauline ran up-stairs\nto the spare room.Sandra grabbed the football there.She threw open the shutters of the four windows,\nletting in the fresh morning air.John left the milk.The side windows faced west, and\nlooked out across the pleasant tree-shaded yard to the church; those at\nthe front faced south, overlooking the broad village street.In the bright sunlight, the big square room stood forth in all its prim\norderliness.\"It is ugly,\" Pauline decided, shaking her head\ndisapprovingly, but it had possibilities.John took the milk there.Sandra discarded the football.Sandra took the football there.\"The body--oh, yes--certainly.\"\"I buried it myself--it was suthin too awful!--and the gang would have\nbeen sure to have found it, and the empty belt.John moved to the kitchen.It was not a time for strictly grammatical negatives, and I am\nafraid that the girl's characteristically familiar speech, even when\npathetically corrected here and there by the influence of the convent,\nendeared her the more to him.Sandra left the apple.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Daniel went to the bedroom.And when she said, \"And now, Mr.EdwardMary got the apple there.Mary left the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John moved to the bathroom.They talked for an hour, more or less continuously, until they were\nsurprised by a discreet cough and the entrance of Mrs.Daniel picked up the football there.Then\nthere was more talk, and the discovery that Mr.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Brice was long due at\nthe office.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra put down the milk.\"Ye might drop in, now and then, whenever ye feel like it, and Flo is at\nhome,\" suggested Mrs.John travelled to the hallway.Brice DID drop in frequently during the next month.\"And now--ez\neverything is settled and in order, Mr.Brice, and ef you should be\nwantin' to say anything about it to your bosses at the office, ye may\nmention MY name ez Flo Dimwood's second cousin, and say I'm a depositor\nin their bank.Sandra went back to the bathroom.And,\" with greater deliberation, \"ef anything at any time\nshould be thrown up at ye for marryin' a niece o' Snapshot Harry's, ye\nmight mention, keerless like, that Snapshot Harry, under the name o'\nHenry J. Dimwood, has held shares in their old bank for years!\"A TREASURE OF THE REDWOODS\n\n\nPART I\n\nMr.John went back to the bedroom.Jack Fleming stopped suddenly before a lifeless and decaying\nredwood-tree with an expression of disgust and impatience.It was the\nvery tree he had passed only an hour before, and he now knew he had been\ndescribing that mysterious and hopeless circle familiar enough to those\nlost in the woods.There was no mistaking the tree, with its one broken branch which\ndepended at an angle like the arm of a semaphore; nor did it relieve\nhis mind to reflect that his mishap was partly due to his own foolish\nabstraction.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel put down the football.He was returning to camp from a neighboring mining town,\nand while indulging in the usual day-dreams of a youthful prospector,\nhad deviated from his path in attempting to make a short cut through the\nforest.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Daniel went to the garden.He had lost the sun, his only guide, in the thickly interlaced\nboughs above him, which suffused though the long columnar vault only\na vague, melancholy twilight.Daniel picked up the football there.He had evidently penetrated some unknown\nseclusion, absolutely primeval and untrodden.Mary moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The thick layers of\ndecaying bark and the desiccated dust of ages deadened his footfall and\ninvested the gloom with a profound silence.As he stood for a moment or two, irresolute, his ear, by this time\nattuned to the stillness, caught the faint but distinct lap and trickle\nof water.Daniel grabbed the milk there.He was hot and thirsty, and turned instinctively in that\ndirection.Daniel moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the garden.A very few paces brought him to a fallen tree; at the foot of\nSandra moved to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the bedroom.A pool of cool and clear water, formed by the disruption of the soil,\noverflowed, and after a few yards sank again in the sodden floor.Daniel moved to the hallway.As he drank and bathed his head and hands in this sylvan basin, he\nnoticed the white glitter of a quartz ledge in its depths, and was\nconsiderably surprised and relieved to find, hard by, an actual outcrop\nof that rock through the thick carpet of bark and dust.This betokened\nthat he was near the edge of the forest or some rocky opening.John went to the kitchen.He\nfancied that the light grew clearer beyond, and the presence of a few\nfronds of ferns confirmed him in the belief that he was approaching a\ndifferent belt of vegetation.Presently he saw the vertical beams of the\nsun again piercing the opening in the distance.With this prospect of\nspeedy deliverance from the forest at last secure, he did not hurry\nforward, but on the contrary coolly retraced his footsteps to the spring\nagain.John got the milk there.The fact was that the instincts and hopes of the prospector were\nstrongly dominant in him, and having noticed the quartz ledge and the\ncontiguous outcrop, he determined to examine them more closely.Mary travelled to the kitchen.He\nhad still time to find his way home, and it might not be so easy to\npenetrate the wilderness again.Unfortunately, he had neither pick, pan,\nnor shovel with him, but a very cursory displacement of the soil around\nthe spring and at the outcrop with his hands showed him the usual red\nsoil and decomposed quartz which constituted an \"indication.\"Yet none\nknew better than himself how disappointing and illusive its results\noften were, and he regretted that he had not a pan to enable him to test\nthe soil by washing it at the spring.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.If there were only a miner's cabin\nhandy, he could easily borrow what he wanted.It was just the usual\nluck,--\"the things a man sees when he hasn't his gun with him!\"He turned impatiently away again in the direction of the opening.When\nhe reached it, he found himself on a rocky hillside sloping toward a\nsmall green valley.Mary went to the garden.A light smoke curled above a clump of willows; it\nwas from the chimney of a low dwelling, but a second glance told him\nthat it was no miner's cabin.There was a larger clearing around the\nhouse, and some rude attempt at cultivation in a roughly fenced area.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Nevertheless, he determined to try his luck in borrowing a pick and pan\nthere; at the worst he could inquire his way to the main road again.A hurried scramble down the hill brought him to the dwelling,--a\nrambling addition of sheds to the usual log cabin.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.But he was surprised\nto find that its exterior, and indeed the palings of the fence around\nit, were covered with the stretched and drying skins of animals.John dropped the milk.I think that numbers of our free <Daniel travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.The best way that occurs to me\nis for Congress to give them their passage to New Orleans, then for them\nto hire themselves out to the planters for one or two years; they would\nby this means learn plantation business, after which to place them on a\ntract of land as before mentioned.Daniel got the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.A great many good things may now be\ndone; and I please myself with the idea of suggesting my thoughts to\nyou.\"Old Captain Landais who lives at Brooklyn on Long Island opposite\nNew York calls sometimes to see me.Sandra went back to the hallway.He is a very\nrespectable old man.Daniel put down the football there.I wish something had been done for him in Congress\non his petition; for I think something is due to him, nor do I see how\nthe Statute of limitation can consistently apply to him.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.The law in John\nAdams's administration, which cut off all commerce and communication\nwith france, cut him off from the chance of coming to America to put\nin his claim.Mary went back to the office.I suppose that the claims of some of our merchants on\nEngland, france and Spain is more than 6 or 7 years standing yet no\nlaw of limitation, that I know of take place between nations or between\nindividuals of different nations.Mary moved to the kitchen.John travelled to the bathroom.I consider a statute of limitation to\nbe a domestic law, and can only have a domestic operation.Mary moved to the office.Miller,\none of the New York Senators in Congress, knows Landais and can give you\nan account of him.Mary got the apple there.\"Concerning my former letter, on Domingo, I intended had I come to\nWashington to have talked with Pichon about it--if you had approved that\nmethod, for it can only be brought forward in an indirect way.The two\nEmperors are at too great a distance in objects and in colour to have\nany intercourse but by Fire and Sword, yet something I think might be\ndone.It is time I should close this long epistle.Paine made but a brief stay in New York (where he boarded with William\nCarver).His next letter (April 22d) is from New Rochelle, written to\nJohn Fellows, an auctioneer in New York City, one of his most faithful\nfriends.Daniel moved to the office.\"Citizen: I send this by the N. Rochelle boat and have desired the\nboatman to call on you with it.He is to bring up Bebia and Thomas and I\nwill be obliged to you to see them safe on board.The boat will leave N.\nY. on friday.Daniel got the milk there.Mary went back to the garden.Daniel left the milk.\"I have left my pen knife at Carver's.It is, I believe, in the writing\ndesk.It is a small french pen knife that slides into the handle.I wish\nCarver would look behind the chest in the bed room.I miss some papers\nthat I suppose are fallen down thereJohn travelled to the office.Mary put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the garden.The boys will bring up with them\none pair of the blankets Mrs.Sandra picked up the apple there.John journeyed to the office.Bonneville took down and also my best\nblanket which is at Carver's.--I send enclosed three dollars for a ream\nof writing paper and one dollar for some letter paper, and porterage to\nthe boat.I wish you to give the boys some good advice when you go with\nthem, and tell them that the better they behave the better it will be\nfor them.I am now their only dependance, and they ought to know it.of the Prospect, while I was at Carver's, are left there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary took the football there.since I came to New\nRochelle.\"'The Thomas mentioned in this letter was Paine's godson, and \"Bebia\" was\nBenjamin,--the late Brigadier-General Bonneville, U. S. A. The third\nson, Louis, had been sent to his father in France.Mary discarded the football.The _Prospect_ was\nElihu Palmer's rationalistic paper.Early in this year a series of charges affecting Jefferson's public and\nprivate character were published by one Hulbert, on the authority of\nThomas Turner of Virginia.Mary grabbed the football there.Beginning with an old charge of cowardice,\nwhile Governor (of which Jefferson had been acquitted by the Legislature\nof Virginia), the accusation proceeded to instances of immorality,\npersons and places being named.John got the milk there.The following letter from New Rochelle,\nJuly 19th, to John Fellows enclosed Paine's reply, which appeared in the\n_American Citizen_, July 23d and 24th:\n\n     * This letter is in the possession of Mr.Grenville Kane,\n     Tuxedo, N. Y.\"Citizen--I inclose you two pieces for Cheetham's paper, which I wish\nyou to give to him yourself.in one daily paper,\nand the other number in the next daily paper, and then both in his\ncountry paper.Mary left the football there.There has been a great deal of anonimous (sic) abuse\nthrown out in the federal papers against Mr.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John travelled to the garden.Jefferson, but until some\nnames could be got hold of it was fighting the air to take any notice\nof them.We have now got hold of two names, your townsman Hulbert, the\nhypocritical Infidel of Sheffield, and Thomas Turner of Virginia, his\ncorrespondent.I have already given Hulbert a basting with my name\nto it, because he made use of my name in his speech in the Mass.Turner has not given me the same cause in the letter he\nwrote (and evidently) to Hulbert, and which Hulbert, (for it could be\nno other person) has published in the Repertory to vindicate himself.Daniel went to the hallway.Jefferson, and I have taken\nthem up one by one, which is the first time the opportunity has offered\nfor doing it; for before this it was promiscuous", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "I have not\nsigned it either with my name or signature (Common Sense) because I\nfound myself obliged, in order to made such scoundrels feel a little\nsmart, to go somewhat out of my usual manner of writing, but there are\nsome sentiments and some expressions that will be supposed to be in my\nstile, and I have no objection to that supposition, but I do not wish\nMr.Jefferson to be _obliged_ to know it is from me.\"Since receiving your letter, which contained no direct information of\nany thing I wrote to you about, I have written myself to Mr.Barrett\naccompanied with a piece for the editor of the Baltimore Evening Post,\nwho is an acquaintance of his, but I have received no answer from Mr.B., neither has the piece been published in the Evening Post.I will be\nobliged to you to call on him & to inform me about it.\"If it were\nsummer,\" she said, \"and I were sitting on the hill, I think I could\nsing a song.\"He smiled gladly, and asked, \"What would it be about?\"\"About something bright; about--well, I hardly know what myself.\"Daniel moved to the hallway.He rose in glad excitement; but, on second thoughts,\nsat down again.Mary went back to the kitchen.John got the milk there.\"I sang to you when you asked me.\"John put down the milk.\"Yes, I know you did; but I can't tell you this; no!\"Eli, do you think I would laugh at the little verse you have made?\"John got the milk there.\"No, I don't think you would, Arne; but it isn't anything I've made\nmyself.\"\"Oh, it's by somebody else then?\"\"Then, you can surely say it to me.\"\"No, no, I can't; don't ask me again, Arne!\"Mary went back to the garden.The last words were almost inaudible; it seemed as if she had hidden\nher head under the bedclothes.John went back to the bedroom.\"Eli, now you're not kind to me as I was to you,\" he said, rising.Mary picked up the football there.\"But, Arne, there's a difference... you don't understand me... but\nit was... I don't know... another time... don't be offended with\nme, Arne!Though he asked, he did not believe she was.She still wept; he\nfelt he must draw nearer or go quite away.But he did not know what to say more, and\nwas silent.John went to the office.\"It's something--\"\n\nHis voice trembled, and he stopped.John left the milk.\"You mustn't refuse... I would ask you....\"\n\n\"Is it the song?\"\"No... Eli, I wish so much....\" He heard her breathing fast and\ndeeply... \"I wish so much... to hold one of your hands.\"She did not answer; he listened intently--drew nearer, and clasped a\nwarm little hand which lay on the coverlet.Mary went to the bedroom.John went to the bedroom.Then steps were heard coming up-stairs; they", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "It was the mother,\nwho came in with a light.\"I think you're sitting too long in the\ndark,\" she said, putting the candlestick on the table.But neither\nEli nor Arne could bear the light; she turned her face to the pillow,\nand he shaded his eyes with his hand.\"Well, it pains a little at\nfirst, but it soon passes off,\" said the mother.Mary journeyed to the office.Arne looked on the floor for something which he had not dropped, and\nthen went down-stairs.The next day, he heard that Eli intended to come down in the\nafternoon.He put his tools together, and said good-bye.When she\ncame down he had gone.MARGIT CONSULTS THE CLERGYMAN.Up between the mountains, the spring comes late.The post, who in\nwinter passes along the high-road thrice a week, in April passes only\nonce; and the highlanders know then that outside, the snow is\nshovelled away, the ice broken, the steamers are running, and the\nplough is struck into the earth.Here, the snow still lies six feet\ndeep; the cattle low in their stalls; the birds arrive, but feel cold\nand hide themselves.Occasionally some traveller arrives, saying he\nhas left his carriage down in the valley; he brings flowers, which he\nexamines; he picked them by the wayside.The people watch the advance\nof the season, talk over their matters, and look up at the sun and\nround about, to see how much he is able to do each day.They scatter\nashes on the snow, and think of those who are now picking flowers.It was at this time of year, old Margit Kampen went one day to the\nparsonage, and asked whether she might speak to \"father.\"She was\ninvited into the study, where the clergyman,--a slender, fair-haired,\ngentle-looking man, with large eyes and spectacles,--received her\nkindly, recognized her, and asked her to sit down.\"Is there something the matter with Arne again?\"he inquired, as if\nArne had often been a subject of conversation between them.I haven't anything wrong to say about him; but yet\nit's so sad,\" said Margit, looking deeply grieved.I can hardly think he'll even stay with me till\nspring comes up here.\"\"But he has promised never to go away from you.\"\"That's true; but, dear me!Sandra picked up the milk there.he must now be his own master; and if his\nmind's set upon going away, go, he must.John went back to the kitchen.\"Well, after all, I don't think he will leave you.\"Sandra got the apple there.Mary got the football there.\"Well, perhaps not; but still, if he isn't happy at home?am I then\nto have it upon my conscience that I stand in his way?Mary went back to the garden.Sometimes I\nfeel as if I ought even to ask him to leave.\"\"How do you know he is longing now, more than ever?\"Since the middle of the winter, he hasn't\nworked out in the", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went back to the office.He scarcely ever\ntalks now while he is at work, but he often used to do.Mary went back to the hallway.He'll sit for\nhours alone at the little up-stairs window, looking towards the\nravine, and away over the mountains; he'll sit there all Sunday\nafternoon, and often when it's moonlight he sits there till late in\nthe night.\"\"Yes, of course, he reads and sings to me every Sunday; but he seems\nrather in a hurry, save now and then when he gives almost too much of\nthe thing.\"Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"Does he never talk over matters with you then?\"Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.\"Well, yes; but it's so seldom that I sit and weep alone between\nwhiles.Then I dare say he notices it, for he begins talking, but\nit's only about trifles; never about anything serious.\"Sandra got the milk there.The Clergyman walked up and down the room; then he stopped and asked,\n\"But why, then, don't you talk to him about his matters?\"Mary moved to the office.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went to the bathroom.For a long while she gave no answer; she sighed several times, looked\ndownwards and sideways, doubled up her handkerchief, and at last\nsaid, \"I've come here to speak to you, father, about something that's\na great burden on my mind.\"\"Speak freely; it will relieve you.\"Sandra went to the office.\"Yes, I know it will; for I've borne it alone now these many years,\nand it grows heavier each year.\"John journeyed to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"Well, what is it, my good Margit?\"There was a pause, and then she said, \"I've greatly sinned against my\nson.\"The Clergyman came close to her; \"Confess it,\" he\nsaid; \"and we will pray together that it may be forgiven.\"Daniel moved to the office.Mary went back to the office.One street car in Cape Town was for a long time distinguished because of\nits many American features.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.The Philadelphia-made car was propelled\nover Pittsburg tracks by means of the power passing through Wilkesbarre\nwires, and the human agencies that controlled it were a Boston motorman\nand a San Francisco conductor.It might not be pursuing the subject too\nfar to add that of the twelve passengers in the car on a certain journey\nten were Americans, representing eight different States.Sandra went back to the office.One of the first railroads in South Africa--that which leads from\nLorenzo Marques to the Transvaal border--was built by an American, a Mr.Daniel moved to the kitchen.John took the football there.Murdock, while American material entered largely into the construction\nof the more extensive roads from the coast to the interior.American\nrails are more quickly and more cheaply[#] obtainable in South Africa\nthan those of EnglishJohn left the football.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Notwithstanding the efforts of the influential Englishmen to secure\nBritish manufactures wherever and whenever possible, American firms have\nrecently secured the contracts for forty thousand tons of steel rails\nfor the Cape Colony Railway system, and the prospects are that more\norders of a similar nature will be forthcoming.Sandra went back to the kitchen.John picked up the milk there.John left the milk.[#] \"But the other day we gave an order for two hundred and fifty miles\nof rails.Sandra went to the garden.Mary went to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the garden.We had a large number of tenders, and the lowest tender, you\nmay be sorry to hear, was sent by an American, Mr.Sandra took the football there.Fortunately, however, the tender was not in order, and we were therefore\nable to give the work to our own people.It may be said that this\nAmerican tender was a question of workmen and strikes.\"Daniel moved to the kitchen.--Cecil J.\nRhodes, at a meeting of the stockholders of the Cape-Cairo Railway,\nLondon, May 2, 1899.It is not in the sale of steel rails alone that the American\nmanufacturer is forging ahead of his competitors in South Africa.John took the milk there.American manufactured wares of all kinds are in demand, and in many\ninstances they are leaders in the market.John put down the milk there.Especially true is this of\nAmerican agricultural implements, which are so much more adaptable to\nthe soil and much cheaper than any other make.Small stores in the\nfarming communities of Natal and Cape Colony sell American ploughshares,\nspades, forks, rakes, and hoes almost exclusively, and it amazes the\ntraveller to find that almost every plough and reaper used by the more\nprogressive agriculturists bears the imprint \"Made in the United\nStates.\"It is a strange fact that, although South Africa has vast areas covered\nwith heavy timber, almost all the lumber used in the mining districts is\ntransported thither from Puget Sound.John went to the bathroom.Sandra put down the football.The native timber being unsuited\nfor underground purposes and difficult of access, all the mine owners\nare obliged to import every foot of wood used in constructing surface\nand underground works of their mines, and at great expense, for to the\noriginal cost of the timber is added the charges arising from the sea\nand land transportation, import duties, and handling.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.John journeyed to the office.John grabbed the apple there.The docks at Cape\nTown almost all the year round contain one or more lumber vessels from\nPuget Sound, and upon several occasions five such vessels were being\nunloaded at the same time.John travelled to the bathroom.John left the apple there.Daniel went to the bathroom.American coal, too, has secured a foothold in South Africa, a sample\ncargo of three thousand tons having been despatched thither at the\nbeginning of the year.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Coal of good quality is found in several parts\nof the Transvaal and Natal,Sandra moved to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Cape Colony has an extensive petroleum field, but it is in the hands of\nconcessionaires, who, for reasons of their own, refuse to develop it.Mary picked up the apple there.American and Russian petroleums are used exclusively, but the former is\npreferred, and is rapidly crowding the other out of the market.Among the many other articles of export to South Africa are flour, corn,\nbutter, potatoes, canned meats, and vegetables--all of which might be\nproduced in the country if South Africans took advantage of the\nopportunities offered by soil and Nature.American live stock has been\nintroduced into the country since the rinderpest disease destroyed\nalmost all of the native cattle, and with such successful results that\nseveral Western firms have established branches in Cape Town, and are\nsending thither large cargoes of mules, horses, cattle, and sheep.Cecil J. Rhodes has recently stocked his immense Rhodesian farm with\nAmerican live stock, and, as his example is generally followed\nthroughout the country, a decided increase in the live-stock export\ntrade is anticipated.Statistics only can give an adequate idea of American trade with South\nAfrica; but even these are not reliable, for the reason that a large\npercentage of the exports sent to the country are ordered through London\nfirms, and consequently do not appear in the official figures.As a\ncriterion of what the trade amounts to, it will only be necessary to\nquote a few statistics, which, however, do not represent the true totals\nfor the reason given.Mary dropped the apple.Daniel went back to the garden.The estimated value of the exports and the\npercentage increase of each year's business over that of the preceding\nyear is given, in order that a true idea of the growth of American trade\nwith South Africa may be formed:\n\n    YEAR.None of your\ntuppenny beauties would wear so many diamonds in the middle of the day.\"Mary journeyed to the office.John got the football there.\"Do you mean to say there's more?\"Mary went back to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the milk there.\"She talked of nothing but dukes, and marquises, and counts, and very\nrich gentlemen, who visit at her house, and are her most intimate\nfriends; and then, when she saw the summer house in the park, half-burnt\nby the Prussians, which our late master never rebuilt, she asked, 'What\nare those ruins there?'John travelled to the bedroom.John moved to the hallway.John discarded the football.and I answered: 'Madame, it was in the time of\nthe Allies that the pavilion was burnt.'--'Oh, my clear,' cried she; 'our\nallies, good, dear allies!Daniel dropped the milk.So\nyou see, Dupont, I said to myself directly: 'She was no doubt one of the\nnoble women who fled abroad--'\"\n\n\"Madame de la Sainte-Colombe!\"cried the bailiff, laughing heartily.\"Oh,\nmy poor, poor wife!\"John got the football there.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"Oh, it is all very well; but", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"Catherine, let's drop it: you will make me say some folly, and there are\ncertain things which dear, good creatures like you need never know.\"Sandra travelled to the bathroom.\"I cannot tell what you are driving at, only try to be less\nslanderous--for, after all, should Madame de la Sainte-Colombe buy the\nestate, will you be sorry to remain as her bailiff, eh?\"\"Not I--for we are getting old, my good Catherine; we have lived here\ntwenty years, and we have been too honest to provide for our old days by\npilfering--and truly, at our age, it would be hard to seek another place,\nwhich perhaps we should not find.What I regret is, that Mademoiselle\nAdrienne should not keep the land; it seems that she wished to sell it,\nagainst the will of the princess.\"is it not very extraordinary that Mademoiselle\nAdrienne should have the disposal of her large fortune so early in life?\"John travelled to the office.John grabbed the apple there.Sandra took the football there.Our young lady, having no father or mother, is\nmistress of her property, besides having a famous little will of her own.Dost remember, ten years ago, when the count brought her down here one\nsummer?--what an imp of mischief!eh?--how they\nsparkled, even then!\"Sandra dropped the football there.Sandra took the football there.\"It is true that Mademoiselle Adrienne had in her look--an expression--a\nvery uncommon expression for her age.\"Daniel moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the garden.\"If she has kept what her witching, luring face promised, she must be\nvery pretty by this time, notwithstanding the peculiar color of her\nhair--for, between ourselves, if she had been a tradesman's daughter,\ninstead of a young lady of high birth, they would have called it red.\"John put down the apple.Heaven forbid--I always thought\nthat she would be as good as pretty, and it is not speaking ill of her to\nsay she has red hair.Sandra went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John picked up the apple there.On the contrary, it always appears to me so fine,\nso bright, so sunny, and to suit so well her snowy complexion and black\neyes, that in truth I would not have had it other than it was; and I am\nsure, that now this very color of her hair, which would be a blemish in\nany one else, must only add to the charm of Mademoiselle Adrienne's face.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra went to the bedroom.John put down the apple.She must have such a sweet vixen look!\"John grabbed the apple there.John left the apple there.to be candid, she really was a vixen--always running about the park,\naggravating her governess, climbing the trees--in fact, playing all\nmanner of naughty tricks.\"Sandra left the football there.\"I grant you, Madem", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Once I remember she gave her shawl and her\nnew merino frock to a poor little beggar girl, and came back to the house\nin her petticoat, and bare arms.\"John travelled to the office.\"Oh, an excellent heart--but headstrong--terribly headstrong!\"\"Yes--that she was; and 'tis likely to finish badly, for it seems that\nshe does things at Paris--oh!such things--\"\n\n\"What things?\"Daniel went back to the garden.John went back to the kitchen.\"Oh, my dear; I can hardly venture--\"\n\n\"Fell, but what are they?\"\"Why,\" said the worthy dame, with a sort of embarrassment and confusion,\nwhich showed how much she was shocked by such enormities, \"they say, that\nMademoiselle Adrienne never sets foot in a church, but lives in a kind of\nheathen temple in her aunt's garden, where she has masked women to dress\nher up like a goddess, and scratches them very often, because she gets\ntipsy--without mentioning, that every night she plays on a hunting horn\nof massive gold--all which causes the utmost grief and despair to her\npoor aunt the princess.\"Daniel went back to the hallway.Here the bailiff burst into a fit of laughter, which interrupted his\nwife.\"Now tell me,\" said he, when this first access of hilarity was over,\n\"where did you get these fine stories about Mademoiselle Adrienne?\"Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"From Rene's wife, who went to Paris to look for a child to nurse; she\ncalled at Saint-Dizier House, to see Madame Grivois, her godmother.--Now\nMadame Grivois is first bedchamber woman to the princess--and she it was\nwho told her all this--and surely she ought to know, being in the house.\"Daniel moved to the bedroom.\"Yes, a fine piece of goods that Grivois!John grabbed the football there.Daniel journeyed to the garden.once she was a regular bad 'un,\nbut now she professes to be as over-nice as her mistress; like master\nlike man, they say.The princess herself, who is now so stiff and\nstarched, knew how to carry on a lively game in her time.John put down the football.John took the apple there.Fifteen years\nago, she was no such prude: do you remember that handsome colonel of\nhussars, who was in garrison at Abbeville?John journeyed to the office.an exiled noble who had served\nin Russia, whom the Bourbons gave a regiment on the Restoration?\"Mary journeyed to the hallway.\"Yes, yes--I remember him; but you are really too backbiting.\"Mary journeyed to the kitchen.John picked up the milk there.\"Not a bit--I only speak the truth.The colonel spent his whole time\nhere, and every one said he was very warm with this same princess, who is\nnow such a saint.Every evening, some new\nentertainment at the chateau.What a fellow that colonel was, to set\nthings going; how well he could act a play!--I remember--", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "''Ear, 'ear,' said everybody except Crass and Slyme, who were both\nthrifty working men, and each of them had some money saved in one or\nother of the institutions mentioned.'Then that means,' said Owen, 'that means that the wages the people in\ndivision four receive is not equivalent to the work they do.'Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.'Why the 'ell don't yer talk\nplain English without draggin' in a lot of long words wot nobody can't\nunderstand?'Daniel travelled to the hallway.'I mean this,' replied Owen, speaking very slowly.Mary moved to the bathroom.'Everything is\nproduced by the people in number four.In return for their work they\nare given--Money, and the things they have made become the property of\nthe people who do nothing.Daniel picked up the apple there.Then, as the money is of no use, the\nworkers go to shops and give it away in exchange for some of the things\nthey themselves have made.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary picked up the football there.They spend--or give back--ALL their wages;\nbut as the money they got as wages is not equal in value to the things\nthey produced, they find that they are only able to buy back a VERY\nSMALL PART.Sandra went back to the hallway.Daniel discarded the apple.So you see that these little discs of metal--this\nMoney--is a device for enabling those who do not work to rob the\nworkers of the greater part of the fruits of their toil.'Mary moved to the office.The silence that ensued was broken by Crass.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.'It sounds very pretty,' he sneered, 'but I can't make no 'ead or tail\nof it, meself.'Sandra left the apple there.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Daniel took the apple there.'The producing class--these people in number\nfour are supposed to be paid for their work.Their wages are supposed\nto be equal in value to their work.If it were, by\nspending all their wages, the producing class would be able to buy back\nAll they had produced.'Owen ceased speaking and silence once more ensued.Daniel moved to the kitchen.No one gave any\nsign of understanding, or of agreeing or of disagreeing with what he\nhad said.Daniel went to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Barrington's pipe had\ngone out during the argument.He relit it from the fire with a piece\nof twisted paper.'If their wages were really equal in value to the product of their\nlabour,' Owen repeated, 'they would be able to buy back not a small\npart--but the Whole.'...Daniel dropped the apple.At this, a remark from Bundy caused a shout of laughter, and when\nWantley added point to the joke by making a sound like the discharge of\na pistol the merriment increased tenfold.'Well, that's done it,' remarked Easton, as he got up and opened the\nwindow.'It's about time you was buried, if the smell's anything to go by,'\nsaid Harlow, addressing Wantley, who laughed and appeared to think he\nhad distinguished himself", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "'But even if we include the whole of the working classes,' continued\nOwen, 'that is, the people in number three as well as those in number\nfour, we find that their combined wages are insufficient to buy the\nthings made by the producers.The total value of the wealth produced\nin this country during the last year was L1,800,000,000, and the total\namount paid in wages during the same period was only L600,000,000.In\nother words, by means of the Money Trick, the workers were robbed of\ntwo-thirds of the value of their labour.All the people in numbers\nthree and four are working and suffering and starving and fighting in\norder that the rich people in numbers one and two may live in luxury,\nand do nothing.These are the wretches who cause poverty: they not\nonly devour or waste or hoard the things made by the worker, but as\nsoon as their own wants are supplied--they compel the workers to cease\nworking and prevent them producing the things they need.Sandra moved to the bathroom.cried Owen, his usually pale face flushing red and his eyes\nshining with sudden anger,'most of these people do not deserve to be\ncalled human beings at all!They know that whilst\nthey are indulging in pleasures of every kind--all around them men and\nwomen and little children are existing in want or dying of hunger.'Mary picked up the milk there.The silence which followed was at length broken by Harlow:\n\n'You say the workers is entitled to all they produce, but you forget\nthere's the raw materials to pay for.'Of course the workers don't create the raw materials,' replied Owen.'But I am not aware that the capitalists or the landlords do so either.The raw materials exist in abundance in and on the earth, but they are\nof no use until labour has been applied to them.'Mary picked up the apple there.'But then, you see, the earth belongs to the landlords!'Mary moved to the kitchen.cried Crass,\nunguardedly.'I know that; and of course you think it's right that the whole country\nshould belong to a few people--'\n\n'I must call the lecturer to horder,' interrupted Philpot.'The land\nquestion is not before the meeting at present.''You talk about the producers being robbed of most of the value of what\nthey produce,' said Harlow, 'but you must remember that it ain't all\nproduced by hand labour.Sandra moved to the hallway.What about the things what's made by\nmachinery?''The machines themselves were made by the workers,' returned Owen, 'but\nof course they do not belong to the workers, who have been robbed of\nthem by means of the Money Trick.'Mary dropped the apple.'That's more than you or I or anyone else can say,' returned Owen, 'but\nit certainly wasn't the wealthy loafer class, or the landlords, or the\nemployers.Most of the men who invented the machinery lived and died\nunknown, in poverty and often in actual want.The inventors too were\nrobbed by the exploiter-of-labour class.There are no men living at\npresent who can justly claim to have invented the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The most they can truthfully say is that they have added to or\nimproved upon the ideas of those who lived and worked before them.Daniel moved to the garden.Even Watt and Stevenson merely improved upon steam engines and\nlocomotives already existing.Daniel went back to the bedroom.\"My name is Harry West, marm; and I come to see if you wanted\nanything,\" added Harry.\"We want a great many things,\" sighed she.Mary went to the office.\"Can you tell me where my\nhusband is?\"Mary went to the bedroom.\"I can't; he hasn't been at the stable to-day.\"Mary moved to the garden.John went to the hallway.and I will do\neverything I can for you.\"Daniel went back to the kitchen.When her mother sobbed, the lame girl sat down on the bed and cried\nbitterly.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the bedroom.John went to the bathroom.Harry's tender heart was melted; and he would have wept also\nif he had not been conscious of the high mission he had to perform;\nand he felt very grateful that he was able to dry up those tears and\ncarry gladness to those bleeding hearts.Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra left the football.\"I don't know what you can do for us,\" said the poor woman, \"though I\nam sure I am very much obliged to you.\"\"I can do a great deal, marm.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Cheer up,\" replied Harry, tenderly.John journeyed to the office.As he spoke, one of the children in the trundle bed sobbed in its\nsleep; and the poor mother's heart seemed to be lacerated by the\nsound.Daniel got the apple there.\"He had no supper but a crust of bread and a\ncup of cold water.He cried himself to sleep with cold and hunger.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"And the room is very cold,\" added Harry, glancing around him.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel discarded the apple.Our wood is all gone but two great logs.\"I worked for an hour trying to split some pieces off them,\" said\nKaty, the lame girl.\"I will fix them, marm,\" replied Harry, who felt the strength of ten\nstout men in his limbs at that moment.Katy brought him a peck basket, and Harry rushed out of the house as\nthough he had been shot.John went to the kitchen.Great deeds were before him, and he was\ninspired for the occasion.John grabbed the apple there.Placing it in a chair, he took from it a package of candles, one of\nwhich he lighted and placed in a tin candlestick on the table.Sandra journeyed to the garden.John left the apple.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"Now we have got a little light on the subject,\" said he, as he began\nto display the contents of the basket.Sandra put down the football.\"Here, Katy, is two pounds of\nmeat; here is half a pound of tea; you had better put a little in the\nteapot, and let it be steeping for your", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"You are an angel sent from\nHeaven to help us in our distress.\"\"No, marm; I ain't an angel,\" answered Harry, who seemed to feel that\nJulia Bryant had an exclusive monopoly of that appellation, so far as\nit could be reasonably applied to mortals.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel took the milk there.\"I only want to do my duty,\nmarm.\"Katy Flint was so bewildered that she could say nothing, though her\nopinion undoubtedly coincided with that of her mother.Daniel left the milk.\"Here is two loaves of bread and two dozen crackers; a pound of\nbutter; two pounds of sugar.John went to the bedroom.I will go down to Thomas's in two shakes of\na jiffy.\"Flint protested that she did not want any milk--that she could\nget along very well without it; but Harry said the children must have\nit; and, without waiting for Katy to get the pitcher, he took it from\nthe closet, and ran out of the house.When he returned he found Katy trying\nto make the teakettle boil, but with very poor success.\"Now, Katy, show me the logs, and I will soon have a fire.\"The lame girl conducted him to the cellar, where Harry found the\nremnants of the old box which Katy had tried to split.Seizing the\naxe, he struck a few vigorous blows, and the pine boards were reduced\nto a proper shape for use.Taking an armful, he returned to the\nchamber; and soon a good fire was blazing under the teakettle.John grabbed the apple there.\"There, marm, we will soon have things to rights,\" said Harry, as he\nrose from the hearth, where he had stooped down to blow the fire.\"I am sure we should have perished if you had not come,\" added Mrs.Flint, who was not disposed to undervalue Harry's good deeds.Sandra went back to the garden.\"I hope we shall be able to pay you back all the money you have spent;\nbut I don't know.Joseph has got so bad, I don't know what he is\ncoming to.Mary journeyed to the garden.He always uses me well, even when\nhe is in liquor.Nothing but drink could make him neglect us so.\"John got the milk there.John travelled to the hallway.\"It is a hard case, marm,\" added Harry.\"Very hard; he hasn't done much of anything for us this winter.I have\nbeen out to work every day till a fortnight ago, when I got sick and\ncouldn't do anything.Katy has kept us alive since then; she is a good\ngirl, and takes the whole care of Tommy and Susan.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"I don't mind that, if I only had things to do with,\" said Katy, who\nwas busy disposing of the provisions which Harry had bought.John journeyed to the office.As soon as the kettle boiled, she made tea, and prepared a little\ntoast for her mother, who, however, was too sick to take much\nnourishment.Mary went to the bedroom.\"Now, Katy, you must eat yourself,\" interposed Harry, when all", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John went back to the office.Daniel travelled to the garden.\"I can't eat,\" replied the poor girl, bursting into tears.Daniel grabbed the football there.Just then the children in the trundle bed, disturbed by the unusual\nbustle in the room, waked, and gazed with wonder at Harry, who had\nseated himself on the bed.exclaimed Katy; \"she has waked up.Villebecque, the manager of the troop, had married the actress\nStella, once celebrated for her genius and her beauty; a woman who had\nnone of the vices of her craft, for, though she was a fallen angel,\nthere were what her countrymen style extenuating circumstances in\nher declension.John journeyed to the garden.With the whole world at her feet, she had remained\nunsullied.Wealth and its enjoyments could not tempt her, although\nshe was unable to refuse her heart to one whom she deemed worthy of\npossessing it.She found her fate in an Englishman, who was the father\nof her only child, a daughter.Mary went to the garden.She thought she had met in him a hero, a\ndemi-god, a being of deep passion and original and creative mind; but\nhe was only a voluptuary, full of violence instead of feeling, and\neccentric, because he had great means with which he could gratify\nextravagant whims.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Stella found she had made the great and irretrievable\nmistake.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the office.She had exchanged devotion for a passionate and evanescent\nfancy, prompted at first by vanity, and daily dissipating under the\ninfluence of custom and new objects.John moved to the office.Though not stainless in conduct,\nStella was pure in spirit.Daniel picked up the apple there.Mary went back to the bathroom.She required that devotion which she had\nyielded; and she separated herself from the being to whom she had made\nthe most precious sacrifice.Sandra travelled to the office.He offered her the consoling compensation\nof a settlement, which she refused; and she returned with a broken\nspirit to that profession of which she was still the ornament and the\npride.The animating principle of her career was her daughter, whom she\neducated with a solicitude which the most virtuous mother could not\nsurpass.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.To preserve her from the stage, and to secure for her an\nindependence, were the objects of her mother's life; but nature\nwhispered to her, that the days of that life were already numbered.Sandra dropped the milk there.Daniel left the football.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.The exertions of her profession had alarmingly developed an inherent\ntendency to pulmonary disease.Anxious that her child should not be left\nwithout some protector, Stella yielded to the repeated solicitations\nof one who from the first had been her silent admirer, and she married\nVillebecque, a clever actor, and an enterprising man who meant to be\nsomething more.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel discarded the apple.Sandra took the milk there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the bathroom.Their union was not of long duration, though it was\nhappy on the side of Villebecque, and serene on that of his wife.Stella\nwas recalled from this world, where she had known much triumph and more\nsuffering; and where she had exercised many virtues, which elsewhere,\nthough not here, may perhaps be accepted as some palliation of one great\nerror.Villebecque acted becomingly to the young charge which Stella had\nbequeathed to him.He was himself, as we have intimated, a man of\nenterprise, a restless spirit, not content to move for ever in the\nsphere in which he was born.Vicissitudes are the lot of such aspirants.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Villebecque became manager of a small theatre, and made money.Mary went back to the office.If\nVillebecque without a sou had been a schemer, Villebecque with a small\ncapital was the very Chevalier Law of theatrical managers.He took a\nlarger theatre, and even that succeeded.Soon he was recognised as the\nlessee of more than one, and still he prospered.Villebecque began to\ndabble in opera-houses.Daniel grabbed the football there.He enthroned himself at Paris; his envoys\nwere heard of at Milan and Naples, at Berlin and St.His\ncontroversies with the Conservatoire at Paris ranked among state papers.Villebecque rolled in chariots and drove cabriolets; Villebecque gave\nrefined suppers to great nobles, who were honoured by the invitation;\nVillebecque wore a red ribbon in the button-hole of his frock, and more\nthan one cross in his gala dress.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.John took the milk there.All this time the daughter of Stella increased in years and stature,\nand we must add in goodness: a mild, soft-hearted girl, as yet with no\ndecided character, but one who loved calmness and seemed little fitted\nfor the circle in which she found herself.Mary picked up the apple there.In that circle, however,\nshe ever experienced kindness and consideration.No enterprise however\nhazardous, no management however complicated, no schemes however vast,\never for a moment induced Villebecque to forget 'La Petite.'If only for\none breathless instant, hardly a day elapsed but he saw her; she was his\ncompanion in all his rapid movements, and he studied every comfort and\nconvenience that could relieve her delicate frame in some degree from\nthe inconvenience and exhaustion of travel.He was proud to surround\nher with luxury and refinement; to supply her with the most celebrated\nmasters; to gratify every wish that she could express.But all this time Villebecque was dancing on a volcano.The catastrophe\nwhich inevitably occurs in the career of all great speculators, and\nespecially theatrical ones, arrived to him.Flushed with his prosperity,\nand confident in his constant success, nothing would satisfy him\nbut universal empire.John journeyed to the hallway.He had established his despotism at Paris, his\ndynasties at Naples and at Milan; but the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Berlin fell before a successful\ncampaign, though a costly one; but St.Petersburg and London still\nremained.Daniel went to the hallway.Mary moved to the office.Resolute and reckless, nothing deterred Villebecque.Sandra picked up the football there.Mary grabbed the milk there.One\nseason all the opera-houses in Europe obeyed his nod, and at the end\nof it he was ruined.The crash was utter, universal, overwhelming; and\nunder ordinary circumstances a French bed and a brasier of charcoal\nalone remained for Villebecque, who was equal to the occasion.Mary got the apple there.But\nthe thought of La Petite and the remembrance of his promise to Stella\ndeterred him from the deed.Sandra went back to the hallway.He reviewed his position in a spirit\nbecoming a practical philosopher.And he held the land eastwards towards Muirtown so far as Geordie,\nthe Drumtochty post, travelled every day, and could carry word that the\ndoctor was wanted.John went to the office.He did his best for the need of every man, woman and\nchild in this wild, straggling district, year in, year out, in the snow\nand in the heat, in the dark and in the light, without rest, and without\nholiday for forty years.One horse could not do the work of this man, but we liked best to see\nhim on his old white mare, who died the week after her master, and the\npassing of the two did our hearts good.Sandra left the football there.It was not that he rode\nbeautifully, for he broke every canon of art, flying with his arms,\nstooping till he seemed to be speaking into Jess's ears, and rising in\nthe saddle beyond all necessity.But he could rise faster, stay longer\nin the saddle, and had a firmer grip with his knees than any one I ever\nmet, and it was all for mercy's sake.John travelled to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the football there.When the reapers in harvest time\nsaw a figure whirling past in a cloud of dust, or the family at the foot\nof Glen Urtach, gathered round the fire on a winter's night, heard the\nrattle of a horse's hoofs on the road, or the shepherds, out after the\nsheep, traced a black speck moving across the snow to the upper glen,\nthey knew it was the doctor, and, without being conscious of it, wished\nhim God speed.Sandra went back to the office.[Illustration]\n\nBefore and behind his saddle were strapped the instruments and medicines\nthe doctor might want, for he never knew what was before him.Daniel moved to the bathroom.There were\nno specialists in Drumtochty, so this man had to do everything as best\nhe could, and as quickly.He was chest doctor and doctor for every other\norgan as well; he was accoucheur and surgeon; he was oculist and aurist;\nhe was dentist and chloroformist, besides being chemist and druggist.It was often told how he was far upSandra journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour,\" said Jamie Soutar,\nwho had been at the threshing, \"an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying\nas white as deith on the floor o' the loft, wi' his head on a sheaf, an'\nBurnbrae haudin' the bandage ticht an' prayin' a' the while, and the\nmither greetin' in the corner.Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary left the football.she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's\nfeet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air.Daniel got the football there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder\nas the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his\nhorse's mooth.wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed\nhim on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark--sic wark, neeburs--but he\ndid it weel.Mary travelled to the bathroom.An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent\naff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.\"Noo that's feenished, and his constitution 'ill dae the rest,\" and he\ncarried the lad doon the ladder in his airms like a bairn, and laid him\nin his bed, and waits aside him till he wes sleepin', and then says he:\n'Burnbrae, yir gey lad never tae say 'Collie, will yelick?'John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel put down the football.for a' hevna\ntasted meat for saxteen hoors.'Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"It was michty tae see him come intae the yaird that day, neeburs; the\nverra look o' him wes victory.\"John went to the office.Mary went to the office.Sandra went to the office.[Illustration: \"THE VERRA LOOK O' HIM WES VICTORY\"]\n\nJamie's cynicism slipped off in the enthusiasm of this reminiscence, and\nhe expressed the feeling of Drumtochty.No one sent for MacLure save in\ngreat straits, and the sight of him put courage in sinking hearts.But\nthis was not by the grace of his appearance, or the advantage of a good\nbedside manner.A tall, gaunt, loosely made man, without an ounce of\nsuperfluous flesh on his body, his face burned a dark brick color by\nconstant exposure to the weather, red hair and beard turning grey,\nhonest blue eyes that look you ever in the face, huge hands with wrist\nbones like the shank of a ham, and a voice that hurled his salutations\nacross two fields, he suggested the moor rather  than the drawing-room.But what a clever hand it was in an operation, as delicate as a woman's,\nand", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the garden.He was \"ill pitten the gither\" to\nbegin with, but many of his physical defects were the penalties of his\nwork, and endeared him to the Glen.That ugly scar that cut into his\nright eyebrow and gave him such a sinister expression, was got one night\nJess slipped on the ice and laid him insensible eight miles from home.His limp marked the big snowstorm in the fifties, when his horse missed\nthe road in Glen Urtach, and they rolled together in a drift.Sandra picked up the apple there.John journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.MacLure\nescaped with a broken leg and the fracture of three ribs, but he never\nwalked like other men again.Mary took the football there.He could not swing himself into the saddle\nwithout making two attempts and holding Jess's mane.Mary discarded the football.Mary grabbed the football there.Neither can you\n\"warstle\" through the peat bogs and snow drifts for forty winters\nwithout a touch of rheumatism.But they were honorable scars, and for\nsuch risks of life men get the Victoria Cross in other fields.John got the milk there.[Illustration: \"FOR SUCH RISKS OF LIFE MEN GET THE VICTORIA CROSS IN\nOTHER FIELDS\"]\n\nMacLure got nothing but the secret affection of the Glen, which knew\nthat none had ever done one-tenth as much for it as this ungainly,\ntwisted, battered figure, and I have  seen a Drumtochty face\nsoften at the sight of MacLure limping to his horse.Mary left the football there.Hopps earned the ill-will of the Glen for ever by criticising\nthe doctor's dress, but indeed it would have filled any townsman with\namazement.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Black he wore once a year, on Sacrament Sunday, and, if\npossible, at a funeral; topcoat or waterproof never.John travelled to the garden.They both went upon the barn steps and looked down at the cows, as\nthey passed lowing into the cattle-house.Margit named them one by\none to Eli, and told her how much milk each gave, and which would\ncalve in the summer, and which would not.Daniel went to the hallway.Mary picked up the football there.The sheep were counted and\npenned in; they were of a large foreign breed, raised from two lambs\nwhich Arne had got from the South.\"He aims at all such things,\" said\nMargit, \"though one wouldn't think it of him.\"Sandra left the apple.Then they went into\nthe barn, and looked at some hay which had been brought in, and Eli\nhad to smell it; \"for such hay isn't to be found everywhere,\" Margit\nsaid.She pointed from the barn-hatch to the fields, and told what\nkind of seed was sown on them, and how much of each kind.\"No less\nthan three fields are new-cleared, and now, this first year, they're\nset with potatoes, just for the sake of theMary left the football there.Mary took the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went to the office.Well, she that comes\nhere will find things in good order, I'm sure.\"Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Now they went out\ntowards the dwelling-house; and Eli, who had answered nothing to all\nthat Margit had told her about other things, when they passed the\ngarden asked if she might go into it; and when she got leave to go,\nshe begged to pick a flower or two.John went to the bathroom.Away in one corner was a little\ngarden-seat; she went over and sat down upon it--perhaps only to try\nit, for she rose directly.Daniel went back to the hallway.\"Now we must make haste, else we shall be too late,\" said Margit, as\nshe stood at the house-door.Daniel picked up the milk there.Margit asked if Eli\nwould not take some refreshment, as this was the first time she had\nbeen at Kampen; but Eli turned red and quickly refused.Sandra grabbed the football there.John travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Then they\nlooked round the room, which was the one Arne and the mother\ngenerally used in the day-time; it was not very large, but cosy and\npleasant, with windows looking out on the road.Mary picked up the apple there.John journeyed to the kitchen.There were a clock\nand a stove; and on the wall hung Nils' fiddle, old and dark, but\nwith new strings; beside it hung some guns belonging to Arne, English\nfishing-tackle and other rare things, which the mother took down and\nshowed to Eli, who looked at them and touched them.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.The room was\nwithout painting, for this Arne did not like; neither was there any\nin the large pretty room which looked towards the ravine, with the\ngreen mountains on the other side, and the blue peaks in the\nbackground.Sandra dropped the football there.But the two smaller rooms in the wing were both painted;\nfor in them the mother would live when she became old, and Arne\nbrought a wife into the house: Margit was very fond of painting, and\nso in these rooms the ceilings were painted with roses, and her name\nwas painted on the cupboards, the bedsteads, and on all reasonable\nand unreasonable places; for it was Arne himself who had done it.They went into the kitchen, the store-room, and the bake-house; and\nnow they had only to go into the up-stairs rooms; \"all the best\nthings were there,\" the mother said.John moved to the hallway.These were comfortable rooms, corresponding with those below, but\nthey were new and not yet taken into use, save one which looked\ntowards the ravine.Daniel went to the kitchen.Daniel left the milk.In them hung and stood all sorts of household\nthings not in every-day use.Here hung a lot of fur coverlets and\nother bedclothes; and the mother took hold of them and lifted them;\nso did Eli, who looked at all of them with pleasureSandra took the football there.Daniel went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the bathroom.\"Now we'll find the key of Arne's room,\" said the mother, taking it\nfrom under a chest where it was hidden.They went into the room; it\nlooked towards the ravine; and once more the awful booming of the\nwaterfall met their ears, for the window was open.They could see the\nspray rising between the cliffs, but not the fall itself, save in one\nplace farther up, where a huge fragment of rock had fallen into it\njust where the torrent came in full force to take its last leap into\nthe depths below.The upper side of this fragment was covered with\nfresh sod; and a few pine-cones had dug themselves into it, and had\ngrown up to trees, rooted into the crevices.The wind had shaken and\ntwisted them; and the fall had dashed against them, so that they had\nnot a sprig lower than eight feet from their roots: they were gnarled\nand bent; yet they stood, rising high between the rocky walls.When\nEli looked out from the window, these trees first caught her eye;\nnext, she saw the snowy peaks rising far beyond behind the green\nmountains.Then her eyes passed over the quiet fertile fields back to\nthe room; and the first thing she saw there was a large bookshelf.There were so many books on it that she scarcely believed the\nClergyman had more.Beneath it was a cupboard, where Arne kept his\nmoney.The mother said money had been left to them twice already, and\nif everything went right they would have some more.\"But, after all,\nmoney's not the best thing in the world; he may get what's better\nstill,\" she added.Sandra took the milk there.John took the football there.There were many little things in the cupboard which were amusing to\nsee, and Eli looked at them all, happy as a child.Then the mother\nshowed her a large chest where Arne's clothes lay, and they, too,\nwere taken out and looked at.\"I've never seen you till to-day, and yet I'm already so fond of you,\nmy child,\" she said, looking affectionately into her eyes.Eli had\nscarcely time to feel a little bashful, before Margit pulled her by\nthe hand and said in a low voice, \"Look at that little red chest;\nthere's something very choice in that, you may be sure.\"John moved to the kitchen.Eli glanced towards the chest: it was a little square one, which she\nthought she would very much like to have.\"He doesn't want me to know what's in that chest,\" the mother\nwhispered; \"and he always hides the key.\"John dropped the football.Rigby again; but worked on with his own\nmind, coming often enough to sufficiently crude conclusions, and often\nmuch perplexed and harassed.Daniel travelled to the office.He tried occasionally his inferences on his\ncompanions, who were intelligent and full of fervour.He was of a thoughtful mood; had also caught up from a new\nschool some principles, which were materials for discussion.One way or\nother, however, before he quitted Eton", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Coningsby arrived at Beaumanoir at a season when men can neither hunt\nnor shoot.Mary grabbed the football there.Great internal resources should be found in a country family\nunder such circumstances.Sandra travelled to the office.The Duke and Duchess had returned from London\nonly a few days with their daughter, who had been presented this year.Sandra picked up the apple there.They were all glad to find themselves again in the country, which they\nloved and which loved them.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.One of their sons-in-law and his wife, and\nHenry Sydney, completed the party.There are few conjunctures in life of a more startling interest, than to\nmeet the pretty little girl that we have gambolled with in our boyhood,\nand to find her changed in the lapse of a very few years, which in some\ninstances may not have brought a corresponding alteration in our own\nappearance, into a beautiful woman.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Something of this flitted over\nConingsby's mind, as he bowed, a little agitated from his surprise, to\nLady Theresa Sydney.All that he remembered had prepared him for beauty;\nbut not for the degree or character of beauty that he met.It was a\nrich, sweet face, with blue eyes and dark lashes, and a nose that we\nhave no epithet in English to describe, but which charmed in Roxalana.Mary travelled to the garden.Her brown hair fell over her white and well turned shoulders in long and\nluxuriant tresses.One has met something as brilliant and dainty in a\nmedallion of old Sevres, or amid the terraces and gardens of Watteau.John moved to the bathroom.Perhaps Lady Theresa, too, might have welcomed him with more freedom\nhad his appearance also more accorded with the image which he had left\nbehind.Coningsby was a boy then, as we described him in our first\nchapter.Though only nineteen now, he had attained his full stature,\nwhich was above the middle height, and time had fulfilled that promise\nof symmetry in his figure, and grace in his mien, then so largely\nintimated.Time, too, which had not yet robbed his countenance of any\nof its physical beauty, had strongly developed the intellectual charm\nby which it had ever been distinguished.As he bowed lowly before the\nDuchess and her daughter, it would have been difficult to imagine a\nyouth of a mien more prepossessing and a manner more finished.A manner that was spontaneous; nature's pure gift, the reflex of his\nfeeling.No artifice prompted that profound and polished homage.Daniel went to the bathroom.Mary left the football.Not one\nof those influences, the aggregate of whose sway produces, as they tell\nus, the finished gentleman, had ever exercised its beneficent power on\nour orphan, and not rarely forlorn, Coningsby.No clever and refined\nwoman, with her quick perception, and nice criticism that never offends\nour self-love, had ever given him that education that is more precious\nthan Universities.The mild suggestions of a sister, the gentle raillery\nof some laughing cousin, are also advantages not always appreciated at\nDaniel took the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the hallway.Not even the dancing-master had afforded his\nmechanical aid to Coningsby, who, like all Eton boys of his generation,\nviewed that professor of accomplishments with frank repugnance.But even\nin the boisterous life of school, Coningsby, though his style was free\nand flowing, was always well-bred.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bedroom.His spirit recoiled from that gross\nfamiliarity that is the characteristic of modern manners, and which\nwould destroy all forms and ceremonies merely because they curb and\ncontrol their own coarse convenience and ill-disguised selfishness.To\nwomen, however, Coningsby instinctively bowed, as to beings set apart\nfor reverence and delicate treatment.Little as his experience was\nof them, his spirit had been fed with chivalrous fancies, and he\nentertained for them all the ideal devotion of a Surrey or a Sydney.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Instructed, if not learned, as books and thought had already made him in\nmen, he could not conceive that there were any other women in the world\nthan fair Geraldines and Countesses of Pembroke.Mary journeyed to the garden.There was not a country-house in England that had so completely the air\nof habitual residence as Beaumanoir.It is a charming trait, and\nvery rare.In many great mansions everything is as stiff, formal, and\ntedious, as if your host were a Spanish grandee in the days of the\nInquisition.Daniel went back to the office.No ease, no resources; the passing life seems a solemn\nspectacle in which you play a part.How delightful was the morning room\nat Beaumanoir; from which gentlemen were not excluded with that assumed\nsuspicion that they can never enter it but for felonious purposes.John went back to the garden.John travelled to the office.Such a various\nprodigality of writing materials!Sandra got the milk there.So many easy chairs too, of so many\nshapes; each in itself a comfortable home; yet nothing crowded.John went back to the kitchen.Sandra left the milk.Woman\nalone can organise a drawing-room; man succeeds sometimes in a library.Sandra took the milk there.How graceful they look bending over their\nembroidery frames, consulting over the arrangement of a group, or the\ncolour of a flower.Mary travelled to the bedroom.The panniers and fanciful baskets, overflowing with\nvariegated worsted, are gay and full of pleasure to the eye, and give an\nair of elegant business that is vivifying.Sandra left the milk there.John moved to the garden.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Then the morning costume of English women is itself a beautiful work of\nart.Sandra went back to the kitchen.At this period of the day they can find no rivals in other climes.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Two\nnotable instances can be mentioned, viz.Champion\u2019s Goalkeeper and\nLorna Doone, the male and female champions of the London Show of 1914,\nwhich were both bredMary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Other high-priced\nstallions to be sold by auction in the nineties were Marmion to Mr.John journeyed to the bedroom.Arkwright in 1892 for 1400 guineas, Waresley\nPremier Duke to Mr.Victor Cavendish (now the Duke of Devonshire) for\n1100 guineas at Mr.W. H. O. Duncombe\u2019s sale in 1897, and a similar sum\nby the same buyer for Lord Llangattock\u2019s Hendre Crown Prince in the\nsame year.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra journeyed to the office.For the next really high-priced stallion we must come to the dispersion\nof the late Lord Egerton\u2019s stud in April, 1909, when Messrs.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.W. and H.\nWhitley purchased the five-year-old Tatton Dray King (London Champion\nin 1908) for 3700 guineas, to join their celebrated Devonshire stud.At this sale Tatton Herald, a two-year-old colt, made 1200 guineas to\nMessrs.Ainscough, who won the championship with him at the Liverpool\nRoyal in 1910, but at the Royal Show of 1914 he figured, and won, as a\ngelding.As a general rule, however, these costly sires have proved well worth\ntheir money.Mary went to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.Mary moved to the kitchen.As mentioned previously, the year 1913 will be remembered by the\nfact that 4100 guineas was given at Lord Rothschild\u2019s sale for the\ntwo-year-old Shire colt Champion\u2019s Goalkeeper, by Childwick Champion,\nwho, like Tatton Dray King and others, is likely to prove a good\ninvestment at his cost.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel got the milk there.Daniel put down the milk there.Twice since then he has championed the London\nShow, and by the time these lines are read he may have accomplished\nthat great feat for the third time, his age being four years old in\n1915.Sandra went back to the garden.Daniel got the milk there.Of mares, Starlight, previously mentioned, was the first to approach a\nthousand pounds in an auction sale.At the Shire Horse Show of 1893 the late Mr.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Philo Mills exhibited\nMoonlight, a mare which he had purchased privately for \u00a31000, but she\nonly succeeded in getting a commended card, so good was the company in\nwhich she found herself.Sandra picked up the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.The first Shire mare to make over a thousand\nguineas at a stud sale was Dunsmore Gloaming, by Harold.Mary moved to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bedroom.This was at\nthe second Dunsmore Sale early in 1894, the price being 1010 guineas,\nand the purchaser Mr.W. J. Buckley, Penyfai, Carmarthen, from whom\nshe was repurchased by the late Sir P. Albert Muntz, and was again\nincluded in", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the kitchen.Foaled in 1890 at Sandringham, by Harold (London\nChampion), dam by Staunton Hero (London Champion), she was sold at\nKing Edward\u2019s first sale in 1892 for 200 guineas.As a three- and\na four-year-old she was second in London, and she also won second\nprize as a seven-year-old for Sir P. A. Muntz, finally winning supreme\nhonours at nine and ten years of age, a very successful finish to a\ndistinguished career.Mary travelled to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.On February 11th, 1898, another record was set by\nHis Majesty King Edward VII., whose three-year-old filly Sea Breeze, by\nthe same sire as Bearwardcote Blaze, made 1150 guineas, Sir J. Blundell\nMaple again being the buyer.The next mare to make four figures at a\nstud sale was Hendre Crown Princess at the Lockinge sale of February\n14, 1900, the successful bidder being Mr.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.H. H. Smith-Carington,\nAshby Folville, Melton Mowbray, who has bought and bred many good\nShires.This date, February 14, seems to\nbe a particularly lucky one for Shire sales, for besides the one just\nmentioned Lord Rothschild has held at least two sales on February 14.Mary went back to the bedroom.In 1908 the yearling colt King Cole VII.John grabbed the milk there.John put down the milk.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.was bought by the late Lord\nWinterstoke for 900 guineas, the highest price realized by the stud\nsales of that year.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Then there is the record sale at Tring Park on\nFebruary 14, 1913, when one stallion, Champions Goalkeeper, made 4100\nguineas, and another, Blacklands Kingmaker, 1750.The honour for being the highest priced Shire mare sold at a stud sale\nbelongs to the great show mare, Pailton Sorais, for which Sir Arthur\nNicholson gave 1200 guineas at the dispersion sale of Mr.John got the milk there.Mary took the apple there.Max Michaelis\nat Tandridge, Surrey, on October 26, 1911.Mary left the apple.It will be remembered by\nShire breeders that she made a successful appearance in London each\nyear from one to eight years old, her list being: First, as a yearling;\nsixth, as a two-year-old; second, as a three-year-old; first and\nreserve champion at four years old, five and seven; first in her class\nat six.John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the office.Daniel put down the football.She was not to be denied the absolute championship, however,\nand it fell to her in 1911.No Shire in history has achieved greater\ndistinction than this, not even Honest Tom 1105, who won first prize\nat the Royal Show six years in succession, as the competition in those\nfar-off days was much less", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Such are the kind of Shire mares that farmers want.Daniel went to the office.Those that will\nwork, win, and breed.Mary took the apple there.As we have seen in this incomplete review, Aurea\nwon the championship of the London show, together with her son.Belle\nCole, the champion mare of 1908, bred a colt which realized 900 guineas\nas a yearling a few days before she herself gained her victory, a clear\nproof that showing and breeding are not incompatible.Paine in later years wrote\nof Robespierre as a \"hypocrite,\" and the epithet may have a significance\nnot recognized by his readers.Mary went back to the garden.Mary left the apple.It is to me probable that Paine\nconsidered himself deceived by Robespierre with professions of respect,\nif not of friendliness before being cast into prison; a conclusion\nnaturally based on requests from the Ministers for opinions on public\naffairs.The archives of the Revolution contain various evidences of\nthis, and several papers by Paine evidently in reply to questions.Sandra moved to the bathroom.We\nmay feel certain that every subject propounded was carefully discussed\nin Paine's little cosmopolitan Cabinet before his opinion was\ntransmitted to the revolutionary Cabinet of Committees.In reading the\nsubjoined documents it must be borne in mind that Robespierre had not\nyet been suspected of the cruelty presently associated with his name.The Queen and the Girondist leaders were yet alive.Of these leaders\nPaine was known to be the friend, and it was of the utmost importance\nthat he should be suavely loyal to the government that had inherited\nthese prisoners from Marat's time.The first of these papers is erroneously endorsed \"January 1793.* Its reference to the\ndefeat of the Duke of York at Dunkirk assigns its date to the late\nsummer.It is headed, \"Observations on the situation of the Powers\njoined against France.\"\"It is always useful to know the position and the designs of one's\nenemies.John journeyed to the hallway.Mary grabbed the milk there.It is much easier to do so by combining and comparing the\nevents, and by examining the consequences which result from them, than\nby forming one's judgment by letters found or intercepted.These letters\ncould be fabricated with the intention of deceiving, but events or\ncircumstances have a character which is proper to them.If in the course\nof our political operations we mistake the designs of our enemy, it\nleads us to do precisely that which he desired we should do, and it\nhappens, by the fact, but against our intentions, that we work for him.\"It appears at first sight that the coalition against France is not of\nthe nature of those which form themselves by a treaty.It is a heterogeneous mass, the parts of which\ndash against each other, and often neutralise themselves.Sandra went back to the garden.They have but\none single point of reunion, the re-establishment of the monarchical\ngovernment in France.Mary picked up the apple there.Two means can conduct them to the execution of\nthis plan.The first is, to re-establish the Bourbons, and with them the\nMary discarded the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary went to the office.The political\nquestions to be solved are, then, to know on which of these two plans it\nis most probable, the united Powers will act; and which are the points\nof these plans on which they will agree or disagree.Daniel grabbed the football there.\"Supposing their aim to be the re-establishment of the Bourbons, the\ndifficulty which will present itself, will be, to know who will be their\nAllies?Mary journeyed to the garden.\"Will England consent to the re-establishment of the compact of family\nin the person of the Bourbons, against whom she has machinated and\nfought since her existence?Daniel dropped the football.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Will Prussia consent to re-establish the\nalliance which subsisted between France and Austria, or will Austria\nwish to re-establish the ancient alliance between France and Prussia,\nwhich was directed against her?Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Will Spain, or any other maritime Power,\nallow France and her Marine to ally themselves to England?In fine, will\nany of these Powers consent to furnish forces which could be directed\nagainst herself?Daniel journeyed to the garden.However, all these cases present themselves in the\nhypothesis of the restoration of the Bourbons.\"If we suppose that their plan be the dismemberment of France,\ndifficulties will present themselves under another form, but not of\nthe same nature.Sandra moved to the kitchen.It will no longer be question, in this case, of the\nBourbons, as their position will be worse; for if their preservation\nis a part of their first plan, their destruction ought to enter in the\nsecond; because it is necessary for the success of the dismembering that\nnot a single pretendant to the Crown of France should exist.Mary left the milk.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.\"As one must think of all the probabilities in political calculations,\nit is not unlikely that some of the united Powers, having in view the\nfirst of these plans, and others the second,--that this may be one\nof the causes of their disagreement It is to be remembered that Russia\nrecognised a Regency from the beginning of Spring; not one of the other\nPowers followed her example.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary travelled to the office.The distance of Russia from France, and the\ndifferent countries by which she is separated from her, leave no doubt\nas to her dispositions with regard to the plan of division; and as much\nas one can form an opinion on the circumstances, it is not her scheme.Mary moved to the hallway.\"The coalition directed against France, is composed of two kinds of\nPowers.Daniel put down the football.The Maritime Powers, not having the same interest as the others,\nwill be divided, as to the execution of the project of division.John went to the office.\"I do not hesitate to believe that the politic of the English Government\nis to foment the scheme of dismembering, and the entire destruction of\nthe Bourbon family.\"The difficulty which must arise, in this lastSandra travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra got the football there.John journeyed to the hallway.John journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.\"The trading vessels of the Northern Nations, from Holland to Russia,\nmust pass through the narrow Channel, which lies between Dunkirk and\nthe coasts of England; and consequently not one of them, will allow this\nlatter Power to have forts on both sides of this Strait.John went to the bedroom.The audacity\nwith which she has seized the neutral vessels ought to demonstrate to\nall Nations how much her schemes increase their danger, and menace the\nsecurity of their present and future commerce.Mary went back to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.\"Supposing then that the other Nations oppose the plans of England, she\nwill be forced to cease the war with us; or, if she continues it, the\nNorthern Nations will become interested in the safety of France.Sandra put down the football.\"There are three distinct parties in England at this moment: the\nGovernment party, the Revolutionary party, and an intermedial\nparty,--which is only opposed to the war on account of the expense it\nentails, and the harm it does commerce and manufacture.Sandra picked up the football there.John went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Aunt Katy's household\nconsisted of herself and Suza Fairfield, eleven years old, and it was\nsupposed by the Demitt relations, that when Aunt Katy died, a will would\nturn up in favor of Suza Fairfield.John grabbed the milk there.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the office.Sandra left the football there.Tom Ditamus had moved from the backwoods of the Cumberland mountains\nto the Ohio river, and not pleased with the surroundings of his adopted\nlocality, made up his mind to return to his old home.John grabbed the football there.John dropped the football.John discarded the milk there.Mary went to the office.Mary travelled to the garden.Tom had a wife and\ntwo dirty children.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.Tom's wife was a pussy-cat woman, and obeyed all of\nTom's commands without ever stopping to think on the subject of \u201cwoman's\nrights.\u201d Tom was a sulky fellow; his forehead retreated from his\neyebrows, at an angle of forty-five degrees, to the top of his head; his\nskull had a greater distance between the ears than it had fore and aft';\na dark shade hung in the corner of his eye, and he stood six feet above\nthe dirt with square shoulders.Mary moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.Tom was too great a coward to steal, and\ntoo lazy to work.John went to the bedroom.Mary grabbed the apple there.Mary put down the apple.Mary travelled to the hallway.Tom intended to return to his old home in a covered\nwagon drawn by an ox team.Mary got the milk there.John moved to the garden.The Demitt relations held a council, and appointed one of their number\nto confer with Tom Ditamus and engage him to take Suza Fairfield--with\nhis family and", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John grabbed the football there.For, they said, thus spirited away Aunt Katy would never hear\nfrom her; and Aunt Katy's money, when broken loose from where she\nwas damming it up, by the death of the old thing would flow in its\nlegitimate channel.And the hard-favored and the hard-hearted Tom agreed to perform the job\nfor ten dollars.It was in the fall of the year and a foggy morning.When the atmosphere\nis heavy the cold of the night produces a mist by condensing the\ndampness of the river, called fog; it is sometimes so thick, early in\nthe morning, that the eye cannot penetrate it more than one hundred\nyards.Tom was ready to start, and fortunately for him, seeing Suza Fairfield\npassing his camp, he approached her.John journeyed to the office.John went back to the garden.She thought he wished to make some\ninquiry, and stood still until the strong man caught her by the arm,\nwith one hand in the other hand he held an ugly gag, and told her if she\nmade any noise he would put the bit in her mouth and tie the straps on\nthe back of her head.The child made one scream, but as Tom prepared to\ngag her she submitted, and Tom placed her in his covered wagon between\nhis dirty children, giving the gag to his wife, and commanding her if\nSuza made the slightest noise to put the bridle on her, and in the dense\nclouds of fog Tom drove his wagon south.Suza realized that she was captured, but for what purpose she could not\ndivine; with a brave heart--far above her years--she determined to make\nher escape the first night, for after that she said, mentally, she\nwould be unable to find home.She sat quietly and passed the day in\nreflection, and resolved in her mind that she would leave the caravan of\nTom Ditamus that night, or die in the attempt.She remembered the words\nof Aunt Katy--\u201cDiscretion is the better part of valor\u201d--and upon that\ntheory the little orphan formed her plan.The team traveled slow, for Tom was compelled to let them rest--in the\nwarm part of the day--the sun at last disappeared behind the western\nhorizon.To the unspeakable delight of the little prisoner, in a dark\nwood by the shore of a creek, Tom encamped for the night, building a\nfire by the side of a large log.The party in the wagon, excepting Suza,\nwere permitted to come out and sit by the fire.While Tom's wife was\npreparing supper, Suza imploringly begged Tom to let her come to the\nfire, for she had something to tell him.Tom at last consented, but said\ncautiously, \u201cyou must talk low.\u201d\n\n\u201c_Oh!John went to the hallway.I will talk so easy_,\u201d said Suza, in a stage whisper.She was\npermitted to take her seat with the party on a small log, and here for\nan hour she entertained them with stories of abuse that she had received\nfrom the _old witch, Aunt Katy_, and emphatically declared that she\nwould go anywhere", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The orphan girl, eleven years of age, threw Tom Dita-mus, a man\nthirty-five years of age, entirely off his guard.Mary went back to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Tom thought he had a\n_soft thing_ and the whole party were soon sound asleep, except Suza.Mary got the milk there.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary got the apple there.With a step as light as a timid cat, Suza Fairfield left Tom Ditamus and\nhis family sleeping soundly on the bank of the creek in the dark woods,\nand sped toward Port William.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went back to the bedroom.They had traveled only ten miles with\na lazy ox team and the active feet of the little captive could soon\nretrace the distance, if she did not lose the way; to make assurance.Mary moved to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.doubly sure, Suza determined to follow the Kentucky river, for she knew\nthat would take her to Port William; the road was part of the way on the\nbank of the river, but sometimes diverged into the hills a considerable\ndistance from the river.John went back to the hallway.At those places Suza would follow the river,\nthough her path was through dense woods and in places thickly set with\nunderbrush and briars.The whites landed,\nkilled some Indians, burnt forty houses, pillaged the village, and went\non up the river and came to anchor in front of Matchcot, the Emperor's\nchief town.John moved to the bedroom.Here were assembled four hundred armed men, with bows and\narrows, who dared them to come ashore.Ashore they went, and a palaver\nwas held.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel travelled to the office.The Indians wanted a day to consult their King, after which\nthey would fight, if nothing but blood would satisfy the whites.Two of Powhatan's sons who were present expressed a desire to see their\nsister, who had been taken on shore.Daniel picked up the football there.When they had sight of her, and\nsaw how well she was cared for, they greatly rejoiced and promised to\npersuade their father to redeem her and conclude a lasting peace.Mary journeyed to the office.John journeyed to the bathroom.The\ntwo brothers were taken on board ship, and Master John Rolfe and Master\nSparkes were sent to negotiate with the King.Powhatan did not show\nhimself, but his brother Apachamo, his successor, promised to use his\nbest efforts to bring about a peace, and the expedition returned to\nJamestown.\"Long before this time,\" Hamor relates, \"a gentleman of approved\nbehaviour and honest carriage, Master John Rolfe, had been in love with\nPocahuntas and she with him, which thing at the instant that we were\nin parlee with them, myselfe made known to Sir Thomas Dale, by a letter\nfrom him [Rolfe] whereby he entreated his advice and furtherance to his\nlove, if so it seemed fit to him for the good of the Plantation, and\nPocahDaniel discarded the football.Mary discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the kitchen.Governor Dale\napproved this, and consequently was willing to retire without other\nconditions.\"The bruite of this pretended marriage [Hamor continues]\ncame soon to Powhatan's knowledge, a thing acceptable to him, as\nappeared by his sudden consent thereunto, who some ten daies after sent\nan old uncle of hirs, named Opachisco, to give her as his deputy in the\nchurch, and two of his sonnes to see the mariage solemnized which was\naccordingly done about the fifth of April [1614], and ever since we have\nhad friendly commerce and trade, not only with Powhatan himself, but\nalso with his subjects round about us; so as now I see no reason why the\ncollonie should not thrive a pace.\"Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.This marriage was justly celebrated as the means and beginning of a firm\npeace which long continued, so that Pocahontas was again entitled to the\ngrateful remembrance of the Virginia settlers.Daniel went to the office.Already, in 1612, a plan\nhad been mooted in Virginia of marrying the English with the natives,\nand of obtaining the recognition of Powhatan and those allied to him as\nmembers of a fifth kingdom, with certain privileges.Cunega, the Spanish\nambassador at London, on September 22, 1612, writes: \"Although some\nsuppose the plantation to decrease, he is credibly informed that there\nis a determination to marry some of the people that go over to Virginia;\nforty or fifty are already so married, and English women intermingle and\nare received kindly by the natives.Mary moved to the bathroom.Daniel went to the bedroom.A zealous minister hath been wounded\nfor reprehending it.\"Daniel grabbed the apple there.John journeyed to the garden.John Rolfe was a man of industry, and apparently devoted to the\nwelfare of the colony.He probably brought with him in 1610 his wife,\nwho gave birth to his daughter Bermuda, born on the Somers Islands at\nthe time of the shipwreck.Mary picked up the football there.Mary dropped the football.Hamor gives\nhim the distinction of being the first in the colony to try, in 1612,\nthe planting and raising of tobacco.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"No man [he adds] hath labored to\nhis power, by good example there and worthy encouragement into England\nby his letters, than he hath done, witness his marriage with Powhatan's\ndaughter, one of rude education, manners barbarous and cursed\ngeneration, meerely for the good and honor of the plantation: and\nleast any man should conceive that some sinister respects allured him\nhereunto, I have made bold, contrary to his knowledge, in the end of my\ntreatise to insert the true coppie of his letter written to Sir Thomas\nDale.\"The letter is a long, labored, and curious document, and comes nearer to\na theological treatise than any love-letter we have on record.Why Rolfe did not speak to Dale, whomJohn went back to the bathroom.John took the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John grabbed the football there.The letter protests in a tedious preamble that the writer is moved\nentirely by the Spirit of God, and continues:\n\n\"Let therefore this my well advised protestation, which here I make\nbetween God and my own conscience, be a sufficient witness, at the\ndreadful day of judgment (when the secrets of all men's hearts shall be\nopened) to condemne me herein, if my chiefest interest and purpose be\nnot to strive with all my power of body and mind, in the undertaking\nof so weighty a matter, no way led (so far forth as man's weakness may\npermit) with the unbridled desire of carnall affection; but for the good\nof this plantation, for the honour of our countrie, for the glory of\nGod, for my owne salvation, and for the converting to the true knowledge\nof God and Jesus Christ, an unbelieving creature, namely Pokahuntas.To whom my heartie and best thoughts are, and have a long time bin so\nentangled, and inthralled in so intricate a laborinth, that I was even\nawearied to unwinde myself thereout.\"John discarded the football.Master Rolfe goes on to describe the mighty war in his meditations on\nthis subject, in which he had set before his eyes the frailty of mankind\nand his proneness to evil and wicked thoughts.Daniel went back to the bathroom.The\nlights grow brighter outside--it is evident that a building has\nbeen set on fire.A\ndull noise, then the crash of shots is heard.Mary journeyed to the hallway.The discipline is\ndisappearing gradually._\n\nBLUMENFELD\n\nThey have gone mad!STEIN\n\nBut that can't be the Belgians!Mary picked up the milk there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.John picked up the football there.RITZAU\n\nThey may have availed themselves--\n\nBLUMENFELD\n\nAren't you ashamed, Stein?I beg of you--\n\n_Suddenly a piercing, wild sound of a horn is heard ordering to\nretreat.The roaring sound is growing rapidly._\n\nCOMMANDER\n\n_Shots._\n\nWho has commanded to retreat?John went to the bedroom._Blumenfeld lowers his head._\n\nCOMMANDER\n\nThis is not the German Army!Mary moved to the kitchen.You are unworthy of being called\nsoldiers!Sandra got the apple there.BLUMENFELD\n\n_Stepping forward, with dignity._\n\nYour Highness!Mary went to the bathroom.We are not fishes to swim in the water!_Runs out, followed by two or three others.The panic is\ngrowing._\n\nBLUMENFELD\n\nYour Highness!Your life is in danger--your\nHighness.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel went to the office.Only the\nsentinel remains in the position of one petrified._\n\nBLUMENFELD\n\nYour Highness!Your life--I am afraid that\nanother minute, and it will be too late!John journeyed to the hallway.COMMANDER\n\nBut this is--\n\n_Again", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "_Curtain_\n\n\n\nSCENE VI\n\n\n_The same hour of night.Mary moved to the hallway.In the darkness it is difficult to\ndiscern the silhouettes of the ruined buildings and of the\ntrees.At the right, a half-destroyed bridge.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.From time to time the German flashlights are\nseen across the dark sky.Near the bridge, an automobile in\nwhich the wounded Emil Grelieu and his son are being carried to\nAntwerp.Jeanne and a young physician are with them.Something\nhas broken down in the automobile and a soldier-chauffeur is\nbustling about with a lantern trying to repair it.Langloi\nstands near him._\n\n\nDOCTOR\n\n_Uneasily._\n\nWell?CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Examining._\n\nI don't know yet.DOCTOR\n\nIs it a serious break?CHAUFFEUR\n\nNo--I don't know.MAURICE\n\n_From the automobile._\n\nWhat is it, Doctor?CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Angrily._\n\nWe'll start!Sandra moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the office.DOCTOR\n\nI don't know.Mary travelled to the bedroom.MAURICE\n\nShall we stay here long?DOCTOR\n\n_To the chauffeur._\n\nShall we stay here long?CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Angrily._\n\nHow do I know?Mary went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen._Hands the lantern to the doctor._\n\nMAURICE\n\nThen I will come out.JEANNE\n\nYou had better stay here, Maurice.Daniel went back to the bedroom.MAURICE\n\nNo, mother, I am careful.Mary went to the office._Jumps off and watches the chauffeur at work._\n\nMAURICE\n\nHow unfortunate that we are stuck here!CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Grumbling._\n\nA bridge!Mary moved to the garden.DOCTOR\n\nYes, it is unfortunate.John moved to the hallway.MAURICE\n\n_Shrugging his shoulders._\n\nFather did not want to leave.John travelled to the bedroom.John moved to the office.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mamina, do\nyou think our people are already in Antwerp?JEANNE\n\nYes, I think so.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nNo.It is very pleasant to breathe the fresh air.DOCTOR\n\n_To Maurice._\n\nI think we are still in the region which--\n\nMAURICE\n\nYes.DOCTOR\n\n_Looking at his watch._\n\nTwenty--a quarter of ten.MAURICE\n\nThen it is a quarter of an hour since the bursting of the dams.Mamma, do you hear, it is a quarter of ten now!JEANNE\n\nYes, I hear.MAURICE\n\nBut it is strange that we haven't heard any explosions.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra moved to the office.DOCT", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "MAURICE\n\nI thought that such explosions would be heard a hundred\nkilometers away.Our house and our\ngarden will soon be flooded!Daniel got the football there.I wonder how high the water will\nrise.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Do you think it will reach up to the second story?CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Grumbling._\n\nI am working.Mamma, see how the searchlights are working.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nJeanne, lift me a little.JEANNE\n\nMy dear, I don't know whether I am allowed to do it.DOCTOR\n\nYou may lift him a little, if it isn't very painful.JEANNE\n\nDo you feel any pain?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nNo.Mary went back to the kitchen.MAURICE\n\nFather, they are flashing the searchlights across the sky like\nmadmen.Sandra went to the bathroom._A bluish light is flashed over them, faintly illuminating the\nwhole group._\n\nMAURICE\n\nRight into my eyes!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI suppose so.Either they have been warned, or the water is\nreaching them by this time.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel left the football.JEANNE\n\nDo you think so, Emil?Mary journeyed to the hallway.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes.It seems to me that I hear the sound of the water from that\nside.Sandra moved to the hallway._All listen and look in the direction from which the noise came._\n\nDOCTOR\n\n_Uneasily._\n\nHow unpleasant this is!Daniel got the football there.MAURICE\n\nFather, it seems to me I hear voices.Listen--it sounds as\nthough they are crying there.Father, the\nPrussians are crying.Mary travelled to the bedroom._A distant, dull roaring of a crowd is heard.The searchlights are\nswaying from side to side._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIt is they.DOCTOR\n\nIf we don't start in a quarter of an hour--\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIn half an hour, Doctor.Daniel went back to the bathroom.MAURICE\n\nFather, how beautiful and how terrible it is!Sandra moved to the kitchen.JEANNE\n\nWhat is it?Daniel journeyed to the hallway.MAURICE\n\nI want to kiss it.Daniel dropped the football.JEANNE\n\nWhat a foolish little boy you are, Maurice.Daniel grabbed the football there.MAURICE\n\nMonsieur Langloi said that in three days from now I may remove\nmy bandage.John went back to the hallway.Just think of it, in three days I shall be able to\ntake up my gun again!...Daniel dropped the football.\u201cAnd if the relief train doesn\u2019t come before that time we\u2019ll\nmount the _Ann_ and glide away.\u201d\n\nWhile the boys sat eating their sandwiches and enjoying the clear sweet\nair of the morning, there came an especially savage chorus of yells fromMary went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the garden.John went to the hallway.\u201cThe Indians seem to be a mighty enthusiastic race!\u201d declared Jimmie.John went to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.\u201cSuppose we go to the _Ann_, grab the provisions, and go back to the\ntemple just to see what they\u2019re amusing themselves with now!\u201d\n\nThis suggestion meeting with favor, the boys proceeded to the aeroplane\nwhich was only a short distance away and loaded themselves down with\nprovisions and cartridges.John journeyed to the garden.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John went to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.During their journey they saw not the\nslightest indications of the Indians.It was quite evident that they\nwere all occupied with the _siege_ of the temple.On leaving the entrance, the boys restored the vines so far as possible\nto their original condition and filled their automatics with cartridges.\u201cNo one will ever catch me without cartridges again,\u201d Carl declared as\nhe patted his weapon.Mary took the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.\u201cThe idea of getting into a den of lions with only\nfour shots between us and destruction!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, hurry up!\u201d cried Jimmie.\u201cI know from the accent the Indians\nplaced on the last syllable that there\u2019s something doing at the temple.John journeyed to the bathroom.Mary dropped the milk.And Sam, you know, hasn\u2019t got many cartridges.\u201d\n\n\u201cI wouldn\u2019t run very fast,\u201d declared Carl, \u201cif I knew that the Indians\nhad captured Miguel.John picked up the milk there.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the office.That\u2019s the ruffian who shut us into the den of\nlions!\u201d\n\nWhen the boys came to the passage opening from the tunnel on the west of\nthe temple, they turned into it and proceeded a few yards south.Mary took the football there.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Here\nthey found an opening which led undoubtedly directly to the rear of the\ncorridor in the vicinity of the fountain.Mary left the football there.Mary got the football there.The stone which had in past years concealed the mouth of this passage\nhad evidently not been used for a long time, for it lay broken into\nfragments on the stone floor.Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the garden.When the boys came to the end of the passage, they saw by the slices of\nlight which lay between the stones that they were facing the corridor\nfrom the rear.John went to the kitchen.They knew well enough that somewhere in that vicinity was\na door opening into the temple, but for some moments they could not find\nit.John went back to the office.John travelled to the hallway.At last Jimmie, prying into a crack with his knife, struck a piece\nof metal and the stone dropped backward.Mary travelled to the bedroom.He wasMary dropped the football.John left the milk.Mary went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "It took the lad only an instant to comprehend\nwhat was going on.A horde of savages was crowding up the steps and into\nthe temple itself, and Sam stood in the middle of the corridor with a\nsmoking weapon in his hand.John got the milk there.John went back to the office.As the boys looked he threw the automatic into the faces of the\nonrushing crowd as if its usefulness had departed.THE SAVAGES MAKE MORE TROUBLE.\u201cPedro said the savages wouldn\u2019t dare enter the temple!\u201d declared Jimmie\nas he drew back.Without stopping to comment on the situation, Carl called out:\n\n\u201cDrop, Sam, drop!\u201d\n\nThe young man whirled about, saw the opening in the rear wall, saw the\nbrown barrels of the automatics, and instantly dropped to the floor.The\nIndians advanced no farther, for in less time than it takes to say the\nwords a rain of bullets struck into their ranks.Half a dozen fell to\nthe floor and the others retreated, sneaking back in a minute, however,\nto remove the bodies of their dead and wounded companions.The boys did not fire while this duty was being performed.Sandra grabbed the football there.In a minute from the time of the opening of the stone panel in the wall\nthere was not a savage in sight.John left the milk.Only for the smears of blood on the\nwhite marble floor, and on the steps outside, no one would have imagined\nthat so great a tragedy had been enacted there only a few moments\nbefore.John grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Sam rose slowly to his feet and stood by the boys as they\ncrawled out of the narrow opening just above the basin of the fountain.\u201cI\u2019m glad to see you, kids,\u201d he said, in a matter-of-fact tone, although\nhis face was white to the lips.\u201cYou came just in time!\u201d\n\n\u201cWe usually do arrive on schedule,\u201d Jimmie grinned, trying to make as\nlittle as possible of the rescue.Sandra travelled to the office.\u201cYou did this time at any rate!\u201d replied Sam.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.\u201cBut, look here,\u201d he went\non, glancing at the automatics in their hands, \u201cI thought the ammunition\nwas all used up in the den of lions.\u201d\n\n\u201cWe got some more!\u201d laughed Carl.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.\u201cMore\u2014where?\u201d\n\n\u201cAt the _Ann_!\u201d\n\nSam leaned back against the wall, a picture of amazement.\u201cYou haven\u2019t been out to the _Ann_ have you?\u201d he asked.Mary discarded the apple.Sandra left the football.For reply Jimmie drew a great package of sandwiches and another of\ncartridges out of the opening in the wall.Mary picked up the apple there.Daniel went back to the bedroom.\u201cWe haven\u2019t, eh?\u201d he laughed.Mary went to the garden.\u201cThat certainly looks like it!\ufffdSandra picked up the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.Daniel went to the bathroom.The boys briefly related the story of their visit to the aeroplane while\nSam busied himself with the sandwiches, and then they loaded the three\nautomatics and distributed the remaining clips about their persons.John went back to the bedroom.John went to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.\u201cAnd now what?\u201d asked Carl, after the completion of the recital.Sandra picked up the apple there.John moved to the bathroom.John got the milk there.\u201cAre we going to take the _Ann_ and slip away from these worshipers of\nthe Sun?\u201d asked Jimmie.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.\u201cWe can do it all right!\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know about that,\u201d argued Sam.\u201cYou drove them away from the\ntemple, and the chances are that they will return to the forest and will\nremain there until they get the courage to make another attack on us.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt won\u2019t take long to go and find out whether they are in the forest or\nnot!\u201d Carl declared.Sandra put down the apple.John got the football there.\u201cPerhaps,\u201d Sam suggested, \u201cwe\u2019d better wait here for the others to come\nup.Sandra journeyed to the office.They ought to be here to-night.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf it\u2019s a sure thing that we can let them know where we are,\u201d Carl\nagreed, \u201cthat might be all right.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s the matter with the red and blue lights?\u201d asked Jimmie.Daniel picked up the apple there.When Thierry was at last allowed to see him his treatment relieved the\nmost violent symptoms, but, says Madame Royale, \"his health was never\nreestablished.Want of air and exercise did him great mischief, as well\nas the kind of life which this poor child led, who at eight years of age\npassed his days amidst the tears of his friends, and in constant anxiety\nand agony.\"While the Dauphin's health was causing his family such alarm, they were\ndeprived of the services of Tison's wife, who became ill, and finally\ninsane, and was removed to the Hotel Dieu, where her ravings were reported\nto the Assembly and made the ground of accusations against the royal\nprisoners.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.[This woman, troubled by remorse, lost her reason, threw herself at the\nfeet of the Queen, implored her pardon, and disturbed the Temple for many\ndays with the sight and the noise of her madness.Daniel left the apple there.The Princesses,\nforgetting the denunciations of this unfortunate being, in consideration\nof her repentance and insanity, watched over her by turns, and deprived\nthemselves of their own food to relieve her.--LAMARTINE, \"History of the\nGirondists,\" vol.Daniel got the apple there.John went back to the bathroom.Daniel put down the apple.No woman took her place, and the Princesses themselves made their beds,John moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Far worse punishments than menial work were prepared for them.On 3d July\na decree of the Convention ordered that the Dauphin should be separated\nfrom his family and \"placed in the most secure apartment of the Tower.\"As soon as he heard this decree pronounced, says his sister, \"he threw\nhimself into my mother's arms, and with violent cries entreated not to be\nparted from her.My mother would not let her son go, and she actually\ndefended against the efforts of the officers the bed in which she had\nplaced him.Sandra journeyed to the garden.The men threatened to call up the guard and use violence.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.My\nmother exclaimed that they had better kill her than tear her child from\nher.At last they threatened our lives, and my mother's maternal\ntenderness forced her to the sacrifice.Daniel went back to the garden.My aunt and I dressed the child,\nfor my poor mother had no longer strength for anything.Nevertheless, when\nhe was dressed, she took him up in her arms and delivered him herself to\nthe officers, bathing him with her tears, foreseeing that she was never to\nbehold him again.Sandra got the apple there.The poor little fellow embraced us all tenderly, and\nwas carried away in a flood of tears.My mother's horror was extreme when\nshe heard that Simon, a shoemaker by trade, whom she had seen as a\nmunicipal officer in the Temple, was the person to whom her child was\nconfided.Mary travelled to the bedroom.The officers now no longer remained in my mother's\napartment; they only came three times a day to bring our meals and examine\nthe bolts and bars of our windows; we were locked up together night and\nday.We often went up to the Tower, because my brother went, too, from\nthe other side.The only pleasure my mother enjoyed was seeing him\nthrough a crevice as he passed at a distance.She would watch for hours\ntogether to see him as he passed.It was her only hope, her only\nthought.\"The Queen was soon deprived even of this melancholy consolation.On 1st\nAugust, 1793, it was resolved that she should be tried.John went to the hallway.Robespierre\nopposed the measure, but Barere roused into action that deep-rooted hatred\nof the Queen which not even the sacrifice of her life availed to\neradicate.\"Why do the enemies of the Republic still hope for success?\"\"Is it because we have too long forgotten the crimes of the\nAustrian?Sandra travelled to the office.The children of Louis the Conspirator are hostages for the\nRepublic.Mary grabbed the milk there..but behind them lurks a woman who has been the cause of\nall the disasters of France.\"At two o'clock on the morning of the following day, the municipal officers\n\"awoke us,\" says Madame Royale, \"to read to my mother the decree of the\nConvention, which ordered her removal to the Conciergerie,\n\n[The Conciergerie was originally, as its name implies, the porter's lodge\nof the ancient Palace of Justice, and became in time a prison, from the\ncustom of confining there", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.She heard it without visible emotion, and\nwithout speaking a single word.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.My aunt and I immediately asked to be\nallowed to accompany my mother, but this favour was refused us.All the\ntime my mother was making up a bundle of clothes to take with her, these\nofficers never left her.She was even obliged to dress herself before\nthem, and they asked for her pockets, taking away the trifles they\ncontained.Sandra travelled to the office.She embraced me, charging me to keep up my spirits and my\ncourage, to take tender care of my aunt, and obey her as a second mother.Daniel travelled to the office.She then threw herself into my aunt's arms, and recommended her children\nto her care; my aunt replied to her in a whisper, and she was then hurried\naway.Sandra went to the kitchen.In leaving the Temple she struck her head against the wicket, not\nhaving stooped low enough.Sandra got the apple there.John went to the garden.John grabbed the milk there.Mary took the football there.[Mathieu, the gaoler, used to say, \"I make Madame Veto and her sister and\ndaughter, proud though they are, salute me; for the door is so low they\ncannot pass without bowing.\"]John discarded the milk.Daniel moved to the kitchen.'No,' she replied,\n'nothing can hurt me now.\"John took the milk there.John discarded the milk.We have already seen what changes had been made in the Temple.Mary discarded the football.Marie\nAntoinette had been separated from her sister, her daughter, and her Son,\nby virtue of a decree which ordered the trial and exile of the last\nmembers of the family of the Bourbons.Heaven be my witness, that I would\ncomply in all lawful things to conciliate the love and sympathy of my\nfellow creatures!It is no light thing to be shunned by the worthy as\nan infected patient, to be persecuted by the Pharisees of the day as an\nunbelieving heretic, to be regarded with horror at once and contempt by\nthe multitude, who consider me as a madman, who may be expected to turn\nmischievous.Sandra moved to the bedroom.But were all those evils multiplied an hundredfold, the\nfire within must not be stifled, the voice which says within me 'Speak'\nmust receive obedience.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra took the football there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the office.John grabbed the milk there.Sandra left the apple.Woe unto me if I preach not the Gospel, even\nshould I at length preach it from amidst the pile of flames!\"So spoke this bold witness, one of those whom Heaven raised up from time\nto time to preserve amidst the most ignorant ages, and to carry down to\nthose which succeed them, a manifestation of unadulterated Christianity,\nfrom the time of the Apostles to the age when, favoured by the invention\nof printing, the Reformation broke out in full splendour.The selfish\npolicy of the glover was exposed in his own eyes; and he felt himself\ncontemptibleJohn left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John went to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.He was even conscious of a momentary\ninclination to follow the example of the preacher's philanthropy and\ndisinterested zeal, but it glanced like a flash of lightning through a\ndark vault, where there lies nothing to catch the blaze; and he slowly\ndescended the hill in a direction different from that of the Carthusian,\nforgetting him and his doctrines, and buried in anxious thoughts about\nhis child's fate and his own.What want these outlaws conquerors should have\n     But history's purchased page to call them great,\n     A wider space, an ornamented grave?John journeyed to the bedroom.Their hopes were not less warm, their souls were full as brave.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the office.The funeral obsequies being over, the same flotilla which had proceeded\nin solemn and sad array down the lake prepared to return with displayed\nbanners, and every demonstration of mirth and joy; for there was but\nbrief time to celebrate festivals when the awful conflict betwixt the\nClan Quhele and their most formidable rivals so nearly approached.It\nhad been agreed, therefore, that the funeral feast should be blended\nwith that usually given at the inauguration of the young chief.Some objections were made to this arrangement, as containing an evil\nomen.Mary moved to the hallway.But, on the other hand, it had a species of recommendation, from\nthe habits and feelings of the Highlanders, who, to this day, are wont\nto mingle a degree of solemn mirth with their mourning, and something\nresembling melancholy with their mirth.John picked up the football there.The usual aversion to speak\nor think of those who have been beloved and lost is less known to this\ngrave and enthusiastic race than it is to others.You hear not only the\nyoung mention (as is everywhere usual) the merits and the character of\nparents, who have, in the course of nature, predeceased them; but the\nwidowed partner speaks, in ordinary conversation, of the lost spouse,\nand, what is still stranger, the parents allude frequently to the beauty\nor valour of the child whom they have interred.The Scottish Highlanders\nappear to regard the separation of friends by death as something less\nabsolute and complete than it is generally esteemed in other countries,\nand converse of the dear connexions who have sought the grave before\nthem as if they had gone upon a long journey in which they themselves\nmust soon follow.John went to the office.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.The funeral feast, therefore, being a general custom\nthroughout Scotland, was not, in the opinion of those who were to share\nit, unseemingly mingled, on the present occasion, with the festivities\nwhich hailed the succession to the chieftainship.John got the milk there.The barge which had lately borne the dead to the grave now conveyed\nthe young MacIan to his new command and the minstrels sent forth their\ngayest notes to gratulate Eachin's succession, as they had lately\nsounded their most doleful dirges when carrying Gilchrist to his grave.From the attendant fl", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John picked up the football there.One boat kept closest of the flotilla to the honoured galley.John discarded the football.Torquil\nof the Oak, a grizzled giant, was steersman; and his eight sons, each\nexceeding the ordinary stature of mankind, pulled the oars.John took the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.Like some\npowerful and favourite wolf hound, unloosed from his couples, and\nfrolicking around a liberal master, the boat of the foster brethren\npassed the chieftain's barge, now on one side and now on another, and\neven rowed around it, as if in extravagance of joy; while, at the same\ntime, with the jealous vigilance of the animal we have compared it to,\nthey made it dangerous for any other of the flotilla to approach so near\nas themselves, from the risk of being run down by their impetuous\nand reckless manoeuvres.Sandra moved to the garden.They searched\nevery where for him, but in vain, till his master feared he had really\ndeserted them.John went to the hallway.On the third day, one of the men, who had gone to a\ndistance for water, saw him hiding in a tree.John got the apple there.Le Vaillant went out and\nspoke to him, but he knew he had deserved punishment, and he would not\ncome down; so that, at last, his master had to go up the tree and take\nhim.\"John got the milk there.\"No; he was forgiven that time, as he seemed so penitent.There is only\none thing more I can remember about him.Mary went to the office.An officer who was visiting Le\nVaillant, wishing to try the affection of the baboon for his master,\npretended to strike him.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the garden.Kees flew into a violent rage, and from that\ntime could never endure the sight of the officer.If he only saw him at\na distance, he ground his teeth, and used every endeavor to fly at him;\nand had he not been chained, he would speedily have revenged the\ninsult.\"John put down the milk there.*       *       *       *       *\n\n    \"Nature is man's best teacher.John travelled to the bedroom.She unfolds\n    Her treasures to his search, unseals his eye,\n    Illumes his mind, and purifies his heart,--\n    An influence breathes from all the sights and sounds\n    Of her existence; she is wisdom's self.\"John left the football.John moved to the office.*       *       *       *       *\n\n    \"There's not a plant that springeth\n      But bears some good to earth;\n    There's not a life but bringeth\n      Its store of harmless mirth;\n    The dusty wayside clDaniel went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The osiers, o'er the fountain,\n      Keep cool the water's breast,\n    And on the roughest mountain\n      The softest moss is pressed.Thus holy Nature teaches\n      The worth of blessings small;\n    That Love pervades, and reaches,\n      And forms the bliss of all.\"LESLIE'S JUVENILE SERIES.I. THE MOTHERLESS CHILDREN.\n   \"HOWARD AND HIS TEACHER.\n   \"JACK, THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER.I. TRYING TO BE USEFUL.\n   \"Mary grabbed the apple there.LITTLE AGNES.\n   \"John took the milk there.I'LL TRY.\n   \"BY\n\n                      MRS.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.MINNIE'S PET PARROT.BY\n\n                      MRS.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.BY\n\n                      MRS.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.Mary travelled to the office.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.MINNIE'S PET LAMB.Mary discarded the apple.BY", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John moved to the bathroom.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.Daniel picked up the football there.BY\n\n                      MRS.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.MADELINE LESLIE,\n  AUTHOR OF \"THE LESLIE STORIES,\" \"TIM, THE SCISSORS-GRINDER,\"\n                              ETC.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra put down the milk.BOSTON:\n                        LEE AND SHEPARD,\n              SUCCESSORS TO PHILLIPS, SAMPSON & CO.Transcriber's Note\n\nThe following typographical errors were corrected:\n\nPage  Error\n73    \"good morning,\" changed to 'good morning,'\n112   pet monkey.\"The\ninfluence and example of the United States are not theoretical; they are\npolitical factors which are felt in the discussion of every public\nquestion and in the results of every election.John travelled to the hallway.The practical results of\nAmerican influence in South Africa may now be observed only in the\nincreasing exports to that country, but perhaps in another generation a\ngreater and better demonstration will be found in a constitution which\nunites all the South African states under one independent government.Sandra went back to the bathroom.If any corroboration of this sentiment were necessary, a statement made\nby the man who is leader of the ruling party in Cape Colony would be\nample.\"If we want an example of the highest type of freedom,\" said W. P.\nSchreiner, the present Premier of Cape Colony, \"we must look to the\nUnited States of America.\"[#]\n\n\n[#] Americans' Fourth of July Banquet, Cape Town, 1897.John went back to the bedroom.American influences are felt in all phases of South African life, be\nthey social, commercial, religious, political, or retrogressive.Whether it be the American book agent on the banks of the Umkomaas, or\nthe American consul-general in the governor's mansion at Cape Town, his\nindomitable energy, his breezy indifference to apparently insurmountable\ndifficulties, and his boundless resources will always secure for him\nthose material benefits for which men of other nationalities can do no\nmore than hope.Daniel went to the garden.Some ofDaniel put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John travelled to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Daniel grabbed the apple there.American commercial interests in South Africa are of such recent growth,\nand already of such great proportions, that the other nations who have\nbeen interested in the trade for many years are not only astounded, but\nare fearful that the United States will soon be the controlling spirit\nin the country's commercial affairs.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel dropped the apple there.Sandra discarded the milk there.The enterprise of American\nbusiness firms, and their ability to undersell almost all the other\nfirms represented in the country, have given an enormous impetus to the\nexport trade with South African countries.Sandra went to the hallway.Systematic efforts have been\nmade by American firms to work the South African markets on an extensive\nscale, and so successful have the efforts been that the value of exports\nto that country has several times been more than doubled in a single\nyear.Five years ago America's share of the business of South Africa was\npractically infinitesimal; to-day the United States hold second place in\nthe list of nations which have trade relations with that country, having\noutranked Germany, France, Belgium, Holland, and Italy.John moved to the kitchen.In several\nbranches of trade America surpasses even England, which has always had\nall the trade advantages owing to the supremacy of her flag over the\ngreater part of the country.Mary moved to the hallway.John journeyed to the office.That the British merchants are keenly alive\nto the situation which threatens to transfer the trade supremacy into\nAmerican hands has been amply demonstrated by the efforts which they\nhave made to check the inroads the Americans are making on their field,\nand by the appointment of committees to investigate the causes of the\ndecline of British commerce.American enterprise shows itself by the scores of representatives of\nAmerican business houses who are constantly travelling through the\ncountry, either to secure orders or to investigate the field with a view\nof entering into competition with the firms of other nations.Daniel took the apple there.Fifteen\nAmerican commercial travellers, representing as many different firms,\nwere registered at the Grand Hotel, Cape Town, at one time a year ago,\nand that all had secured exceptionally heavy orders indicated that the\ninnovation in the method of working trade was successful.Daniel put down the apple.The laws of the country are unfavourable in no slight degree to the\nforeign commercial travellers, who are obliged to pay heavy licenses\nbefore they are permitted to enter upon any business negotiations.Daniel got the apple there.John journeyed to the hallway.The\ntax in the Transvaal and Natal is $48.66, and in the Orange Free State\nand Cape Colony it amounts to $121.66.If an American agent wishes to\nmake a tour of all the states and colonies of the country, he is obliged\nto pay almost three hundred and fifty dollars in license fees.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.The great superiority of certain American manufactured products is such\nthat other nations are unable to compete in those lines after the\nAmerican products have been introduced.Daniel put down the apple.Sandra went to the office.Especially is this true of\nAmerican machinery, which can not be equalled by that of any", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Almost every one of the hundreds of extensive gold mines on\nthe Randt is fitted out wholly or in part with American machinery, and,\nat the present rate of increase in the use of it, it will be less than\nten years when none other than United States machinery will be sent to\nthat district.Sandra took the milk there.In visiting the great mines the uninitiated American is\nastonished to find that engines, crushing machinery, and even the\nelectric lights which illuminate them, bear the name plates of New York,\nPhiladelphia, and Chicago firms.John took the football there.John moved to the kitchen.The Kimberley diamond mines, which are among the most extensive and most\nelaborate underground works in the world, use American-made machinery\nalmost exclusively, not only because it is much less costly, but because\nno other country can furnish apparatus that will give as good results.John dropped the football.Daniel travelled to the office.Almost every pound of electrical machinery in use in the country was\nmade in America and was instituted by American workmen.Instances of successful American electrical enterprises are afforded by\nthe Cape Town, Port Elizabeth, and Pretoria street railways, almost\nevery rail, wire, and car of which bears the marks of American\nmanufacture.It is a marvellous revelation to find Philadelphia-made\nelectric cars in the streets of Cape Town, condensing engines from New\nYork State in Port Elizabeth, and Pittsburg generators and switchboards\nin the capital of the Transvaal, which less than fifty years ago was\nunder the dominion of savages.When Gomin went up to the child's room\non the morning of 8th June, he said, seeing him calm, motionless, and\nmute:\n\n\"I hope you are not in pain just now?\"\"Oh, yes, I am still in pain, but not nearly so much,--the music is so\nbeautiful!\"Now there was no music to be heard, either in the Tower or anywhere near.Gomin, astonished, said to him, \"From what direction do you hear this\nmusic?\"Sandra travelled to the bathroom.And the\nchild, with a nervous motion, raised his faltering hand, as he opened his\nlarge eyes illuminated by delight.His poor keeper, unwilling to destroy\nthis last sweet illusion, appeared to listen also.After a few minutes of attention the child again started, and cried out,\nin intense rapture, \"Amongst all the voices I have distinguished that of\nmy mother!\"At a quarter past two he died, Lasne\nonly being in the room at the time.Lasne acquainted Gomin and Damont,\nthe commissary on duty, with the event, and they repaired to the chamber\nof death.The poor little royal corpse was carried from the room into\nthat where he had suffered so long,--where for two years he had never\nceased to suffer.Sandra dropped the milk.From this apartment the father had gone to the\nscaffold, and thence the son must pass to the burial-ground.The remains\nwere laid out on the bed, and the doors of the apartment were set\nopen,--doors which had remained closed ever since the Revolution had\nseized on a child, then full of vigour and", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "At eight o'clock next morning (9th June) four members of the committee of\ngeneral safety came to the Tower to make sure that the Prince was really\ndead.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Mary moved to the garden.When they were admitted to the death-chamber by Lasne and Damont\nthey affected the greatest indifference.\"The event is not of the least\nimportance,\" they repeated, several times over; \"the police commissary of\nthe section will come and receive the declaration of the decease; he will\nacknowledge it, and proceed to the interment without any ceremony; and the\ncommittee will give the necessary directions.\"Mary journeyed to the kitchen.As they withdrew, some\nofficers of the Temple guard asked to see the remains of little Capet.Damont having observed that the guard would not permit the bier to pass\nwithout its being opened, the deputies decided that the officers and\nnon-commissioned officers of the guard going off duty, together with those\ncoming on, should be all invited to assure themselves of the child's\ndeath.John journeyed to the garden.All having assembled in the room where the body lay, he asked them\nif they recognised it as that of the ex-Dauphin, son of the last King of\nFrance.Those who had seen the young Prince at the Tuileries, or at the\nTemple (and most of them had), bore witness to its being the body of Louis\nXVII.Sandra left the apple.Sandra moved to the bedroom.When they were come down into the council-room, Darlot drew up the\nminutes of this attestation, which was signed by a score of persons.These minutes were inserted in the journal of the Temple tower, which was\nafterwards deposited in the office of the Minister of the Interior.Sandra picked up the milk there.During this visit the surgeons entrusted with the autopsy arrived at the\nouter gate of the Temple.Sandra dropped the milk.These were Dumangin, head physician of the\nHospice de l'Unite; Pelletan, head surgeon of the Grand Hospice de\nl'Humanite; Jeanroy, professor in the medical schools of Paris; and\nLaasus, professor of legal medicine at the Ecole de Sante of Paris.The\nlast two were selected by Dumangin and Pelletan because of the former\nconnection of M. Lassus with Mesdames de France, and of M. Jeanroy with\nthe House of Lorraine, which gave a peculiar weight to their signatures.Daniel took the milk there.John grabbed the football there.Gomin received them in the council-room, and detained them until the\nNational Guard, descending from the second floor, entered to sign the\nminutes prepared by Darlot.This done, Lasne, Darlot, and Bouquet went up\nagain with the surgeons, and introduced them into the apartment of Louis\nXVII., whom they at first examined as he lay on his death-bed; but M.\nJeanroy observing that the dim light of this room was but little\nfavourable to the accomplishment of their mission, the commissaries\nprepared a table in the first room,Daniel went to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the hallway.At seven o'clock the police commissary ordered the body to be taken up,\nand that they should proceed to the cemetery.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bedroom.It was the season of the\nlongest days, and therefore the interment did not take place in secrecy\nand at night, as some misinformed narrators have said or written; it took\nplace in broad daylight, and attracted a great concourse of people before\nthe gates of the Temple palace.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.One of the municipals wished to have the\ncoffin carried out secretly by the door opening into the chapel enclosure;\nbut M. Duaser, police commiasary, who was specially entrusted with the\narrangement of the ceremony, opposed this indecorous measure, and the\nprocession passed out through the great gate.Daniel went back to the office.The crowd that was pressing\nround was kept back, and compelled to keep a line, by a tricoloured\nribbon, held at short distances by gendarmes.Compassion and sorrow were\nimpressed on every countenance.A small detachment of the troops of the line from the garrison of Paris,\nsent by the authorities, was waiting to serve as an escort.The bier,\nstill covered with the pall, was carried on a litter on the shoulders of\nfour men, who relieved each other two at a time; it was preceded by six or\neight men, headed by a sergeant.The procession was accompanied a long\nway by the crowd, and a great number of persona followed it even to the\ncemetery.The name of \"Little Capet,\" and the more popular title of\nDauphin, spread from lip to lip, with exclamations of pity and compassion.Marguerite, not by the church, as\nsome accounts assert, but by the old gate of the cemetery.The interment\nwas made in the corner, on the left, at a distance of eight or nine feet\nfrom the enclosure wall, and at an equal distance from a small house,\nwhich subsequently served as a school.The grave was filled up,--no mound\nmarked its place, and not even a trace remained of the interment!John went back to the garden.John travelled to the office.Not\ntill then did the commissaries of police and the municipality withdraw,\nand enter the house opposite the church to draw up the declaration of\ninterment.Sandra got the milk there.It was nearly nine o'clock, and still daylight.John went back to the kitchen.Release of Madame Royale.--Her Marriage to the Duc d'Angouleme.She was also as unscrupulous in her\nmorals as the fair one whom the Poet is now describing.][Footnote 058: And Lais.--Ver.There are generally supposed to have\nbe\u00e9n two famous courtesans of the name of Lais.The first was carried\ncaptive, when a child, from Sicily, in the second year of the 91st\nOlympiad, and being taken to Corinth, became famous throughout Greece\nfor her extreme beauty, and the high price she put upon her favSandra left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John moved to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Many of the richest and most learned men resorted to her, and became\nsmitten by her charms.Mary went back to the bedroom.Mary moved to the office.The second Lais was the daughter of Alcibiades,\nby his mistress, Timandra.When Demosthenes applied for a share of her\nfavours, she made the extravagant demand of ten thousand drachmae, upon\nwhich, regaining his wisdom (which had certainly forsaken him for a\ntime) he said that he would not purchase repentance at so high a price.]Sandra moved to the garden.John travelled to the garden.[Footnote 059: In its thinness.--Ver.Sandra went back to the hallway.Possibly it was made of Coan\ncloth, if Corinna was as extravagant as she was vicious.]Mary took the football there.[Footnote 060: The cruel fetter--Ver.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Among the Romans, the porter\nwas frequently bound by a chain to his post, that he might not forsake\nit.][Footnote 062: Watches of the keepers.--Ver.Mary went to the bedroom.Properly, the 'excubi\u00e6'\nwere the military watches that were kept on guard, either by night or\nday, while the term 'vigili\u00e6,' was only applied to the watch by night.Daniel went to the garden.He here alludes to the watch kept by jealous men over their wives.]John travelled to the office.Mary moved to the office.[Footnote 063: Spectres that flit by night.--Ver.The dread of the\nghosts of the departed entered largely among the Roman superstitions.Mary discarded the football there.Sandra moved to the garden.See an account of the Ceremony, in the Fifth Book of the Fasti, 1.John took the football there.Mary travelled to the kitchen.422,\net seq., for driving the ghosts, or Lemures, from the house.][Footnote 064: Ready for the whip--Ver.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.See the Note to the 81st\nline of the Epistle of De'ianira to Hercules.Ovid says, that he has\noften pleaded for him to his mistress; indeed, the Roman ladies often\nshowed more cruelty to the slaves, both male and female, than the men\ndid to the male slaves.]Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the office.Sandra moved to the office.[Footnote 065: As you wish.--Ver.Of course it would be the\nporter's wish that the night should pass quickly on, as he would be\nrelieved in the morning, and was probably forbidden to sleep during the\nnight.][Footnote 066: Hours of the night pass on.--Ver.John went back to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the garden.This is an\nintercalary line, being repeated after each seventh one.]John dropped the football.[Footnote 067: From the door-post.--Ver.The fastenings of the\nRoman doors consisted of a bolt placed at the bottom of eacn 'foris,' or\nwing of the door, whichSandra went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "By way of\nadditional precaution, at night, the front door was secured by a bar of\nwood or iron, here called'sera,' which ran across, and was inserted in\nsockets on each side of the doorway.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Hence it was necessary to remove or\nstrike away the bar, 'excutere seram,' before the door could be opened.]Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.[Footnote 068: Water of the slave.--Ver.Water was the principal\nbeverage of the Roman slaves, but they were allowed a small quantity of\nwiue, which was increased on the Saturnalia.'Far,' or'spelt,' formed\ntheir general sustenance, of which they received one 'libra' daily.Salt and oil were also allowed them, and sometimes fruit, but seldom\nvegetables.Mary moved to the bedroom.Flesh meat seems not to have been given to them.][Footnote 069: About my temples.--Ver.'Circa mea tempora,'\nliterally, 'around my temples' This-expression is used, because it was\nsupposed that the vapours of excessive wine affect the brain.Sandra took the football there.Daniel went back to the bedroom.He says\nthat he has only taken a moderate quantity of wine, although the chaplet\nfalling from off his hair would seem to bespeak the contrary.][Footnote 073: Otherwise I myself!--Ver.Heinsius thinks that this\nand the following line are spurious.]Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.[Footnote 074: Holding in my torch--Ver.Daniel took the apple there.Torches were usually\ncarried by the Romans, for their guidance after sunset, and were\ngenerally made of wooden staves or twigs, bound by a rope around them,\nin a spiral form, or else by circular bands at equal distances.The\ninside of the torch was filled with flax, tow, or dead vegetable\nmatter, impregnated with pitch, wax, rosin, oil, or other inflammable\nsubstances.]Sandra moved to the garden.[Footnote 075: Love and wine.--Ver.Sandra went back to the kitchen.He seems, by this, to admit\nthat he has taken more than a moderate quantity of wine,'modicum\nvinum,' as he says above.][Footnote 076: Anxieties of the prison.--Ver.He alludes to the\n'ergastulum,' or prison for slaves, that was attached to most of the\nRoman farms, whither the refractory slaves were sent from the City to\nwork in chains.It was mostly under ground, and, was lighted with narrow\nwindows, too high from the ground to be touched with the hand.Slaves who had displeased their masters were usually sent there for a\npunishment, and those of uncouth habits were kept there.Plutarch says\nthat they were established, on the conquest of Italy, in consequence\nof the number of foreign slaves imported for the cultivation of\nthe conquered territory.They were finally abolished by the Emperor\nHadrian.][Footnote 077: Bird is arousing.--Ver.Daniel journeyed to the garden.The cock, whom the poets\nuniversally consider as 'the harbinger of morn", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "[Footnote 078: Equally slaves.--Ver.Sandra picked up the football there.He called the doors, which\nwere bivalve or folding-doors, his 'conserv\u00e6,' or 'fellow' slaves,' from\nthe fact of their being obedient to the will of a slave.Plautu\u00e2, in\nthe Asinaria, act.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.3, has a similar expression:--'Nolo ego\nfores, conservas meas a te verberarier.'John went to the garden.'I won't have my door, my\nfellow-slave, thumped by you.'][Footnote 080: Did not Ajax too.--Ver.Ajax Telamon, on being\nrefused the arms of Achilles, became mad, and slaughtered a flock\nof sheep, fancying that they were the sons of Atreus, and his enemy\nUlysses.His shield, formed of seven ox hides, is celebrated by Homer.][Footnote 081: Mystic Goddesses.--Ver.Mary went back to the bathroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.Orestes avenged the death of\nhis father, Agamemnon, by slaying his own mother, Clytemnestra, together\nwith her paramour, \u00c6gistheus.He also attempted to attack the Furies,\nwhen they haunted him for the murder of his mother.]John travelled to the bathroom.[Footnote 082: Daughter of Schceneus.--Ver.He laid it out upon the land, just\nas I thought he would; and so it wasn't wasted.Mary travelled to the garden.But that same\nharvest-time, when he was sitting at home one evening, he began\ntalking about Christian, and wondering why he had so clean forgotten\nhim.\"Now again the wound opened, and the money burned me so that I was\nobliged to go out of the room.I had sinned, and yet my sin had\nanswered no end.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Since then, I have hardly dared to look into his\neyes, blessed as they are.\"The mother who has sinned against her own child is the most\nmiserable of all mothers;... and yet I did it only out of love....\nAnd so, I dare say, I shall be punished accordingly by the loss of\nwhat I love most.Sandra grabbed the apple there.For since the middle of the winter, he has again\ntaken to singing the tune that he used to sing when he was longing to\ngo away; he has sung it ever since he was a lad, and whenever I hear\nit I grow pale.Then I feel I could give up all for him; and only see\nthis.\"She took from her bosom a piece of paper, unfolded it and gave\nit to the Clergyman.\"He now and then writes something here; I think\nit's some words to that tune.... I brought it with me; for I can't\nmyself read such small writing... will you look and see if there\nisn't something written about his going away....\"\n\nThere was only one whole verse on the paper.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.For the second verse,\nthere were only a few half-finished lines, as if", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.The first verse ran thus,--\n\n   \"What shall I see if I ever go\n        Over the mountains high?Mary took the apple there.Now I can see but the peaks of snow,\n    Crowning the cliffs where the pine trees grow,\n        Waiting and longing to rise\n        Nearer the beckoning skies.\"\"Yes, it is about that,\" replied the Clergyman, putting the paper\ndown.Sandra went back to the kitchen.She sat with folded\nhands, looking intently and anxiously into the Clergyman's face,\nwhile tear after tear fell down her cheeks.The Clergyman knew no more what to do in the matter than she did.\"Well, I think the lad must be left alone in this case,\" he said.Mary went back to the office.\"Life can't be made different for his sake; but what he will find in\nit must depend upon himself; now, it seems, he wishes to go away in\nsearch of life's good.\"\"But isn't that just what the old crone did?\"\"Yes; she who went away to fetch the sunshine, instead of making\nwindows in the wall to let it in.\"Sandra took the milk there.The Clergyman was much astonished at Margit's words, and so he had\nbeen before, when she came speak to him on this subject; but,\nindeed, she had thought of hardly anything else for eight years.\"Well, as to the letters, that wasn't quite right.Keeping back what\nbelonged to your son, can't be justified.Mary discarded the apple.But it was still worse to\nmake a fellow Christian appear in a bad light when he didn't deserve\nit; and especially as he was one whom Arne was so fond of, and who\nloved him so dearly in return.Mary got the apple there.But we will pray God to forgive you;\nwe will both pray.\"Daniel moved to the bedroom.Margit still sat with her hands folded, and her head bent down.\"How I should pray him to forgive me, if I only knew he would stay!\"she said: surely, she was confounding our Lord with Arne.The\nClergyman, however, appeared as if he did not notice it.John went to the bedroom.\"Do you intend to confess it to him directly?\"She looked down, and said in a low voice, \"I should much like to wait\na little if I dared.\"The Clergyman turned aside with a smile, and asked, \"Don't you\nbelieve your sin becomes greater, the longer you delay confessing\nit?\"She pulled her handkerchief about with both hands, folded it into a\nvery small square, and tried to fold it into a still smaller one, but\ncould not.\"If I confess about the letters, I'm afraid he'll go away.\"Sandra dropped the milk there.\"Then, you dare not rely upon our Lord?\"\"Oh, yes, I do, indeed,\" she said hurriedly; and then she added in a\nlow voice, \"but still, if he were to go away from me?\"\"Then, I see you", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the bedroom.Margit had unfolded her handkerchief again; and now she put it to her\neyes, for she began weeping.Daniel moved to the hallway.The Clergyman remained for a while\nlooking at her silently; then he went on, \"Why, then, did you tell me\nall this, if it was not to lead to anything?\"John went to the kitchen.He waited long, but she\ndid not answer.John got the milk there.\"Perhaps you thought your sin would become less when\nyou had confessed it?\"\"Yes, I did,\" she said, almost in a whisper, while her head bent\nstill lower upon her breast.Mary travelled to the kitchen.\"Well, well, my good Margit, take\ncourage; I hope all will yet turn out for the best.\"she asked, looking up; and a sad smile passed over\nher tear-marked face.\"Yes, I do; I believe God will no longer try you.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went to the garden.You will have joy\nin your old age, I am sure.\"\"If I might only keep the joy I have!\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.she said; and the Clergyman\nthought she seemed unable to fancy any greater happiness than living\nin that constant anxiety.Daniel picked up the apple there.\"If we had but a little girl, now, who could take hold on him, then\nI'm sure he would stay.\"\"You may be sure I've thought of that,\" she said, shaking her head.\"Well, there's Eli Boeen; she might be one who would please him.\"\"You may be sure I've thought of that.\"She rocked the upper part of\nher body backwards and forwards.Mary travelled to the bathroom.\"If we could contrive that they might oftener see each other here at\nthe parsonage?\"John dropped the milk.\"You may be sure I've thought of that!\"She clapped her hands and\nlooked at the Clergyman with a smile all over her face.He stopped\nwhile he was lighting his pipe.\"Perhaps this, after all, was what brought you here to-day?\"She looked down, put two fingers into the folded handkerchief, and\npulled out one corner of it.\"Ah, well, God help me, perhaps it was this I wanted.\"The Clergyman walked up and down, and smiled.\"Perhaps, too, you came\nfor the same thing the last time you were here?\"She pulled out the corner of the handkerchief still farther, and\nhesitated awhile.\"Well, as you ask me, perhaps I did--yes.\"'Oh, you 'ave come, then,' sneered Crass.'Thought p'raps you'd gorn\nfor a 'oliday.'Sawkins muttered something about oversleeping himself, and having\nhastily put on his apron, he went upstairs with Harlow.'Now, let's see,' Crass said, addressing Philpot.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.'You and Newman 'ad\nbetter go and make a start on the second floor: this is the colour, and\n'ere's a couple of candles.John moved to the hallway.John travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "You'd better not both go in one room or\n'Unter will growl about it.You take one of the front and let Newman\ntake one of the back rooms.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Take a bit of stoppin' with you: they're\ngoin' to 'ave two coats, but you'd better putty up the 'oles as well as\nyou can, this time.''Them rooms will never look nothing\nwith two coats--a light colour like this.'Daniel went to the kitchen.'It's only goin' to get two, anyway,' returned Crass, testily.''Unter\nsaid so, so you'll 'ave to do the best you can with 'em, and get 'em\nsmeared over middlin' sudden, too.'Mary got the milk there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Crass did not think it necessary to mention that according to the copy\nof the specification of the work which he had in his pocket the rooms\nin question were supposed to have four coats.John journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Mary got the apple there.'There's that drorin'-room,' he said.John went to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the hallway.'I don't know what's goin' to be\ndone with that yet.I don't think they've decided about it.Whatever's\nto be done to it will be an extra, because all that's said about it in\nthe contract is to face it up with putty and give it one coat of white.So you and Easton 'ad better get on with it.'Slyme was busy softening some putty by rubbing and squeezing it between\nhis hands.'I suppose I'd better finish the room I started on on Saturday?'As he passed through the kitchen on the way to his work, Slyme accosted\nBert, the boy, who was engaged in lighting, with some pieces of wood, a\nfire to boil the water to make the tea for breakfast at eight o'clock.'There's a bloater I want's cooked,' he said.Mary discarded the apple.Mary put down the milk.'Put it over there on the dresser along of\nPhilpot's and mine.'Slyme took the bloater from his food basket, but as he was about to put\nit in the place indicated, he observed that his was rather a larger one\nthan either of the other two.Daniel grabbed the apple there.After\nthey were cooked it would not be easy to say which was which: he might\npossibly be given one of the smaller ones instead of his own.He took\nout his pocket knife and cut off the tail of the large bloater.Daniel travelled to the garden.''Ere it is, then,' he said to Bert.'I've cut the tail of mine so as\nyou'll know which it is.'It was now about twenty minutes past seven and all the other men having\nbeen started at work, Crass washed his hands under the tap.Sandra moved to the office.Then he\nwent into the kitchen and having rigged up a seat by taking two of the\ndrawers out of the dresser and placing them on the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The boy went into the scullery and began washing up\nthe cups and jars for the men to drink out of.Bert was a lean, undersized boy about fifteen years of age and about\nfour feet nine inches in height.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Daniel moved to the bathroom.He had light brown hair and hazel\ngrey eyes, and his clothes were of many colours, being thickly\nencrusted with paint, the result of the unskillful manner in which he\ndid his work, for he had only been at the trade about a year.Daniel went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Some of\nthe men had nicknamed him 'the walking paint-shop', a title which Bert\naccepted good-humouredly.His father had been a railway porter who had\nworked very laboriously for twelve or fourteen hours every day for many\nyears, with the usual result, namely, that he and his family lived in a\ncondition of perpetual poverty.Bert, who was their only child and not\nvery robust, had early shown a talent for drawing, so when his father\ndied a little over a year ago, his mother readily assented when the boy\nsaid that he wished to become a decorator.It was a nice light trade,\nand she thought that a really good painter, such as she was sure he\nwould become, was at least always able to earn a good living.Resolving to give the boy the best possible chance, she decided if\npossible to place him at Rushton's, that being one of the leading firms\nin the town.John moved to the kitchen.At first Mr Rushton demanded ten pounds as a premium, the\nboy to be bound for five years, no wages the first year, two shillings\na week the second, and a rise of one shilling every year for the\nremainder of the term.Afterwards, as a special favour--a matter of\ncharity, in fact, as she was a very poor woman--he agreed to accept\nfive pounds.This sum represented the thrifty savings of years, but the poor woman\nparted with it willingly in order that the boy should become a skilled\nworkman.So Bert was apprenticed--bound for five years--to Rushton &\nCo.Sandra grabbed the apple there.For the first few months his life had been spent in the paint-shop at\nthe yard, a place that was something between a cellar and a stable.Sandra travelled to the hallway.There, surrounded by the poisonous pigments and materials of the trade,\nthe youthful artisan worked, generally alone, cleaning the dirty\npaint-pots brought in by the workmen from finished 'jobs' outside, and\noccasionally mixing paint according to the instructions of Mr Hunter,\nor one of the sub-foremen.Sometimes he was sent out to carry materials to the places where the\nmen were working--heavy loads of paint or white lead--sometimes pails\nof whitewash that his slender arms had been too feeble to carry more\nthan a few yards at a time.Sandra moved to the garden.Often his fragile, childish figure was seen staggering manfully along,\nbending beneath the weight of a pair of steps or a heavy plank.He could manage a good many parcels at", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Occasionally,\nhowever, there were more than he could carry; then they were put into a\nhandcart which he pushed or dragged after him to the distant jobs.I got her a little French party\ncoat.Mary picked up the apple there.It will be just as good next year as this.Anyhow as Jimmie\nsays, I had to get it.\"\"I got her slipper buckles,\" Gertrude admitted.\"I got her the Temple _Shakespeare_,\" Beulah added.\"She was always\ncarrying around those big volumes.\"Mary dropped the apple.\"You're looking better, Beulah,\" Margaret said.\"Jimmie says I'm looking more human.Daniel went back to the garden.I guess perhaps that's it,--I'm\nfeeling more--human.I needed humanizing--even at the expense of\nsome--some heartbreak,\" she said bravely.Mary journeyed to the office.Margaret crossed the room to take a seat on Beulah's chair-arm, and\nslipped an arm around her.\"You're all right if you know that,\" she whispered softly.John got the football there.\"I thought I was going to bring you Eleanor herself,\" Peter said.\"I\ngot on the trail of a girl working in a candy shop out in Yonkers.My\nfaithful sleuth was sure it was Eleanor and I was ass enough to\nbelieve he knew what he was talking about.When I got out there I\nfound a strawberry blonde with gold teeth.\"\"Gosh, you don't think she's doing anything like that,\" Jimmie\nexclaimed.Mary went back to the kitchen.\"I don't know,\" Peter said miserably.Daniel picked up the milk there.John travelled to the bedroom.He was looking ill and unlike\nhimself.John moved to the hallway.His deep set gray eyes were sunken far in his head, his brow\nwas too white, and the skin drawn too tightly over his jaws.John discarded the football.Daniel dropped the milk.\"As a\nde-tec-i-tive, I'm afraid I'm a failure.\"John got the football there.Mary journeyed to the garden.\"We're all failures for that matter,\" David said.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Eleanor's empty place, set with the liqueur glass she always drank her\nthimbleful of champagne in, and the throne chair from the drawing-room\nin which she presided over the feasts given in her honor, was almost\ntoo much for them.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary took the apple there.Peter shaded\nhis eyes with his hand, and Gertrude and Jimmie groped for each\nother's hands under the shelter of the table-cloth.\"This--this won't do,\" David said.He turned to Beulah on his left,\nsitting immovable, with her eyes staring unseeingly into the\ncenterpiece of holly and mistletoe arranged by Alphonse so lovingly.Mary dropped the apple.\"We must either turn this into a kind of a wake, and kneel as we\nfeast, or we must try to rise above it somehow.\"\"I don't see why,\" Jimmie", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"I'm in favor of each man howling\ninformally as he listeth.\"\"Let's drink her health anyhow,\" David insisted.\"I cut out the\nSauterne and the claret, so we could begin on the wine at once in this\ncontingency.Here's to our beloved and dear absent daughter.\"\"Long may she wave,\" Jimmie cried, stumbling to his feet an instant\nafter the others.Daniel grabbed the apple there.While they were still standing with their glasses uplifted, the bell\nrang.\"Don't let anybody in, Alphonse,\" David admonished him.Mary got the milk there.They all turned in the direction of the hall, but there was no sound\nof parley at the front door.Mary went back to the kitchen.Eleanor had put a warning finger to her\nlips, as Alphonse opened it to find her standing there.She stripped\noff her hat and her coat as she passed through the drawing-room, and\nstood in her little blue cloth traveling dress between the portieres\nthat separated it from the dining-room.Mary moved to the garden.The six stood transfixed at\nthe sight of her, not believing the vision of their eyes.Sandra went back to the garden.\"You're drinking my health,\" she cried, as she stretched out her arms\nto them.my dears, and my dearests, will you forgive me for\nrunning away from you?\"CHAPTER XXV\n\nTHE LOVER\n\n\nThey left her alone with Peter in the drawing room in the interval\nbefore the coffee, seeing that he had barely spoken to her though his\neyes had not left her face since the moment of her spectacular\nappearance between the portieres.\"I'm not going to marry you, Peter,\" Beulah whispered, as she slipped\nby him to the door, \"don't think of me.But Peter was almost past coherent thought or speech as they stood\nfacing each other on the hearth-rug,--Eleanor's little head up and her\nbreath coming lightly between her sweet, parted lips.\"How could you, dear--how could\nyou,--how could you?\"\"I'm back all safe, now, Uncle Peter.\"I'm sorry I made you all that trouble,\" Eleanor said, \"but I thought\nit would be the best thing to do.\"\"Tell me why,\" Peter said, \"tell me why, I've suffered so\nmuch--wondering--wondering.\"Mary moved to the office.\"I thought it was only I who did the\nsuffering.\"She moved a step nearer to him, and Peter gripped her hard by the\nshoulders.Then his lips met hers dumbly,\nbeseechingly.Sandra went back to the bathroom.*       *       *       *       *\n\n\"It was all a mistake,--my going away,\" she wrote some days after.\"I\nought to have stayed at the school, and graduated, and then come down\nto New York, and faced things.I have my lesson now about facing\nthings.Mary discarded the milk.If any other crisis comes into my life, I hope I shall be as\nstrong", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary grabbed the milk there.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.I think we always have more strength than we understand ourselves to\nhave.\"I am so wonderfully happy about Uncle David and Aunt Margaret, and I\nknow Uncle Jimmie needs Aunt Gertrude and has always needed her.John travelled to the garden.Did\nmy going away help those things to their fruition?Daniel journeyed to the hallway.\"I can not bear to think of Aunt Beulah, but I know that I must bear\nto think of her, and face the pain of having hurt her as I must face\nevery other thing that comes into my life from this hour.John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.I would give\nher back Peter, if I could,--but I can not.He is mine, and I am his,\nand we have been that way from the beginning.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary moved to the garden.Sandra took the football there.I have thought of him\nalways as stronger and wiser than any one in the world, but I don't\nthink he is.Mary moved to the kitchen.The Doctor, too, was fetched; and he put them all together so\ncleverly that nothing was wanting but the flesh.And then it struck\nsome of the people that the skeleton was just about the same size\nand make as Alf, the pedlar.'I'll call again,' Alf used to say.Mary moved to the hallway.\"And then it struck somebody else, that it was a very queer thing a\ndead hand should have made a great fellow like Big Lazy-bones fall\nflat down like that: and the magistrate accused him straight of\nhaving had more to do with that dead hand than he ought--of course,\nwhen nobody else was by.John went back to the kitchen.But then Big Lazy-bones foreswore it with\nsuch fearful oaths that the magistrate turned quite giddy.Mary discarded the milk there.Daniel took the milk there.'Well,'\nsaid the magistrate, 'if you didn't do it, I dare say you're a\nfellow, now, who would not mind sleeping with the skeleton\nto-night?'Daniel left the milk.--'No; I shouldn't mind a bit,--not I,' said Big\nLazy-bones.So the Doctor tied the joints of the skeleton together,\nand laid it in one of the beds in the barracks; and put another bed\nclose by it for Big Lazy-bones.Mary went to the kitchen.The magistrate wrapped himself in his\ncloak, and lay down close to the door outside.When night came on,\nand Big Lazy-bones had to go in to his bedfellow, the door shut\nbehind him as though of itself, and he stood in the dark.But then\nBig Lazy-bones set off singing psalms, for he had a mighty voice.'May be the bells were never tolled for him,' answered Big\nLazy-bones.Then he began praying out loud, as earnestly as ever he\ncould.Daniel journeyed to the garden.asked the magistrate from outside the\nwall.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Mary went back to the office.'No doubt,", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.Then a time after, all got so still that the magistrate\nmight have gone to sleep.But then came a shrieking that made the\nvery barracks shake: 'I'll call again!'--Then came a hellish noise\nand crash: 'Out with that fifty dollars of mine!'roared Big\nLazy-bones: and the shrieking and crashing came again.Then the\nmagistrate burst open the door; the people rushed in with poles and\nfirebrands; and there lay Big Lazy-bones on the floor, with the\nskeleton on the top of him.\"There was a deep silence all round the table.At last a man who was\nlighting his clay-pipe said, \"Didn't he go mad from that very time?\"Arne fancied everybody was looking at him, and he dared not raise his\neyes.Daniel got the football there.\"I say, as I said before,\" continued the man who had told the\ntale, \"nothing can be buried so deeply that it won't one day be\nbrought to light.\"\"Well, now I'll tell you about a son who beat his own father,\" said a\nfair stout man with a round face.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the hallway.Arne no longer knew where he was\nsitting.Daniel put down the football there.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Mary went back to the office.\"This son was a great fellow, almost a giant, belonging to a tall\nfamily in Hardanger; and he was always at odds with somebody or\nother.He and his father were always quarrelling about the yearly\nallowance; and so he had no peace either at home or out.\"This made him grow more and more wicked; and the father persecuted\nhim.Mary moved to the kitchen.'I won't be put down by anybody,' the son said.John travelled to the bathroom.'Yes, you'll be\nput down by me so long as I live,' the father answered.Mary moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.'If you don't\nhold your tongue,' said the son, rising, 'I'll strike you.'Daniel moved to the office.--'Well,\ndo if you dare; and never in this world will you have luck again,'\nanswered the father, rising also.--'Do you mean to say that?'Daniel got the milk there.said\nthe son; and he rushed upon him and knocked him down.Mary went back to the garden.But the father\ndidn't try to help himself: he folded his arms and let the son do\njust as he liked with him.Daniel left the milk.John travelled to the office.Then he knocked him about, rolled him over\nand over, and dragged him towards the door by his white hair.'I'll\nhave peace in my own house, at any rate,' said he.Mary put down the apple.But when they had\ncome to the door, the father raised himself a little and cried out,\n'Not beyond the door, for so far I dragged my own father.'The son\ndidn't heed it, but dragged the old man's head over the threshold.And theDaniel went to the bathroom.John got the milk there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.Sandra picked up the apple there.\"Ah, that's a sad story,\" several said.Then Arne fancied he heard\nsome one saying, \"It's a wicked thing to strike one's father;\" and he\nrose, turning deadly pale.\"Now I'll tell _you_ something,\" he said; but he hardly knew what he\nwas going to say: words seemed flying around him like large\nsnowflakes.\"I'll catch them at random,\" he said and began:--\n\n\"A troll once met a lad walking along the road weeping.'Whom are\nyou most afraid of?'Daniel dropped the football.asked the troll, 'yourself or others?'Now,\nthe boy was weeping because he had dreamed last night he had killed\nhis wicked father; and so he answered, 'I'm most afraid of\nmyself.'--'Then fear yourself no longer, and never weep again; for\nhenceforward you shall only have strife with others.'But the first whom the lad met jeered at him; and so\nthe lad jeered at him again.Sandra discarded the apple.John got the football there.The second he met beat him; and so he\nbeat him again.Sandra got the apple there.The third he met tried to kill him; and so the lad\nkilled him.John went to the bathroom.Then all the people spoke ill of the lad; and so he spoke\nill again of all the people.They shut the doors against him, and\nkept all their things away from him; so he stole what he wanted; and\nhe even took his night's rest by stealth.Mary journeyed to the garden.Sandra dropped the apple.As now they wouldn't let\nhim come to do anything good, he only did what was bad; and all that\nwas bad in other people, they let him suffer for.And the people in\nthe place wept because of the mischief done by the lad; but he did\nnot weep himself, for he could not.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Secretary Canning remained leader of the House of Commons under\nthe Duke of Wellington, all that he would have gained by the death of\nLord Liverpool was a master.Sandra got the apple there.Had the Duke of Wellington become Secretary\nof State under Mr.Daniel travelled to the garden.Canning he would have materially advanced his\npolitical position, not only by holding the seals of a high department\nin which he was calculated to excel, but by becoming leader of the\nHouse of Lords.Daniel moved to the bedroom.But his Grace was induced by certain court intriguers to\nbelieve that the King would send for him, and he was also aware that Mr.Peel would no longer serve under any ministry in the House of Commons.Under any circumstances it would have been impossible to keep the\nLiverpool Cabinet together.John dropped the football.The struggle, therefore, between the Duke of\nWellington and'my dear Mr.Canning' was internecine, and ended somewhat\nunexpectedly.And here we must stop to do justice to our friend Mr.Rigby, whose\nconduct on this occasion was distinguished by a bustling dexteritySandra left the apple.John grabbed the football there.Daniel got the apple there.John left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the hallway.Mary went back to the garden.Sandra went to the kitchen.He had, as we have before intimated, on the credit\nof some clever lampoons written during the Queen's trial, which were,\nin fact, the effusions of Lucian Gay, wriggled himself into a sort of\noccasional unworthy favour at the palace, where he was half butt and\nhalf buffoon.Mary moved to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel went back to the office.John went back to the garden.Here, during the interregnum occasioned by the death, or\nrather inevitable retirement, of Lord Liverpool, Mr.John travelled to the office.Sandra got the milk there.John went back to the kitchen.Rigby contrived\nto scrape up a conviction that the Duke was the winning horse, and in\nconsequence there appeared a series of leading articles in a notorious\nevening newspaper, in which it was, as Tadpole and Taper declared, most\n'slashingly' shown, that the son of an actress could never be tolerated\nas a Prime Minister of England.Sandra left the milk.Not content with this, and never\ndoubting for a moment the authentic basis of his persuasion, Mr.Sandra took the milk there.Rigby\npoured forth his coarse volubility on the subject at several of the new\nclubs which he was getting up in order to revenge himself for having\nbeen black-balled at White's.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Sandra left the milk there.John moved to the garden.What with arrangements about Lord Monmouth's boroughs, and the lucky\nbottling of some claret which the Duke had imported on Mr.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Rigby's\nrecommendation, this distinguished gentleman contrived to pay almost\nhourly visits at Apsley House, and so bullied Tadpole and Taper that\nthey scarcely dared address him.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the kitchen.About four-and-twenty hours before the\nresult, and when it was generally supposed that the Duke was in, Mr.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went to the office.John journeyed to the kitchen.John went to the bathroom.Rigby, who had gone down to Windsor to ask his Majesty the date of some\nobscure historical incident, which Rigby, of course, very well knew,\nfound that audiences were impossible, that Majesty was agitated, and\nlearned, from an humble but secure authority, that in spite of all his\nslashing articles, and Lucian Gay's parodies of the Irish melodies,\nCanning was to be Prime Minister.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the office.John travelled to the kitchen.To common minds; there are\nno such things as scrapes for gentlemen with Mr.Sandra went to the garden.John went to the garden.He had indeed, in the world, the credit of being an adept in\nmachinations, and was supposed ever to be involved in profound and\ncomplicated contrivancesSandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Sandra left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the garden.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John went back to the kitchen.Rigby; and his intellect was totally incapable of\ndevising or sustaining an intricate or continuous scheme.John went back to the hallway.He was, in\nshort, a man who neither felt nor thought; but who possessed, in a\nvery remarkable degree, a restless instinct for adroit baseness.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the office.Mary got the football there.On the\npresent occasion he got into his carriage, and drove at the utmost speed\nfrom Windsor to the Foreign Office.Sandra moved to the office.Mary left the football.The Secretary of State was engaged\nwhen he arrived; but Mr.John went to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.He\nrushed upstairs, flung open the door, and with agitated countenance, and\neyes suffused with tears, threw himself into the arms of the astonished\nMr.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra travelled to the hallway.'All is right,' exclaimed the devoted Rigby, in broken tones; 'I have\nconvinced the King that the First Minister must be in the House of\nCommons.John journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the bedroom.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra got the apple there.No one knows it but myself; but it is certain.'Mary went to the bedroom.We have seen that at an early period of his career, Mr.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary travelled to the office.John journeyed to the garden.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra discarded the apple.His course had been one of unbroken prosperity; the\nhero of the University had become the favourite of the House of Commons.Mary travelled to the hallway.Mary grabbed the apple there.His retreat, therefore, was not prompted by chagrin.John moved to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Nor need it have\nbeen suggested by a calculating ambition, for the ordinary course of\nevents was fast bearing to him all to which man could aspire.Sandra discarded the football.Daniel got the football there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.One\nmight rather suppose, that he had already gained sufficient experience,\nperhaps in his Irish Secretaryship, to make him pause in that career of\nsuperficial success which education and custom had hitherto chalked out\nfor him, rather than the creative energies of his own mind.Mary put down the apple.A thoughtful\nintellect may have already detected elements in our social system which\nrequired a finer observation, and a more unbroken study, than the gyves\nand trammels of office would permit.He may have discovered that the\nrepresentation of the University, looked upon in those days as the\nblue ribbon of the House of Commons, was a sufficient fetter without\nunnecessarily adding to its restraint.Sandra put down the milk.Daniel put down the football.He may have wished to reserve\nhimself for a happier occasion, and a more progressive period.Daniel went back to the garden.John travelled to the office.He may\nhave felt the strong necessity of arresting himself in his rapid career\nof felicitous routine, to survey his position in", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "For that, he could not but be conscious that the education which he had\nconsummated, however ornate and refined, was not sufficient.Daniel journeyed to the office.That age\nof economical statesmanship which Lord Shelburne had predicted in 1787,\nwhen he demolished, in the House of Lords, Bishop Watson and the\nBalance of Trade, which Mr.John took the football there.\"Wal, I kinder 'low you-uns is all right, but thar's others might not\nthink so.John discarded the football.John travelled to the garden.S'pose you know what moonshine is?\"Daniel travelled to the garden.\"Yes; it is illicitly distilled whiskey.\"Sandra went to the garden.Wal, ther revenues say thar's moonshine made round these\nparts.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.They come round ev'ry little while to spy an' cotch ther folks\nthat makes it.\"Daniel moved to the office.\"By revenues you mean the officers of the government?\"\"Wal, they may be officers, but they're a difrrunt kind than Jock\nHawkins.\"Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.\"He's ther sheriff down to ther cove.John travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the garden.Mary dropped the milk.Jock Hawkins knows better'n to\ncome snoopin' 'round, an' he's down on revenues ther same as ther rest\no' us is.\"John went back to the garden.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra put down the milk.\"Then you do not like the revenue officers?\"Mary went back to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the bedroom.cried the girl, starting up, her eyes seeming to blaze in\nthe dusky twilight.John got the milk there.\"I hate 'em wuss'n pizen!An' I've got good cause\nfer hatin' 'em.\"Daniel went back to the office.The boy saw he had touched a tender spot, and he would have turned the\nconversation in another channel, but she was started, and she went on\nswiftly:\n\n\"What right has ther gover'ment to take away anybody's honest means o'\nearnin' a livin'?What right has ther gover'ment to send spies up har\nter peek an' pry an' report on a man as is makin' a little moonshine ter\nsell that he may be able ter git bread an' drink fer his fam'ly?What\nright has ther gover'ment ter make outlaws an' crim'nals o' men as\nwouldn't steal a cent that didn't b'long ter them if they was starvin'?\"Frank knew well enough the feeling of most mountain folks toward the\nrevenue officers, and he knew it was a useless task to attempt to show\nthem where they were in the wrong.Daniel moved to the kitchen.\"Yes, I has good right to hate ther revenues, an' I do!Daniel grabbed the apple there.Didn't they\npester my pore old daddy fer makin' moonshine!John left the milk.Didn't theyDaniel discarded the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "An'\ndidn't they git him cornered at last in Bent Coin's old cabin, an' when\nhe refused ter come out an' surrender, an' kep' 'em off with his gun,\ndidn't they shoot him so he died three days arter in my arms!Wal, I've got good reason ter hate 'em!\"Daniel travelled to the garden.John picked up the milk there.Mary moved to the garden.Kate was wildly excited, although she held her voice down, as if she did\nnot wish her mother to hear what she was saying.Frank was sitting so\nnear that he felt her arm quivering against his.\"I has more than that to hate 'em fer!Whar is my brother Rufe, ther best boy that ever drored a breath?Mary went to the bathroom.Ther\nrevenues come fer him, an' they got him.Thar war a trial, an' they\nproved ez he'd been consarned in makin' moonshine.He war convicted, an'\nhe's servin' his time.Wal, thar's nuthin' I hate wuss on this\nearth!\"Mary moved to the bedroom.\"You have had hard luck,\" said Frank, by way of saying something.\"It's\nlucky for us that we're not revenues.\"Daniel journeyed to the hallway.\"Yer right thar,\" she nodded.John moved to the hallway.\"I didn't know but ye war at first, but I\nchanged my mind later.\"Daniel picked up the football there.\"Wal, ye're young, an' you-uns both has honest faces.\"I don't suppose they have been able to check the making of\nmoonshine--that is, not to any extent?\"Daniel discarded the football there.\"He makes more whiskey in a week than all ther others in this region\nafore him made in a month.\"\"He must be smarter than the others before him.\"Mary travelled to the hallway.\"Wal, he's not afeared o' ther revenues, an' he's a mystery to ther men\nez works fer him right along.\"Mary travelled to the garden.\"None o' them has seen his face, an' they don't know Who he is.Daniel took the football there.They\nain't been able to find out.\"\"Wal, Con Bean war shot through ther shoulder fer follerin' Muriel, an'\nBink Mower got it in ther leg fer ther same trick.\"\"I rather admire this Muriel,\" laughed Frank.\"He may be in unlawful\nbusiness, but he seems to be a dandy.\"Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the office.John journeyed to the garden.\"He keeps five stills runnin' all ther time, an' he has a way o' gittin'\nther stuff out o' ther maountings an' disposin' of it.John left the milk.But I'm talkin'\ntoo much, as Wade would say.\"\"He's Wade Miller, a partic'lar friend o' our'n sence Rufe war tooken by\nther revenues.Wade has been good to mammy an' me.\"John travelled to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the bedroom.If I lived near", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.It was now duskish, but he was so near that\nhe could see her eyes through the twilight.Sandra went back to the garden.\"I dunno what you-uns means,\" she said, slowly, her voice falling.Daniel moved to the garden.\"Wade\nwould be powerful bad to bother.Sandra went to the office.He's ugly sometimes, an' he's jellus o'\nme.\"John dropped the milk.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John took the milk there.\"Wal, he's tryin' ter, but I don't jes' snuggle ter him ther way I might\nef I liked him right.Thar's something about him, ez I don't edzac'ly\nlike.\"\"That makes it rather one-sided, and makes me think all the more that I\nshould try to bother him if I lived near.Do you know, Miss Kenyon, that\nyou are an exceptionally pretty girl?\"\"Hair that would make you the envy of a society belle.It is the\nhandsomest hair I ever saw.\"\"Now you're makin' fun o' me, an' I don't like that.\"Sandra went back to the bathroom.She drew away as if offended, and he leaned toward her, eager to\nconvince her of his sincerity.\"Indeed, I am doing nothing of the sort,\" he protested.\"The moment I\nsaw you to-day I was struck by the beauty of your hair.John moved to the hallway.But that is not\nthe only beautiful feature about you, Miss Kenyon.He was right, for within twenty minutes every bee\nhad disappeared within the new domicile.\"To-night I will place the hive on\nthe platform with the others, and to-morrow your bees will be at work for\nyou, Amy.I don't wonder you are so interested, for of all insects I think\nbees take the palm.It is possible that the swarm will not fancy their new\nquarters, and will come out again, but it is not probable.Screened by this\nbush, you can watch in perfect safety;\" and he left her well content, with\nher glass fixed on the apiary.Having satisfied herself for the time with observing the workers coming and\ngoing, she went around to the white clover-field to see the process of\ngathering the honey.She had long since learned that bees while at work are\nharmless, unless so cornered that they sting in self-defence.Mary went back to the bedroom.Sitting on a\nrock at the edge of the clover-field, she listened to the drowsy monotone\nof innumerable wings.Then she bent her glass on a clover head, and it grew\nat once into a collection of little white tubes or jars in which from\nearth, air, and dew nature distilled the nectar that the bees were\ngathering.The intent workers stood on their heads and emptied these\nfragrant honey-jars with marvellous quickness.They knew when they were\nloaded, and in straight lines as geometrically true as the hexagon cells in\nwhich the honey would be stored they darted to their hives.When the day\ngrew warm she returned to", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "To\nher childish credulity fairy lore had been more interesting than wonderful,\nbut the instincts and habits of these children of nature touched on\nmysteries that can never be solved.At dinner the experiences of the apiary were discussed, and Leonard asked,\n\"Do you think the old-fashioned custom of beating tin pans and blowing\nhorns influences a swarm to alight?The custom is still maintained by some\npeople in the vicinity.\"\"It is no longer practiced by scientific\nbee-keepers, and yet it is founded on the principle that anything which\ndisconcerts the bees may change their plans.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the office.It is said that water or dry\nearth thrown into a whirling swarm will sometimes cause it to alight or\nreturn to the hive.\"Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra went to the kitchen.\"Your speaking of blowing horns,\" said Mr.Clifford, laughing, \"recalls a\nhiving experience that occurred seventy years ago.I was a boy then, but\nwas so punctured with stings on a June day like this that a vivid\nimpression was made on my memory.Sandra got the apple there.John went to the garden.A\nneighbor, a quaint old man who lived very near, had gained the reputation\nof an expert at this business.John grabbed the milk there.I can see him now, with his high stove-pipe\nhat, and his gnarled, wrinkled visage, which he shrouded in a green veil\nwhen hiving a swarm.Mary took the football there.He was a good-hearted old fellow, but very rough in\nhis talk.He had been to sea in early life, and profanity had become the\ncharacteristic of his vernacular.Well, word came one morning that the bees\nwere swarming, and a minute later I aroused the old man, who was smoking\nand dozing on his porch.I don't believe you ever ran faster, Alf, than I\ndid then.John discarded the milk.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Hiving bees was the old fellow's hobby and pride, and he dived\ninto his cottage, smashing his clay pipe on the way, with the haste of an\nattacked soldier seizing his weapons.In a moment he was out with all his\nparaphernalia.To me was given a fish-horn of portentous size and sound.The'skips,' which were the old fashioned straw hives that the bears so\noften emptied for our forefathers, stood in a large door-yard, over which\nthe swarm was circling.As we arrived on the scene the women were coming\nfrom the house with tin pans, and nearly all the family were out-of-doors.John took the milk there.It so happened that an old white horse was grazing in the yard, and at this\ncritical moment was near the end of the bench on which stood the hives.Coming up behind him, I thoughtlessly let off a terrific blast from my\nhorn, at which he, terrified, kicked viciously.John discarded the milk.Over went a straw skip, and\nin a moment we had another swarm of bees on hand that we had not bargained\nfor.Mary discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Dropping my horn, I covered my face with my arm, and ran for life to\nthe house, but I must have been stung twenty times before I escaped.The\nbees seemed everywhere, and as mad as hornets.Sandra travelled to the office.Although half wild with\npain, I had to laugh as I saw the old man frantically trying to adjust his\nveil, meanwhile almost dancing in his anguish.In half a minute he\nsuccumbed, and tore into a wood-shed.Everybody went to cover instantly\nexcept the white horse, and he had nowhere to go, but galloped around the\nyard as if possessed.This only made matters worse, for innocent as he was,\nthe bees justly regarded him as the cause of all the trouble.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the bathroom.At last, in\nhis uncontrollable agony, he floundered over a stone wall, and disappeared.Sandra took the football there.For an hour or two it was almost as much as one's life was worth to venture\nout.The old man, shrouded and mittened, at last crept off homeward to\nnurse his wounds and his wrath, and he made the air fairly sulphurous\naround him with his oaths.But that kind of sulphuric treatment did not\naffect the bees, for I observed from a window that at one point nearest the\nskips he began to run, and he kept up a lively pace until within his door.Daniel picked up the apple there.What became of the swarm we expected to hive I do not know.That night we destroyed the irate swarm whose skip had\nbeen kicked over, and peace was restored.\"Sandra went back to the kitchen.\"If you had told that story at the breakfast-table,\" said Amy, as soon as\nthe laugh caused by the old gentleman's account had subsided, \"you could\nnever have induced me to be present this morning, even at such a respectful\ndistance.\"Sandra left the football there.\"An old man who lives not far from us has wonderful success with bees,\"\nLeonard remarked.\"He has over fifty hives in a space not more than twenty\nfeet square, and I do not think there is a tenth of an acre in his whole\nlot, which is in the centre of a village.But\nthere was a body of the electors sufficiently numerous to turn the\nelection, who would not promise their votes: conscientious men who felt\nthe responsibility of the duty that the constitution had entrusted to\ntheir discharge, and who would not make up their minds without duly\nweighing the respective merits of the two rivals.This class of deeply\nmeditative individuals are distinguished not only by their pensive turn\nof mind, but by a charitable vein that seems to pervade their being.Daniel dropped the apple there.Not\nonly will they think of your request, but for their parts they wish both\nsides equally well.Decision, indeed, as it must dash the hopes of one\nof their solicitors, seems infinitely painful to them; they have always\na good reason for postponing it.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel got the milk there.If you seek their suffrage during the\ncanvass, theySandra went to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "If you call again to inform them that the\nwrit has arrived, they rejoin, that perhaps after all there may not be a\ncontest.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Mary got the milk there.Mary went back to the kitchen.If you call a third time, half dead with fatigue, to give them\nfriendly notice that both you and your rival have pledged yourselves to\ngo to the poll, they twitch their trousers, rub their hands, and with a\ndull grin observe,\n\n'Well, sir, we shall see.'Mary moved to the garden.Jobson,' says one of the committee, with an insinuating\nsmile, 'give Mr.Sandra went back to the garden.'Jobson, I think you and I know each other,' says a most influential\nsupporter, with a knowing nod.Mary moved to the office.'Well, I have not made up my mind yet, gentlemen.'says a solemn voice, 'didn't you tell me the other night you\nwished well to this gentleman?''So I do; I wish well to everybody,' replies the imperturbable Jobson.Sandra went back to the bathroom.'Well, Jobson,' exclaims another member of the committee, with a sigh,\n'who could have supposed that you would have been an enemy?'Mary discarded the milk.'I don't wish to be no enemy to no man, Mr.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.'Come, Jobson,' says a jolly tanner, 'if I wanted to be a Parliament\nman, I don't think you could refuse me one!''I don't think I could, Mr.'Well, then, give it to my friend.''Well, sir, I'll think about it.'Sandra went back to the bathroom.'Leave him to me,' says another member of the committee, with a\nsignificant look.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary moved to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the office.'Yes, leave him to Hayfield, Mr.Millbank; he knows how to manage him.'Daniel discarded the apple.But all the same, Jobson continues to look as little tractable and\nlamb-like as can be well fancied.Mary dropped the milk.And here, in a work which, in an unpretending shape, aspires to take\nneither an uninformed nor a partial view of the political history of the\nten eventful years of the Reform struggle, we should pause for a\nmoment to observe the strangeness, that only five years after the\nreconstruction of the electoral body by the Whig party, in a borough\ncalled into political existence by their policy, a manufacturing\ntown, too, the candidate comprising in his person every quality and\ncircumstance which could recommend him to the constituency, and\nhis opponent the worst specimen of the Old Generation, a political\nadventurer, who owed the least disreputable part of his notoriety to\nhis opposition to the Reform Bill; that in such a borough, under such\ncircumstances, there should be a contest, and that, too, one of a very\ndoubtful issue.Are we to seek it in the 'Reaction' of the\nTadpoles and the Tapers?", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Reaction, to a certain extent, is the law of human existence.Mary picked up the football there.In the\nparticular state of affairs before us, England after the Reform Act, it\nnever could be doubtful that Time would gradually, and in some instances\nrapidly, counteract the national impulse of 1832.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the office.There never could\nhave been a question, for example, that the English counties would\nhave reverted to their natural allegiance to their proprietors; but the\nresults of the appeals to the third Estate in 1835 and 1837 are not to\nbe accounted for by a mere readjustment of legitimate influences.Sandra went back to the office.The truth is, that, considerable as are the abilities of the Whig\nleaders, highly accomplished as many of them unquestionably must be\nacknowledged in parliamentary debate, experienced in council, sedulous\nin office, eminent as scholars, powerful from their position, the\nabsence of individual influence, and of the pervading authority of a\ncommanding mind, have been the cause of the fall of the Whig party.Such a supremacy was generally acknowledged in Lord Grey on the\naccession of this party to power: but it was the supremacy of a\ntradition rather than of a fact.Almost at the outset of his authority\nhis successor was indicated.When the crisis arrived, the intended\nsuccessor was not in the Whig ranks.Mary journeyed to the hallway.John travelled to the garden.It is in this virtual absence of\na real and recognised leader, almost from the moment that they passed\ntheir great measure, that we must seek a chief cause of all that\ninsubordination, all those distempered ambitions, and all those dark\nintrigues, that finally broke up, not only the Whig government, but the\nWhig party; demoralised their ranks, and sent them to the country, both\nin 1835 and 1837, with every illusion, which had operated so happily in\ntheir favour in 1832, scattered to the winds.In all things we trace the\nirresistible influence of the individual.Mary dropped the football.Daniel grabbed the football there.And yet the interval that elapsed between 1835 and 1837 proved, that\nthere was all this time in the Whig array one entirely competent to the\noffice of leading a great party, though his capacity for that fulfilment\nwas too tardily recognised.LORD JOHN RUSSELL has that degree of imagination, which, though evinced\nrather in sentiment than expression, still enables him to generalise\nfrom the details of his reading and experience; and to take those\ncomprehensive views, which, however easily depreciated by ordinary\nmen in an age of routine, are indispensable to a statesman in the\nconjunctures in which we live.He understands, therefore, his position;\nand he has the moral intrepidity which prompts him ever to dare that\nwhich his intellect assures him is politic.John went to the kitchen.He is consequently, at the\nsame time, sagacious and bold in council.Daniel dropped the football.As an administrator he is\nprompt and indefatigable.In them", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John went to the bathroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.In this\nbook, we see the _Word of God_ delivered to men by men, and these men\n_inspired_ by God to be the living _media_ of the _Revelation_ of God\nto man.Mary travelled to the hallway.John got the football there.Our next selected book will be the Church of England Prayer Book.[2] The Council of Toulouse, 1229, and the Council of Trent, 1545-63.26,\n\n[4] The first division of the Bible into _chapters_ is attributed\neither to Cardinal Hugo, for convenience in compiling his Concordance\nof the Vulgate (about 1240), or to Stephen Langton, Archbishop of\nCanterbury (about 1228), to facilitate quotation.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bedroom._Verses_ were\nintroduced into the New Testament by Robert Stephens, 1551.John travelled to the bedroom.It is said\nthat he did the work on a journey from Paris to Lyons.[9] The University Presses offer L1 1s.for every such hitherto\nundiscovered inaccuracy brought to their notice.Sandra moved to the office.John went back to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the garden.[10] This is the Church's description of Inspiration in the Nicene\nCreed: \"Who spake by the Prophets\".John journeyed to the bathroom.We now come to the second of the Church's books selected for\ndiscussion--the Prayer Book.The English Prayer Book is the local presentment of the Church's\nLiturgies for the English people.Each part of the Church has its own Liturgy, differing in detail,\nlanguage, form; but all teaching the same faith, all based upon the\nsame rule laid down by Gregory for Augustine's guidance.[1]  Thus,\nthere is the Liturgy of St.John,[2] the\nLiturgy of St.John travelled to the hallway.Mary took the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.A National Church is within her\nrights when she compiles a Liturgy for National Use, provided that it\nis in harmony with the basic Liturgies of the Undivided Church.Mary took the apple there.Daniel moved to the hallway.She\nhas {41} as much right to her local \"Use,\" with its rules and ritual,\nas a local post office has to its own local regulations, provided it\ndoes not infringe any universal rule of the General Post Office.Mary went back to the office.John dropped the football.Mary dropped the apple.For\nexample, a National Church has a perfect right to say in what language\nher Liturgy shall be used.When the English Prayer Book orders her\nLiturgy to be said in \"the vulgar,\"[3] or common, \"tongue\" of the\npeople, she is not infringing, but exercising a local right which\nbelongs to her as part of the Church Universal.Sandra journeyed to the garden.This is what the\nEnglish Church has done in the English Prayer Book.It is this Prayer Book that we are now to consider.We will try to review, or get a bird's-eye view of it as a whole", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "And, as the best reviewer is\nthe one who lets a book tell its own story, and reads the author's\nmeaning out of it rather than his own theories into it, we will let the\nbook, as far as possible, speak for itself.Sandra went to the hallway.Now, in reviewing a book, the reviewer will probably look at three\nthings: the title, the preface, the contents.{42}\n\n(I) THE TITLE.John travelled to the garden.\"_The Book of Common Prayer, and Administration of the Sacraments and\nother Rites and Ceremonies of the Church, according to the Use of the\nChurch of England._\"\n\nHere are three clear statements: (1) it is \"The Book of Common Prayer\n\"; (2) it is the local \"directory\" for the \"_Administration_ of the\nSacraments of the Church,\" i.e.of the Universal Church; (3) this\ndirectory is called the \"Use of the Church of England\".(1) _It is \"The Book of Common Prayer\"_.--\"Common Prayer\"[4] was the\nname given to public worship in the middle of the sixteenth century.The Book of Common Prayer is the volume in which the various services\nwere gathered together for common use.As the Bible is one book made up of sixty-six books, so the Prayer Book\nis one book made up of six books.John moved to the bathroom.These books, revised and abbreviated\nfor English \"Use,\" were:--\n\n{43}\n\n  (1) The Pontifical.Daniel grabbed the football there.Before the invention of printing, these books were written in\nmanuscript, and were too heavy to carry about bound together in one\nvolume.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Each, therefore, was carried by the user separately.Thus,\nwhen the Bishop, or _Pontifex_, was ordaining or confirming, he carried\nwith him a separate book containing the offices for Ordination and\nConfirmation; and, because it contained the offices used by the Bishop,\nor _Pontiff_, it was called the _Pontifical_.When a priest wished to\ncelebrate the Holy Eucharist, he used a separate book called \"The\nMissal\" (from the Latin _Missa_, a Mass[5]).When, in the Eucharist,\nthe deacon read the Gospel for the day, he read it from a separate book\ncalled \"The Gospels\".Mary grabbed the milk there.When he {44} went in procession to read it, the\nchoir sang scriptural phrases out of a separate book called \"The\nGradual\" (from the Latin _gradus_, a step), because they were sung in\n_gradibus_, i.e.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.upon the steps of the pulpit, or rood-loft, from which\nthe Gospel was read.When the clergy said their offices at certain\nfixed \"Hours,\" they used a separate book called \"The Breviary\" (from\nthe Latin _brevis_, short), because it contained the brief, or short,\nwritings which constituted the office, out of which our English Matins\nand Evensong wereMary left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "When services for such as needed\nBaptism, Matrimony, Unction, Burial, were required, some light book\nthat could easily be carried _in the hand_ was used, and this was\ncalled \"The Manual\" (from the Latin _manus_, a hand).These six books, written in Latin, were, in 1549, shortened, and, with\nvarious alterations, translated into English, bound in one volume,\nwhich is called \"The Book of Common Prayer\".Alterations, some good and some bad, have from time to time been\nadopted, and revisions made; but the Prayer Book is now the same in\nsubstance as it always has been--a faithful reproduction, in all\nessentials, of the worship and {45} teaching of the Undivided Church.Mary moved to the hallway.As we all know, a further revision is now contemplated.Daniel took the milk there.The ear, the voice,\nthe fancy teeming with combinations, the imagination fervent with\npicture and emotion, that came from Caucasus, and which we have\npreserved unpolluted, have endowed us with almost the exclusive\nprivilege of Music; that science of harmonious sounds, which the\nancients recognised as most divine, and deified in the person of their\nmost beautiful creation.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.I speak not of the past; though, were I to\nenter into the history of the lords of melody, you would find it the\nannals of Hebrew genius.But at this moment even, musical Europe is\nours.There is not a company of singers, not an orchestra in a single\ncapital, that is not crowded with our children under the feigned names\nwhich they adopt to conciliate the dark aversion which your posterity\nwill some day disclaim with shame and disgust.Sandra dropped the apple there.Almost every great\ncomposer, skilled musician, almost every voice that ravishes you with\nits transporting strains, springs from our tribes.The catalogue is too\nvast to enumerate; too illustrious to dwell for a moment on secondary\nnames, however eminent.Enough for us that the three great creative\nminds to whose exquisite inventions all nations at this moment yield,\nRossini, Meyerbeer, Mendelssohn, are of Hebrew race; and little do your\nmen of fashion, your muscadins of Paris, and your dandies of London, as\nthey thrill into raptures at the notes of a Pasta or a Grisi, little do\nthey suspect that they are offering their homage to \"the sweet singers\nof Israel!\"'Daniel put down the milk there.It was the noon of the day on which Sidonia was to leave the Castle.The\nwind was high; the vast white clouds scudded over the blue heaven; the\nleaves yet green, and tender branches snapped like glass, were whirled\nin eddies from the trees; the grassy sward undulated like the ocean with\na thousand tints and shadows.From the window of the music-room Lucretia\nColonna gazed on the turbulent sky.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel dropped the milk.Daniel went back to the kitchen.The heaven of her heart, too, wasDaniel went to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "She turned from the agitated external world to ponder over her inward\nemotion.Slowly she moved towards her harp; wildly, almost unconsciously, she\ntouched with one hand its strings, while her eyes were fixed on the\nground.Sandra took the apple there.An imperfect melody resounded; yet plaintive and passionate.Daniel went back to the bedroom.She raised her head, and then, touching\nthe strings with both her hands, she poured forth tones of deep, yet\nthrilling power.'I am a stranger in the halls of a stranger!To the castle of my fathers in the green mountains; to the palace of my\n    fathers in the ancient city?Daniel travelled to the bathroom.There is no flag on the castle of my fathers in the green mountains,\n    silent is the palace of my fathers in the ancient city.John went to the bathroom.thou fliest away, fleet cloud: he will leave us swifter than thee!cutting wind, thy breath is not so cold as his heart!I am a stranger in the halls of a stranger!The door of the music-room slowly opened.His hat was in\nhis hand; he was evidently on the point of departure.'Those sounds assured me,' he said calmly but kindly, as he advanced,\n'that I might find you here, on which I scarcely counted at so early an\nhour.''My carriage is at the door; the Marquess has delayed me; I must be in\nLondon to-night.I conclude more abruptly than I could have wished one\nof the most agreeable visits I ever made; and I hope you will permit\nme to express to you how much I am indebted to you for a society which\nthose should deem themselves fortunate who can more frequently enjoy.'Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.He held forth his hand; she extended hers, cold as marble, which he bent\nover, but did not press to his lips.'Lord Monmouth talks of remaining here some time,' he observed; 'but I\nsuppose next year, if not this, we shall all meet in some city of the\nearth?'Lucretia bowed; and Sidonia, with a graceful reverence, withdrew.Sandra moved to the bedroom.The Princess Lucretia stood for some moments motionless; a sound\nattracted her to the window; she perceived the equipage of Sidonia\nwhirling along the winding roads of the park.Daniel got the milk there.Daniel dropped the milk.She watched it till it\ndisappeared; then quitting the window, she threw herself into a chair,\nand buried her face in her shawl.Sandra picked up the milk there.BOOK V.\n\n\nCHAPTER I.\n\n\nAn University life did not bring to Coningsby that feeling of\nemancipation usually experienced by freshmen.Sandra put down the apple there.The contrast between\nschool and college life is perhaps, under any circumstances, less\nstriking to the Etonian than to others: he has been prepared for\nbecoming his own master by the liberty wisely entrusted to him in his\nboyhood, and which is, in general, discreetly exercised.Mary picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.But there were\nalso other reasons whySandra discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "In the interval which had elapsed between quitting Eton and going\nto Cambridge, brief as the period may comparatively appear, Coningsby\nhad seen much of the world.Daniel journeyed to the office.John took the football there.Three or four months, indeed, may not seem,\nat the first blush, a course of time which can very materially influence\nthe formation of character; but time must not be counted by calendars,\nbut by sensations, by thought.John discarded the football.Coningsby had felt a good deal, reflected\nmore.John travelled to the garden.He had encountered a great number of human beings, offering a vast\nvariety of character for his observation.Daniel travelled to the garden.It was not merely manners, but\neven the intellectual and moral development of the human mind, which\nin a great degree, unconsciously to himself, had been submitted to his\nstudy and his scrutiny.New trains of ideas had been opened to him; his\nmind was teeming with suggestions.The horizon of his intelligence had\ninsensibly expanded.Sandra went to the garden.He perceived that there were other opinions in the\nworld, besides those to which he had been habituated.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.The depths of his\nintellect had been stirred.Daniel moved to the office.\"I'm going out to get you some breakfast,\" he said.Mary grabbed the milk there.\"I won't be gone long, but if I should,\" he added, as he paused and\nshrugged his shoulders, \"I'll send the sergeant after you from the\nstation-house.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the office.If I only wasn't under bonds,\" he muttered, as he slipped\ndown the stairs.\"If it wasn't for that they couldn't give me more'n a\nmonth at the most, even knowing all they do of me.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.It was only a street\nfight, anyway, and there was some there that must have seen him pull\nhis pistol.\"He stopped at the top of the first flight of stairs and\nsat down to wait.John travelled to the kitchen.He could see below the top of the open front door, the\npavement and a part of the street beyond, and when he heard the rattle\nof an approaching cart he ran on down and then, with an oath, turned and\nbroke up-stairs again.Mary travelled to the garden.He had seen the ward detectives standing together\non the opposite side of the street.\"Wot are they doing out a bed at this hour?\"Mary dropped the milk.\"Don't\nthey make trouble enough through the day, without prowling around before\ndecent people are up?John went back to the garden.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra put down the milk.I wonder, now, if they're after me.\"He dropped\non his knees when he reached the room where the baby lay, and peered\ncautiously out of the window at the detectives, who had been joined by\ntwo other men, with whom they were talking earnestly.Mary went back to the bathroom.Raegen knew\nthe new-comers for two of McGonegal's friends, and concluded, with a\nmomentary flush of pride and self-importMary travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra picked up the milk there.But this was\nfollowed by the afterthought that he must have hurt McGonegal seriously,\nand that he was wanted in consequence very much.This disturbed him\nmost, he was surprised to find, because it precluded his going forth in\nsearch of food.\"I guess I can't get you that milk I was looking for,\"\nhe said, jocularly, to the baby, for the excitement elated him.\"The sun\noutside isn't good for me health.\"The baby settled herself in his arms\nand slept again, which sobered Rags, for he argued it was a bad sign,\nand his own ravenous appetite warned him how the child suffered.When\nhe again offered her the mixture he had prepared for her, she took it\neagerly, and Rags breathed a sigh of satisfaction.Then he ate some of\nthe bread and ham himself and swallowed half the whiskey, and stretched\nout beside the child and fanned her while she slept.It was something\nstrangely incomprehensible to Rags that he should feel so keen\na satisfaction in doing even this little for her, but he gave up\nwondering, and forgot everything else in watching the strange beauty\nof the sleeping baby and in the odd feeling of responsibility and\nself-respect she had brought to him.He did not feel it coming on, or he would have fought against it, but\nthe heat of the day and the sleeplessness of the night before, and the\nfumes of the whiskey on his empty stomach, drew him unconsciously into\na dull stupor, so that the paper fan slipped from his hand, and he sank\nback on the bedding into a heavy sleep.When he awoke it was nearly dusk\nand past six o'clock, as he knew by the newsboys calling the sporting\nextras on the street below.He sprang up, cursing himself, and filled\nwith bitter remorse.\"I'm a drunken fool, that's what I am,\" said Rags, savagely.\"I've let\nher lie here all day in the heat with no one to watch her.\"Margaret was\nbreathing so softly that he could hardly discern any life at all, and\nhis heart almost stopped with fear.He picked her up and fanned and\npatted her into wakefulness again and then turned desperately to the\nwindow and looked down.There was no one he knew or who knew him as far\nas he could tell on the street, and he determined recklessly to risk\nanother sortie for food.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.\"Why, it's been near two days that child's gone without eating,\" he\nsaid, with keen self-reproach, \"and here you've let her suffer to save\nyourself a trip to the Island.You're a hulking big loafer, you are,\" he\nran on, muttering, \"and after her coming to you and taking notice of you\nand putting her face to yours like an angel.\"He slipped off his shoes\nand picked his way cautiously down the stairs.As he reached the top of the first flight a newsboy passed, calling the\nevening papers, and shouted something which Rags could not distinguish.He wished he could get a copy of the paper.It might", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.The boy was coming nearer, and Rags\nstopped and leaned forward to listen.John grabbed the apple there.John left the apple.Full account of the murder of Pike McGonegal by Ragsey Raegen.\"The lights in the street seemed to flash up suddenly and grow dim again,\nleaving Rags blind and dizzy.Murdered, no, by God, no,\" he cried,\nstaggering half-way down the stairs; \"stop, stop!\"Mary went back to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.Mary went back to the garden.But no one heard\nRags, and the sound of his own voice halted him.He sank back weak and\nsick upon the top step of the stairs and beat his hands together upon\nhis head.\"It's a lie, it's a lie,\" he whispered, thickly.\"I struck him in\nself-defence, s'help me.And then the whole appearance of the young tough changed, and the terror\nand horror that had showed on his face turned to one of low sharpness\nand evil cunning.John put down the apple.His lips drew together tightly and he breathed quickly\nthrough his nostrils, while his fingers locked and unlocked around his\nknees.Daniel got the milk there.CHAPTER XVI\n\nWAR\n\n\nCommissioner Irvine sat in his office at headquarters in the little town\nof Regina, the capital of the North West Territories of the Dominion.A\nnumber of telegrams lay before him on the table.A look of grave anxiety\nwas on his face.The cause of his anxiety was to be found in the news\ncontained in the telegrams.Daniel went back to the hallway.In a few moments Inspector Sanders made his appearance, a tall,\nsoldierlike man, trim in appearance, prompt in movement and somewhat\nformal in speech.John journeyed to the office.\"Well, the thing has come,\" said the Commissioner, handing Inspector\nSanders one of the telegrams before him.Inspector Sanders took the\nwire, read it and stood very erect.\"Looks like it, sir,\" he replied.\"It is just eight months since I first warned the government that\ntrouble would come.Superintendent Crozier knows the situation\nthoroughly and would not have sent this wire if outbreak were not\nimminent.Daniel went back to the garden.Mary got the apple there.Then here is one from Superintendent Gagnon at Carlton.Inspector Sanders gravely read the second telegram.\"We ought to have five hundred men on the spot this minute,\" he said.\"I have asked that a hundred men be sent up at once,\" said the\nCommissioner, \"but I am doubtful if we can get the Government to agree.Daniel discarded the milk.Daniel got the football there.It seems almost impossible to make the authorities feel the gravity\nof the situation.Daniel got the milk there.They cannot realize, for one thing, the enormous\ndistances that separate points that look comparatively near together\nupon the map.\"\"And yet,\" he\ncontinued, \"they have these maps before them, and the figures, but\nsomehow the facts do not impress them.Daniel discarded the football.Look at this vast area lying\nbetween these four posts", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Here is the north line running from Edmonton at the northwest corner\nto Prince Albert at the northeast, nearly four hundred miles away;\nthen here is the south line running from Macleod at the southwest four\nhundred and fifty miles to Regina at the southeast; while the sides of\nthis quadrilateral are nearly three hundred miles long.Thus the four\nposts forming our quadrilateral are four hundred miles apart one way by\nthree hundred another, and, if we run the lines down to the boundary and\nto the limit of the territory which we patrol, the disturbed area may\ncome to be about five hundred miles by six hundred; and we have some\nfive hundred men available.\"John journeyed to the kitchen.\"It is a good thing we have established the new post at Carlton,\"\nsuggested Inspector Sanders.It is true we have strengthened up that\ndistrict recently with two hundred men distributed between Battleford,\nPrince Albert, Fort Pitt and Fort Carlton.Sandra went back to the office.But Carlton is naturally a\nvery weak post and is practically of little use to us.Mary went back to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.True, it guards\nus against those Willow Crees and acts as a check upon old Beardy.\"\"A troublesome man, that Kah-me-yes-too-waegs--old Beardy, I mean.Daniel went to the garden.It\ntook me some time to master that one,\" said Inspector Sanders, \"but then\nI have studied German.He always has been a nuisance,\" continued the\nInspector.\"He was a groucher when the treaty was made in '76 and he has\nbeen a groucher ever since.\"Daniel took the apple there.\"If we only had the men, just another five hundred,\" replied the\nCommissioner, tapping the map before him with his finger, \"we should\nhold this country safe.But what with these restless half-breeds led by\nthis crack-brained Riel, and these ten thousand Indians--\"\n\n\"Not to speak of a couple of thousand non-treaty Indians roaming the\ncountry and stirring up trouble,\" interjected the Inspector.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the bedroom.John went back to the bedroom.\"True enough,\" replied the Commissioner, \"but I would have no fear\nof the Indians were it not for these half-breeds.Sandra moved to the garden.They have real\ngrievances, remember, Sanders, real grievances, and that gives force to\ntheir quarrel and cohesion to the movement.Men who have a conviction\nthat they are suffering injustice are not easily turned aside.Mary grabbed the milk there.They ride hard and shoot straight and are afraid of\nnothing.I confess frankly it looks very serious to me.\"\"For my part,\" said Inspector Sanders, \"it is the Indians I fear most.\"Mary got the football there.Mary moved to the office.Really,\none wonders at the docility of the Indians, and their response to fair\nand decent treatment.Twenty years ago, no,\nfifteen years ago, less than fifteen years ago, these Indians whom we\nhave been holding in our hand so quietly were roaming these plains,\nliving like lords on the buffalo and fighting like fiendsSandra went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Little wonder if, now feeling the pinch of\nfamine, fretting under the monotony of pastoral life, and being\nincited to war by the hot-blooded half-breeds, they should break out\nin rebellion.John picked up the football there.John discarded the football.Just this, a feeling\nthat they have been justly treated, fairly and justly dealt with by the\nGovernment, and a wholesome respect for Her Majesty's North West Mounted\nPolice, if I do say it myself.But the thing is on, and we must be\nready.\"John took the football there.\"Well, thank God, there is not much to be done in the way of\npreparation,\" replied the Commissioner.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.John went to the hallway.For the past six months we have been on the alert for this emergency,\nbut we must strike promptly.When I think of these settlers about Prince\nAlbert and Battleford at the mercy of Beardy and that restless and\ntreacherous Salteaux, Big Bear, I confess to a terrible anxiety.\"John got the apple there.\"Then there is the West, sir, as well,\" said Sanders, \"the Blackfeet and\nthe Bloods.\"John got the milk there.Mary went to the office.So do I. It is a great matter\nthat Crowfoot is well disposed toward us, that he has confidence in our\nofficers and that he is a shrewd old party as well.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the garden.John put down the milk there.At dancing-parties, when the father was drunk, he used often to ask\nArne to sing to the people; and then he would sing song after song,\namidst their loud laughter and applause.John travelled to the bedroom.This pleased him even more\nthan it pleased his father; and at last he used to sing songs without\nnumber.John left the football.Some anxious mothers who heard this, came to Margit and told\nher about it, because the subjects of the songs were not such as they\nought to have been.Then she called the boy to her side, and forbade\nhim, in the name of God and all that was good, to sing such songs any\nmore.And now it seemed to him that she was always opposed to what\ngave him pleasure; and, for the first time in his life, he told the\nfather what she had said; and when he was again drunk she had to\nsuffer for it severely: till then he had not spoken of it.John moved to the office.Then Arne\nsaw clearly how wrong a thing he had done, and in the depths of his\nsoul he asked God and her to forgive him; but he could not ask it in\nwords.She continued to show him the same kindness as before, and it\npierced his heart.Daniel went to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Once, however, in spite of all, he again wronged\nher.He had a talent for mimicking people, especially in their\nspeaking and singing; and one evening, while he was amusing the\nfather in this way, the mother entered, and, when sheSandra journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "At first he\nrefused; but the father, who lay on the bed laughing till he shook,\ninsisted upon his doing it.\"She's gone,\" the boy thought, \"and can't\nhear me;\" and he mimicked her singing, just as it was when her voice\nwas hoarse and obstructed by tears.The father laughed till the boy\ngrew quite frightened and at once left off.Then the mother came in\nfrom the kitchen, looked at Arne long and mournfully, went over to\nthe shelf, took down a milk-dish and carried it away.He felt burning hot all over: she had heard it all.He jumped down\nfrom the table where he had been sitting, went out, threw himself on\nthe ground, and wished to hide himself for ever in the earth.Sandra grabbed the football there.He\ncould not rest, and he rose and went farther from the house.Passing\nby the barn, he there saw his mother sitting, making a new fine shirt\nfor him.It was her usual habit to sing a hymn while sewing: now,\nhowever, she was silent.Sandra discarded the football.Then Arne could bear it no longer; he threw\nhimself on the grass at her feet, looked up in her face, and wept and\nsobbed bitterly.Daniel travelled to the office.Margit let fall her work, and took his head between\nher hands.she said, putting her face down to his.He did not try\nto say a word, but wept as he had never wept before.\"I knew you were\ngood at heart,\" she said, stroking his head.\"Mother, you mustn't refuse what I am now going to ask,\" were the\nfirst words he was able to utter.\"You know I never do refuse you,\" answered she.He tried to stop his tears, and then, with his face still in her\nlap, he stammered out, \"Do sing a little for me, mother.\"\"You know I can't do it,\" she said, in a low voice.Sandra grabbed the football there.\"Sing something for me, mother,\" implored the boy; \"or I shall never\nhave courage to look you in the face again.\"She went on stroking his\nhair, but was silent.\"Do sing, mother dear,\" he implored again; \"or\nI shall go far away, and never come back any more.\"Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra went to the bathroom.Though he was now\nalmost fifteen years old, he lay there with his head in his mother's\nlap, and she began to sing:\n\n   \"Merciful Father, take in thy care\n      The child as he plays by the shore;\n    Send him Thy Holy Spirit there,\n      And leave him alone no more.Slipp'ry's the way, and high is the tide;\n    Still if Thou keepest close by his side\n    He never will drown, but live for Thee,\n    And then at the last Thy heaven will see.Wondering where her child is astray,\n      The mother stands at the cottage door,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "But then she thinks, whatever betide,\n    The Spirit of God will be his Guide,\n    And Christ the blessed, his little Brother,\n    Will carry him back to his longing mother.\"Mary went to the kitchen.Arne lay still; a blessed peace came over\nhim, and under its soothing influence he slept.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.The last word he\nheard distinctly was, \"Christ;\" it transported him into regions of\nlight; and he fancied that he listened to a chorus of voices, but his\nmother's voice was clearer than all.Sweeter tones he had never\nheard, and he prayed to be allowed to sing in like manner; and then\nat once he began, gently and softly, and still more softly, until\nhis bliss became rapture, and then suddenly all disappeared.Sandra travelled to the office.He\nawoke, looked about him, listened attentively, but heard nothing save\nthe little rivulet which flowed past the barn with a low and constant\nmurmur.John went back to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.The mother was gone; but she had placed the half-made shirt\nand his jacket under his head.Daniel left the football.Daniel got the football there.When now the time of year came for the cattle to be sent into the\nwood, Arne wished to go to tend them.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John got the apple there.But the father opposed him:\nindeed, he had never gone before, though he was now in his fifteenth\nyear.Daniel dropped the football.Mary picked up the football there.But he pleaded so well, that his wish was at last complied\nwith; and so during the spring, summer, and autumn, he passed the\nwhole day alone in the wood, and only came home to sleep.Daniel moved to the garden.He took his books up there, and read, carved letters in the bark of\nthe trees, thought, longed, and sang.Mary went back to the garden.But when in the evening he came\nhome and found the father often drunk and beating the mother, cursing\nher and the whole parish, and saying how once he might have gone far\naway, then a longing for travelling arose in the lad's mind.John took the milk there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.There\nwas no comfort for him at home; and his books made his thoughts\ntravel; nay, it seemed sometimes as if the very breeze bore them on\nits wings far away.Supper was served on the lawn; the pleasantest, most informal, of\naffairs, the presence of the older members of the party serving to turn\nthe gay give and take of the young folks into deeper and wider\nchannels, and Shirley's frequent though involuntary--\"Do you remember,\nSenior?\"John went to the office.calling out more than one vivid bit of travel, of description\nof places, known to most of them only through books.Sandra went to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Later, down on the lower end of the lawn, with the moon making a path\nof silver along the water,Mary left the football.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Afterwards, the\nwhole party sang songs that they all knew, ending up at last with the\nclub song.\"'It's a habit to be happy,'\" the fresh young voices chorused, sending\nthe tune far out across the lake; and presently, from a boat on its\nfurther side, it was whistled back to them.Edna said,\n\n\"Give it up,\" Tom answered.\"Someone who's heard it--there've been\nplenty of opportunities for folks to hear it.\"\"Well it isn't a bad gospel to scatter broadcast,\" Bob remarked.\"And maybe it's someone who doesn't live about here, and he will go\naway taking our tune with him, for other people to catch up,\" Hilary\nsuggested.\"But if he only has the tune and not the words,\" Josie objected, \"what\nuse will that be?\"\"The spirit of the words is in the tune,\" Pauline said.\"No one could\nwhistle or sing it and stay grumpy.\"\"They'd have to 'put the frown away awhile, and try a little sunny\nsmile,' wouldn't they?\"Patience had been a model of behavior all the evening.Mother would be\nsure to ask if she had been good, when they got home.That was one of\nthose aggravating questions that only time could relieve her from.No\none ever asked Paul, or Hilary, that--when they'd been anywhere.Dayre had promised, the party broke up early, going off in the\nvarious rigs they had come in.Tom and Josie went in the trap with the\nShaws.\"It's been perfectly lovely--all of it,\" Josie said, looking\nback along the road they were leaving.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel took the milk there.\"Every good time we have seems\nthe best one yet.\"\"You wait 'til my turn comes,\" Pauline told her.\"I've such a scheme\nin my head.\"She was in front, between Tom, who was\ndriving, and Hilary, then she leaned forward, they were nearly home,\nand the lights of the parsonage showed through the trees.\"There's a\nlight in the parlor--there's company!\"\"And one up in our old room, Hilary.Goodness,\nit must be a visiting minister!Daniel left the milk.I didn't know father was expecting\nanyone.\"John went to the bedroom.\"I just bet it\nisn't any visiting minister--but a visiting--uncle!I feel it in my\nbones, as Miranda says.\"John grabbed the apple there.\"I feel it in my bones,\" Patience repeated.\"I just _knew_ Uncle Paul\nwould come up--a story-book uncle would be sure to.\"\"Well, here we are,\" Tom laughed.\"You'll know for certain pretty\nquick.\"Sandra went back to the garden.CHAPTER X\n\nTHE END OF SUMMER\n\nIt was Uncle Paul, and perhaps no one\nwas more surprised at his unexpected coming,\nthan he himself.That snap-shot of Hilary's had considerable\nto do with it; bringing home to him the\nsudden realization of the passing of the years.For the first time, he had allowed himself to\nface", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He had never had much to do with young\npeople; but, all at once, it seemed to him that\nit might prove worth his while to cultivate\nthe closer acquaintance of these nieces of his.Pauline, in particular, struck him as likely to\nimprove upon a nearer acquaintance.Mary journeyed to the garden.And\nthat afternoon, as he rode up Broadway, he\nfound himself wondering how she would\nenjoy the ride; and all the sights and wonders\nof the great city.Later, over his solitary dinner, he suddenly\ndecided to run up to Winton the next day.He would not wire them, he would rather like\nto take Phil by surprise.So he had arrived at the parsonage,\ndriving up in Jed's solitary hack, and much plied\nwith information, general and personal, on the\nway, just as the minister and his wife reached\nhome from the manor.John went to the hallway.Doesn't father look\ntickled to death!\"John went to the kitchen.Patience declared, coming\nin to her sisters' room that night, ostensibly\nto have an obstinate knot untied, but inwardly\ndetermined to make a third at the usual\nbedtime talk for that once, at least.Daniel grabbed the apple there.It wasn't\noften they all came up together.Daniel dropped the apple.\"He looks mighty glad,\" Pauline said.John journeyed to the garden.Mary travelled to the bathroom.\"And isn't it funny, bearing him called\nPhil?\"John went to the bedroom.Patience curled herself up in the\ncozy corner.\"I never've thought of father\nas Phil.\"Hilary paused in the braiding of her long\nhair.Sandra moved to the kitchen.\"I'm glad we've got to know him--Uncle\nPaul, I mean--through his letters, and\nall the lovely things he's done for us; else, I\nthink I'd have been very much afraid of him.\"\"So am I,\" Pauline assented.Oram meant--he doesn't look as if\nhe believed much in fairy stories.But I like\nhis looks--he's so nice and tall and straight.\"Daniel went back to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.\"He used to have red hair, before it turned\ngray,\" Hilary said, \"so that must be a family\ntrait; your chin's like his, Paul, too,--so\nsquare and determined.\"Not only did she\nevince the utmost horror of the deed which had made her mistress of\nher uncle's wealth, but, owing, as I believed, to the influence of Mr.Raymond, soon gave evidence that she was losing, to a certain extent,\nthe characteristics of mind and heart which had made me hopeful of\nwinning her by this deed of blood.Mary took the milk there.Under the terrible restraint forced upon me, I walked my weary\nround in a state of mind bordering on frenzy.John grabbed the apple there.John journeyed to the bathroom.Many and many a time have\nI stopped in my work, wiped my pen and laid it down with the idea that\nI could not repress myself another moment, but I have always taken it\nup again and gone on with my task", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Raymond has sometimes shown his\nwonder at my sitting in my dead employer's chair.By keeping the murder constantly before my mind, I\nwas enabled to restrain myself from any inconsiderate action.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went to the garden.At last there came a time when my agony could be no longer suppressed.Daniel went back to the garden.Raymond, I saw a strange\ngentleman standing in the reception room, looking at Mary Leavenworth\nin a way that would have made my blood boil, even if I had not heard him\nwhisper these words: \"But you are my wife, and know it, whatever you may\nsay or do!\"Daniel went to the office.It was the lightning-stroke of my life.Sandra grabbed the milk there.After what I had done to make\nher mine, to hear another claim her as already his own, was stunning,\nmaddening!I had either to yell in\nmy fury or deal the man beneath some tremendous blow in my hatred.I did\nnot dare to shriek, so I struck the blow.Sandra put down the milk there.Daniel went to the hallway.Raymond, and hearing that it was, as I expected, Clavering, I flung\ncaution, reason, common sense, all to the winds, and in a moment of fury\ndenounced him as the murderer of Mr.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel went to the garden.The next instant I would have given worlds to recall my words.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.What had\nI done but drawn attention to myself in thus accusing a man against whom\nnothing could of course be proved!Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.So, after a night of thought, I did the next best thing: gave a\nsuperstitious reason for my action, and so restored myself to my former\nposition without eradicating from the mind of Mr.Raymond that vague\ndoubt of the man which my own safety demanded.Daniel took the football there.But I had no intention of\ngoing any further, nor should I have done so if I had not observed that\nfor some reason Mr.Mary moved to the office.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.But\nthat once seen, revenge took possession of me, and I asked myself if the\nburden of this crime could be thrown on this man.Still I do not believe\nthat any active results would have followed this self-questioning if I\nhad not overheard a whispered conversation between two of the servants,\nin which I learned that Mr.Clavering had been seen to enter the\nhouse on the night of the murder, but was not seen to leave it.With such a fact for a starting-point, what might I not\nhope to accomplish?While she remained\nalive I saw nothing but ruin before me.Daniel dropped the football.Sandra left the milk there.I made up my mind to destroy\nher and satisfy my hatred of Mr.Daniel grabbed the football there.By what\nmeans could I reach her without deserting my post, or make away with\nher without exciting fresh suspicion?Sandra grabbed the milk there.Daniel went to the kitchen.The problem seemed insolvable;\nbut Trueman Harwell had not played the part of a machine", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Before I had studied the question a day, light broke upon it,\nand I saw that the only way to accomplish my plans was to inveigle her\ninto destroying herself.Daniel went back to the garden.No sooner had this thought matured than I hastened to act upon it.Mary went to the garden.Knowing the tremendous risk I ran, I took every precaution.Locking\nmyself up in my room, I wrote her a letter in printed characters--she\nhaving distinctly told me she could not read writing--in which I played\nupon her ignorance, foolish fondness, and Irish superstition, by telling\nher I dreamed of her every night and wondered if she did of me; was\nafraid she didn't, so enclosed her a little charm, which, if she would\nuse according to directions, would give her the most beautiful visions.These directions were for her first to destroy my letter by burning it,\nnext to take in her hand the packet I was careful to enclose, swallow\nthe powder accompanying it, and go to bed.The powder was a deadly dose\nof poison and the packet was, as you know, a forged confession falsely\ncriminating Henry Clavering.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Enclosing all these in an envelope in\nthe corner of which I had marked a cross, I directed it, according to\nagreement, to Mrs.Then followed the greatest period of suspense I had yet endured.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Though\nI had purposely refrained from putting my name to the letter, I felt\nthat the chances of detection were very great.Let her depart in the\nleast particular from the course I had marked out for her, and fatal\nresults must ensue.Sandra got the milk there.If she opened the enclosed packet, mistrusted the\npowder, took Mrs.Belden into her confidence, or even failed to burn my\nletter, all would be lost.Mary travelled to the office.I could not be sure of her or know the result\nof my scheme except through the newspapers.Do you think I kept watch\nof the countenances about me?devoured the telegraphic news, or started\nwhen the bell rang?And when, a few days since, I read that short\nparagraph in the paper which assured me that my efforts had at least\nproduced the death of the woman I feared, do you think I experienced any\nsense of relief?Mary took the apple there.In six hours had come the summons from Mr.Gryce,\nand--let these prison walls, this confession itself, tell the rest.I am\nno longer capable of speech or action.THE OUTCOME OF A GREAT CRIME\n\n\n    \"Leave her to Heaven\n    And to those thorns that\n    In her bosom lodge\n    To prick and sting her.\"Mary left the apple.Other stones,\nsuch as silex, for making glass, etc., are found in profusion in various\nparts of the country, but we have no space to enter into a detailed\naccount of them at present.--_Pottery and Glassware Reporter_.*       *       *       *       *\n\n\n\n\nAN IND", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The most interesting change of which the Census gives account is the\nincrease in the number of farms.The number has virtually doubled within\ntwenty years.The population of the country has not increased in like\nproportion.John went to the bedroom.A large part of the increase in number of farms has been due\nto the division of great estates.Nor has this occurred, as some may\nimagine, exclusively in the Southern States and the States to which\nimmigration and migration have recently been directed.John moved to the garden.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the hallway.Sandra got the football there.It is an\nimportant fact that the multiplication of farms has continued even in\nthe older Northern States, though the change has not been as great in\nthese as in States of the far West or the South.Sandra put down the football.In New York there has\nbeen an increase of 25,000, or 11.5 per cent, in the number of farms\nsince 1870; in New Jersey the increase has been 12.2 per cent., and in\nPennsylvania 22.7 per cent., though the increase in population, and\ndoubtless in the number of persons engaged in farming, has been much\nsmaller.Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois also, have been considered fully\nsettled States for years, at least in an agricultural point of view, and\nyet the number of farms has increased 26.1 per cent, in ten years in\nOhio, 20.3 percent, in Indiana, and 26.1 per cent, in Illinois.The\nobvious explanation is that the growth of many cities and towns has\ncreated a market for a far greater supply of those products which may be\nmost advantageously grown upon farms of moderate size; but even if this\nfully accounts for the phenomenon, the change must be recognized as one\nof the highest importance industrially, socially, and politically.The\nman who owns or rents and cultivates a farm stands on a very different\nfooting from the laborer who works for wages.It is not a small matter\nthat, in these six States alone, there are 205,000 more owners or\nmanagers of farms than there were only a decade ago.Daniel moved to the hallway.As we go further toward the border, west or north, the influence of the\nsettlement of new land is more distinctly felt.Mary took the milk there.Mary moved to the office.Even in Michigan, where\nnew railroads have opened new regions to settlement, the increase in\nnumber of farms has been over 55 per cent.In Wisconsin, though the\nincrease in railroad mileage has been about the same as in Michigan, the\nreported increase in number of farms has been only 28 per cent., but in\nIowa it rises to 60 per cent., and in Minnesota to nearly 100 per cent.In Kansas the number of farms is 138,561, against 38,202 in 1870; in\nNebraska 63,387, against 12,301; and in Dakota 17,435, against 1,720.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel went to the office.In\nthese regions the process is one of creation of new States rather than a\nchange in the social and industrial condition of the population.Some Southern States have gained largely, but the increase in these,Mary went to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The prevailing tendency of Southern agriculture to large\nfarms and the employment of many hands is especially felt in States\nwhere land is still abundant.The greatest increase is in Texas, where\n174,184 farms are reported, against 61,125 in 1870; in Florida, with\n23,438 farms, against 10,241 in 1870; and in Arkansas, with 94,433\nfarms, against 49,424 in 1870.John went back to the hallway.In Missouri 215,575 farms are reported,\nagainst 148,228 in 1870.Daniel went back to the garden.In these States, though social changes have\nbeen great, the increase in number of farms has been largely due to new\nsettlements, as in the States of the far Northwest.But the change in\nthe older Southern States is of a different character.John moved to the bedroom.Virginia, for example, has long been settled, and had 77,000 farms\nthirty years ago.Daniel moved to the kitchen.But the increase in number within the past ten years\nhas been 44,668, or 60.5 per cent.Sandra travelled to the garden.Contrasting this with the increase in\nNew York, a remarkable difference appears.West Virginia had few more\nfarms ten years ago than New Jersey; now it has nearly twice as many,\nand has gained in number nearly 60 per cent.Daniel picked up the football there.Sandra took the milk there.North Carolina, too, has\nincreased 78 per cent.Sandra left the milk.in number of farms since 1870, and South Carolina\n80 per cent.In Georgia the increase has been still greater--from 69,956\nto 138,626, or nearly 100 per cent.Mary moved to the office.In Alabama there are 135,864\nfarms, against 67,382 in 1870, an increase of over 100 per cent.Sandra took the milk there.These\nproportions, contrasted with those for the older Northern States, reveal\na change that is nothing less than an industrial revolution.Daniel moved to the garden.But the\nforce of this tendency to division of estates has been greatest in the\nStates named.Sandra discarded the milk.Whereas the ratio of increase in number of farms becomes\ngreater in Northern States as we go from the East toward the Mississippi\nRiver, at the South it is much smaller in Kentucky, Tennessee,\nMississippi, and Louisiana than in the older States on the Atlantic\ncoast.Thus in Louisiana the increase has been from 28,481 to 48,292\nfarms, or 70 per cent., and in Mississippi from 68,023 to 101,772 farms,\nor less than 50 per cent., against 100 in Alabama and Georgia.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.In\nKentucky the increase has been from 118,422 to 166,453 farms, or 40 per\ncent., and in Tennessee from 118,141 to 165,650 farms, or 40 per cent.,\nagainst 60 in Virginia and West Virginia, and 78 in North Carolina.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Thus, while the tendency to division is far greater than in the Northern\nStates of corresponding age, it is found in full force only in six of\nthe older Southern States, Alabama, West Virginia, and four on the\nAtlantic coast.In these, the revolution already effected foresh", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In these six States there 310,795 more farm owners or\noccupants than there were ten years ago.--_N.Y.*       *       *       *       *\n\n\n\n\nA FARMER'S LIME KILN.Sandra travelled to the garden.Mary took the football there.Sandra picked up the apple there.For information about burning lime we republish the following article\nfurnished by a correspondent of the _Country Gentleman_ several years\nago:\n\n[Illustration: Fig.Daniel went to the office.Mary put down the football.1), Railway Track--B B B,\nIron Rods running through Kiln--C, Capstone over Arch--D, Arch--E, Well\nwithout brick or ash lining.]Sandra travelled to the kitchen.I send you a description and sketch of a lime-kiln put up on my premises\nabout five years ago.The great prize\nwas so nearly in his grasp that it seemed a pity to lose it; but the rebel\ninfantry held on hard and fast, while his artillery belched out death and\ndestruction on every side of us.Merritt and night were fast coming on, so\nas soon as a force, however small, was organized, it was hurled forward,\nonly to recoil in confusion and loss.Daniel got the milk there.Mary moved to the garden.Confident that this mode of fighting\nwould not bring us success, and fearful lest the enemy should assume the\noffensive, which, in our disorganized state, must result in disaster, I\nwent to General Custer soon after dark, and said to him that if he would\nlet me get my regiment together, I could break through the rebel line.He\nexcitedly replied, \"Never mind your regiment; take anything and everything\nyou can find, horse-holders and all, and break through: we must get hold\nof the pike to-night.\"Sandra travelled to the garden.Acting on this order, a force was soon organized by\nme, composed chiefly of the Second New York, but in part of other\nregiments, undistinguishable in the darkness.With this I made a charge\ndown a narrow lane, which led to an open field where the rebel artillery\nwas posted.As the charging column debouched from the woods, six bright\nlights suddenly flashed directly before us.A toronado of canister-shot\nswept over our heads, and the next instant we were in the battery.The\nline was broken, and the enemy routed.Custer, with the whole division,\nnow pressed through the gap pell-mell, in hot pursuit, halting for neither\nprisoners nor guns, until the road to Lynchburg, crowded with wagons and\nartillery, was in our possession.Daniel discarded the milk.We then turned short to the right and\nheaded for the Appomattox Court House; but just before reaching it we\ndiscovered the thousands of camp fires of the rebel army, and the pursuit\nwas checked.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.The enemy had gone into camp, in fancied security that his\nroute to Lynchburg was still open before him; andSandra went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra took the apple there.After we had seized the road, we were joined by other\ndivisions of the cavalry corps which came to our assistance, but too late\nto take part in the fight.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Owing to the night attack, our regiments were so mixed up that it took\nhours to reorganize them.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John went to the bathroom.When this was effected, we marched near to the\nrailroad station and bivouacked.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.We threw ourselves on the ground\nto rest, but not to sleep.We knew that the infantry was hastening to our\nassistance, but unless they joined us before sunrise, our cavalry line\nwould be brushed away, and the rebels would escape after all our hard work\nto head them off from Lynchburg.Daniel moved to the bedroom.About daybreak I was aroused by loud\nhurrahs, and was told that Ord's corps was coming up rapidly, and forming\nin rear of our cavalry.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Soon after we were in the saddle and moving\ntowards the Appomattox Court House road, where the firing was growing\nlively; but suddenly our direction was changed, and the whole cavalry\ncorps rode at a gallop to the right of our line, passing between the\nposition of the rebels and the rapidly forming masses of our infantry, who\ngreeted us with cheers and shouts of joy as we galloped along their front.Daniel got the milk there.Daniel dropped the milk.At several places we had to \"run the gauntlet\" of fire from the enemy's\nguns posted around the Court House, but this only added to the interest\nof the scene, for we felt it to be the last expiring effort of the enemy\nto put on a bold front; we knew that we had them this time, and that at\nlast Lee's proud army of Northern Virginia was at our mercy.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra put down the apple there.While moving\nat almost a charging gait we were suddenly brought to a halt by reports of\na surrender.Mary picked up the apple there.General Sheridan and his staff rode up, and left in hot haste\nfor the Court House; but just after leaving us, they were fired into by a\nparty of rebel cavalry, who also opened fire on us, to which we promptly\nreplied, and soon put them to flight.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Our lines were then formed for a\ncharge on the rebel infantry; but while the bugles were sounding the\ncharge, an officer with a white flag rode out from the rebel lines, and we\nhalted.It was fortunate for us that we halted when we did, for had we\ncharged we would have been swept into eternity, as directly in our front\nwas a creek, on the other side of which was a rebel brigade, entrenched,\nwith batteries in position, the guns double shotted with canister.Sandra discarded the milk.Daniel took the milk there.To have\ncharged this formidable array, mounted, would have resulted in almost\ntotal annihilation.After we had halted, we were informed that\npreliminaries were being arranged for the surrender of Lee's whole army.At thisJohn moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John went back to the bedroom.Daniel took the apple there.I rode forward\nbetween the lines with Custer and Pennington, and met several old friends\namong the rebels, who came out to see us.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Among them, I remember Lee\n(Gimlet), of Virginia, and Cowan, of North Carolina.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the hallway.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.I saw General Cadmus\nWilcox just across the creek, walking to and fro with his eyes on the\nground, just as was his wont when he was instructor at West Point.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John journeyed to the kitchen.I\ncalled to him, but he paid no attention, except to glance at me in a\nhostile manner.John travelled to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.Daniel left the apple.Daniel got the apple there.While we were thus discussing the probable terms of the surrender, General\nLee, in full uniform, accompanied by one of his staff, and General\nBabcock, of General Grant's staff, rode from the Court House towards our\nlines.As he passed us, we all raised our caps in salute, which he\ngracefully returned.Later in the day loud and continuous cheering was heard among the rebels,\nwhich was taken up and echoed by our lines until the air was rent with\ncheers, when all as suddenly subsided.John travelled to the office.The surrender was a fixed fact, and\nthe rebels were overjoyed at the very liberal terms they had received.Our\nmen, without arms, approached the rebel lines, and divided their rations\nwith the half-starved foe, and engaged in quiet, friendly conversation.Sandra discarded the milk.\"I never thought of that,\" he explained heavily.Sandra grabbed the milk there.With a sombre, disappointed air, he obeyed; then looked up, as if in her\nface he read strange matter.\"I can't bear,\" she added quickly, \"to see any kind of suffering.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra got the football there.Why\ndid--It's all my fault for sending you!We were having such a good ride\ntogether, and now I've spoiled it all, with this.--Poor little filthy\nobject!\"Daniel put down the apple.Daniel went back to the kitchen.She turned her hands outward, with a helpless, dainty gesture.His thoughts, then, had wronged\nher.Mary moved to the bedroom.Drenched and downhearted, holding this strange burden in his\njacket, he felt that he had foolishly meddled in things inevitable,\nbeyond repair.Yet some vague, insurgent instinct, which\nwould not down, told him that there had been a disappointment.Mary grabbed the apple there.Then suddenly he mounted, bundle and all, and turned his willing pony\nhomeward.\"Come,\" he said; and for the first time, unwittingly, had taken charge.Mary put down the apple.Without waiting, he beckoned her to follow.They rode stirrup to stirrup, silent as in their escape at\ndawn, and as close bodily, but in spirit travelingSandra moved to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He\ngave no thought to that, riding toward his experiment.Near the town, at\nlast, he reined aside to a cluster of buildings,--white walls and rosy\ntiles under a great willow.Mary picked up the football there.\"You may save your steps,\" she declared, with sudden petulance.Sandra got the milk there.\"The\nhospital's more out of funds than ever, and more crowded.Rudolph nodded back at her, with a queer smile, half reckless and half\nconfident.\"Then,\" he replied, dismounting, \"I will replenish my nunnery.\"Squatting coolies sprang up and raced to hold his pony.Others, in the\nshade of the wall, cackled when they saw a Son of the Red-Haired so\nbeplastered and sopping.A few pointed at his bundle, with grunts of\nsudden interest; and a leper, bearing the visage as of a stone lion\ndefaced by time, cried something harshly.Sandra went back to the bedroom.At his words, the whole band\nof idlers began to chatter.Daniel went back to the garden.An\nuneasy light troubled the innocent blue eyes, which had not even a\nglance for him.Daniel travelled to the office.\"No, I shan't get down,\" she said angrily.Sandra travelled to the office.\"It's just what might\nbe--Your little brat will bring no good to any of us.\"John got the apple there.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra left the milk there.He flung away defiantly, strode through the gate, and calling aloud,\ntraversed an empty compound, already heated by the new-risen sun.A\ncooler fringe of veranda, or shallow cloister, lined a second court.Two\nfigures met him,--the dark-eyed Miss Drake, all in white, and behind\nher a shuffling, grinning native woman, who carried a basin, in which\npermanganate of potash swam gleaming like diluted blood.With one droll look of amusement, the girl had\nunderstood, and regained that grave yet happy, friendly composure which\nhad the virtue, he discovered, of being easily forgotten, to be met each\ntime like something new.The naked mite lay very still, the breath weakly fluttered.Daniel went to the kitchen.A somewhat\nnauseous gift, the girl raised her arms and received it gently, without\nhaste,--the saffron body appearing yet more squalid against the\nPalladian whiteness of her tunic, plain and cool as drapery in marble.And followed by the\nblack-trousered woman, she moved quickly away to offer battle with\ndeath.A plain, usual fact, it seemed, involving no more surprise than\nrepugnance.Her face had hardly altered; and yet Rudolph, for the first\ntime in many days, had caught the fleeting brightness of compassion.Mere light of the eyes, a half-imagined glory, incongruous in the sharp\nsmell of antiseptics, it left him wondering in the cloister.Sandra went to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.He knew now\nwhat", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"I was naked, and\"--how ran the\nlines?He turned to go, recalling in a whirl snatches of truth he had\nnever known since boyhood, never seen away from home.Across a court the padre hailed him,--a tall, ungainly patriarch under\nan enormous mushroom helmet of solar pith,--and walking along beside,\nlistened shrewdly to his narrative.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.The\npadre, nodding, frowning slightly, stood at ease, all angles and loose\njoints, as if relaxed by the growing heat.The leper, without, harangued from his place apart, in a raucous voice\nfilled with the solitary pride of intellect.Mary picked up the apple there.\"Well, men shall revile you,\" growled Dr.\"He says we steal\nchildren, to puncture their eyes for magic medicine!\"Then, heaving his wide shoulders,--\n\n\"Oh, well!\"Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the hallway.he said wearily, \"thanks, anyhow.Come see us, when we're\nnot so busy?Good!--Look out these fellows don't fly at you.\"Tired and befouled, Rudolph passed through into the torrid glare.The\nleper cut short his snarling oration.But without looking at him, the\nyoung man took the bridle from the coolie.He had\nseen a child, and two women.Mary dropped the apple.And yet it was with a pang he found that\nMrs.The boat had arrived from Barranquilla that morning, and was now\nexperiencing the usual exasperating delay in embarking from Calamar.Mary dropped the milk.He had just returned to it, after wandering for hours through the\nforlorn little town, tormented physically by the myriad mosquitoes,\nand mentally by a surprising eagerness to reach his destination.He\ncould account for the latter only on the ground of complete\nresignation--a feeling experienced by those unfortunate souls who have\nlost their way in life, and, after vain resistance to molding\ncircumstances, after the thwarting of ambitions, the quenching of\nideals, admit defeat, and await, with something of feverish\nanticipation, the end.He had left Cartagena early that morning on the\nramshackle little train which, after hours of jolting over an\nundulating roadbed, set him down in Calamar, exhausted with the heat\nand dust-begrimed.He had not seen the Bishop nor Wenceslas since the\ninterview of the preceding day.Before his departure, however, he had\nmade provision for the burial of the girl, Maria, and the disposal of\nher child.Daniel went to the bedroom.This he did at his own expense; and when the demands of\ndoctor and sexton had been met, and he had provided Marcelena with\nfunds for the care of herself and the child for at least a few weeks,\nhis purse was pitiably light.Late in the afternoon the straggling remnant of a sea breeze drifted\nup the river and tempered the scorching heat.Then the captain of the\nHonda drained his last glass of", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the office.Beyond the fact that Simiti lay somewhere behind the liana-veiled\nbanks of the great river, perhaps three hundred miles from Cartagena,\nthe priest knew nothing of his destination.Mary took the football there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.There were no passengers\nbound for the place, the captain had told him; nor had the captain\nhimself ever been there, although he knew that one must leave the boat\nat a point called Badillo, and thence go by canoe to the town in\nquestion.Sandra went to the bedroom.John took the apple there.John put down the apple.But Jose's interest in Simiti was only such as one might manifest in a\nprison to which he was being conveyed.And, as a prisoner of the\nChurch, he inwardly prayed that his remaining days might be few.Mary put down the football.John took the apple there.The\nblows which had fallen, one after another, upon his keen, raw nerves\nhad left him benumbed.Mary went back to the bedroom.John put down the apple.The cruel bruises which his faith in man had\nreceived in Rome and Cartagena had left him listless, and without\npain.He was accepting the Bishop's final judgment mutely, for he had\nalready borne all that human nature could endure.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the milk there.His severance from a\nlife of faith and love was complete.John went to the hallway.Nor could Jose learn when he might hope to reach Badillo, though he\nmade listless inquiry.John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.\"_Na, Senor Padre_,\" the captain had said, \"we never know where to\nfind the water.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.It is on the right to-day; on the left to-morrow.John went back to the kitchen.There is low tide to-night; the morning may see it ten feet higher.John moved to the garden.Sandra left the apple.And Badillo--_quien sabe_?And he shrugged his shoulders in complete disclaimer of any\nresponsibility therefor.Sandra took the apple there.The captain's words were not idle, for the channel of the mighty river\nchanges with the caprice of a maiden's heart.With irresistible\nmomentum the tawny flood rolls over the continent, now impatiently\nploughing its way across a great bend, destroying plantations and\nabruptly leaving towns and villages many miles inland; now savagely\nfilching away the soft loam banks beneath little settlements and\ngreedily adding broad acres to the burden of its surcharged waters.Sandra put down the apple.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.Mighty giants of the forest, wrested from their footholds of\ncenturies, plunge with terrifying noise into the relentless stream;\ngreat masses of earth, still cohering, break from their moorings and\nglide into the whirling waters, where, like immense islands, they\njourney bobbing and", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Against the strong current, whose quartzose sediment tinkled\nmetallically about her iron prow, the clumsy Honda made slow headway.She was a craft of some two hundred tons burden, with iron hull,\nstern paddle wheel, and corrugated metal passenger deck and roof.Mary went to the kitchen.Below the passenger deck, and well forward on the hull, stood the\nhuge, wood-burning boiler, whose incandescent stack pierced the open\nspace where the gasping travelers were forced to congregate to get\nwhat air they might.Midway on this deck she carried a few cabins at\neither side.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.These, bare of furnishings, might accommodate a dozen\npassengers, if the insufferable heat would permit them to be\noccupied.Sandra travelled to the office.Each traveler was obliged to supply his own bedding, and\nlikewise hammock, unless not too discriminating to use the soiled\ncot provided.John went back to the hallway.Many of those whose affairs necessitated river\ntravel--and there was no other mode of reaching the interior--were\ncontent at night to wrap a light blanket about them and lie down\nunder their mosquito nets on the straw mats--_petates_--with which\nevery _peon_ goes provided.Of service, there was none that might be\nso designated.Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel left the football.A few dirty, half-dressed <DW64> boys from the streets\nof Barranquilla performed the functions of steward, waiting on table\nwith unwashed hands, helping to sling hammocks, or assisting with the\ncarving of the freshly killed beef on the slippery deck below.Daniel got the football there.Accustomed as he had been to the comforts of Rome, and to the less\nelaborate though still adequate accommodations which Cartagena\nafforded, Jose viewed his prison boat with sinking heart.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Iron hull,\nand above it the glowing boiler; over this the metal passenger deck;\nand above that the iron roof, upon which the fierce tropical sun\npoured its flaming heat all day; clouds of steam and vapor from\nthe hot river enveloping the boat--had the Holy Inquisition itself\nsought to devise the most refined torture for a man of delicate\nsensibilities like Jose de Rincon, it could not have done better than\nsend him up the great river at this season and on that miserable\ncraft, in company with his own morbid and soul-corroding thoughts.John got the apple there.The day wore on; and late in the evening the Honda docked at the\npretentious town of Maganguey, the point of transfer for the river\nCauca.Daniel dropped the football.Like the other passengers, from whom he had held himself\nreservedly aloof, Jose gladly seized the opportunity to divert his\nthoughts for a few moments by going ashore.Pauline protested, as the berries\ndisappeared, one after another, down Patience's small throat.Mary picked up the football there.Daniel moved to the garden.Mary went back to the garden.\"Perhaps, if you stop eating them all, we can get enough for mother's\nand father's supper.\"John took the milk there.\"Maybe", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went to the kitchen.\"Paul, mayn't I go with you next time\nyou go over to The Maples?\"Mary picked up the milk there.\"I hate 'we'll see's'!\"Patience declared, reaching so far over after a\nparticularly tempting berry, that she lost her balance, and fell face\ndown among them.John went back to the bathroom.she sighed, as her sister came to her assistance,\n\"something always seems to happen clean-apron afternoon!Mary picked up the football there.Paul,\nwouldn't it be a 'good time,' if Miranda would agree not to scold 'bout\nperfectly unavoidable accidents once this whole summer?\"\"Who's to do the deciding as to the unavoidableness?\"John got the apple there.Mary went to the office.\"Come on, Patience, we've got about all the ripe ones, and it must be\ntime for you to lay the supper-table.\"Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John dropped the apple there.\"Not laying supper-tables would be another good time,\" Patience\nanswered.\"We did get enough, didn't we?Mary put down the football there.\"I wonder,\" Pauline said, more as if speaking to herself, \"whether\nmaybe mother wouldn't think it good to have Jane in now and then--for\nextra work?She likes to work with Miranda--she says\nMiranda's such a nice lady.\"I'm thinking about other things just now.\"Mary grabbed the football there.\"I  don't--There's  mother.John took the apple there.Goodness, Miranda's got the cloth on!\"To Patience's astonishment, nothing was said at supper, either of Uncle\nPaul's letter, or the wonderful things it was to lead to.Shaw\nkept his wife engaged with parish subjects and Pauline appeared lost in\nthoughts of her own.John went back to the hallway.Patience fidgeted as openly as she dared.Of all\nqueer grown-ups--and it looked as though most grown-ups were more or\nless queer--father was certainly the queerest.Mary travelled to the kitchen.John moved to the kitchen.Of course, he knew\nabout the letter; and how could he go on talking about stupid,\nuninteresting matters--like the Ladies' Aid and the new hymn books?Even the first strawberries of the season passed unnoticed, as far as\nhe was concerned, though Mrs.Mary left the milk.Shaw gave Patience a little smiling nod,\nin recognition of them.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Daniel got the milk there.\"Mother,\" Pauline exclaimed, the moment her father had gone back to his\nstudy, \"I've been thinking--Suppose we get Hilary to pretend--that\ncoming home is coming to a _new_ place?Sandra travelled to the kitchen.We'll think up all the interesting things to do, that we can, and\nthe pretty places to show her.\"John discarded the apple.\"That would be a good plan, Pauline.\"\"And if she's company, she'll have to have the spare room,\" Patience\nadded.\"Only, mother, Hilary doesn't\nlike the spare room; she says it's the dre", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"If she's company, she'll have to pretend to like it, it wouldn't be\ngood manners not to,\" Patience observed.The prospect opening out\nahead of them seemed full of delightful possibilities.Mary picked up the football there.\"I hope Miranda\ncatches on to the game, and gives us pound-cake and hot biscuits for\nsupper ever so often, and doesn't call me to do things, when I'm busy\nentertaining 'the company.'\"\"Mother,\" Pauline broke in--\"do keep quiet.Impatience--couldn't we do\nthe spare room over--there's that twenty-five dollars?\"We might make some alterations, dear--at least.\"\"We'll take stock the first thing to-morrow morning.Mary dropped the football.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.I suppose we\ncan't really start in before Monday.\"\"Hardly, seeing that it is Friday night.\"They were still talking this new idea over, though Patience had been\nsent to bed, when Mr.Shaw came in from a visit to a sick parishioner.\"We've got the most beautiful scheme on hand, father,\" Pauline told\nhim, wheeling forward his favorite chair.Mary moved to the bathroom.She hoped he would sit down\nand talk things over with them, instead of going on to the study; it\nwouldn't be half as nice, if he stayed outside of everything.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.\"New schemes appear to be rampant these days,\" Mr.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Shaw said, but he\nsettled himself comfortably in the big chair, quite as though he meant\nto stay with them.He listened, while Pauline explained, really listened, instead of\nmerely seeming to.\"It does appear an excellent idea,\" he said; \"but\nwhy should it be Hilary only, who is to try to see Winton with new eyes\nthis summer?Maybe Uncle Paul's thought isn't such a bad one, after all.\"\"Paul always believed in developing the opportunities nearest hand,\"\nMr.Daniel went back to the office.He stroked the head Towser laid against his knee.Sandra picked up the apple there.\"Your mother and I will be the gainers--if we keep all our girls at\nhome, and still achieve the desired end.\"John moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.How could she have thought him\nunheeding--indifferent?\"Somehow, I think it will work out all right,\" she said.\"Anyhow,\nwe're going to try it, aren't we.Patience thinks it the\nbest idea ever, there'll be no urging needed there.\"Pauline went up to bed that night feeling strangely happy.Mary moved to the hallway.For one\nthing the uncertainty was over, and if they set to work to make this\nsummer full of interest, to break up the monotony and routine that\nHilary found so irksome, the result must be satisfactory.And lastly,\nthere was the comforting conviction, that whatever displeasure her\nfather had felt at first, at her taking the law into her own hands in\nsuch unforeseen fashion, had disappeared now; and he was not going to\nstaySandra travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, Pauline ran up-stairs\nto the spare room.She threw open the shutters of the four windows,\nletting in the fresh morning air.Daniel moved to the office.The side windows faced west, and\nlooked out across the pleasant tree-shaded yard to the church; those at\nthe front faced south, overlooking the broad village street.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.In the bright sunlight, the big square room stood forth in all its prim\norderliness.\"Oh, that's nothing, ma'am.John took the milk there.We hereabouts all likes to have our places\ntidy.Mine's not over tidy to-day because of the washing.But if you was to come of a Sunday.John travelled to the garden.Her eye\ncaught something in a dark corner, at which she flew, apron in hand.\"I\ndeclare, I'm quite ashamed.I didn't think we had one in the house.\"Dried, warmed, and refreshed, but having found the greatest difficulty\nin inducing the good woman to receive any tangible thanks for her\nkindness, we proceeded on our journey; going over the same ground which\nwe had traversed already, and finding Pradenack Down as bleak and\nbeautiful as ever.Sandra moved to the office.Our first halt was at the door of Mary Mundy, who,\nwith her unappreciated brother, ran out to meet us, and looked much\ndisappointed when she found we had not come to stay.\"But you will come some time, ladies, and I'll make you so comfortable.And you'll give my duty to the professor\"--it was vain to explain that\nfour hundred miles lay between our home and his.He was a very nice gentleman, please'm.I shall be delighted to\nsee him again, please'm,\" &c., &c.\n\nWe left the three--Mary, her brother, and Charles--chattering together\nin a dialect which I do not attempt to reproduce, and sometimes could\nhardly understand.Daniel went back to the office.John went to the kitchen.Us, the natives indulged with their best English,\nbut among themselves they talked the broadest Cornish.Mary travelled to the garden.It was a very old church, and a preternaturally old beadle showed it in\na passive manner, not recognising in the least its points of interest\nand beauty, except some rows of open benches with ancient oak backs,\nwonderfully carved.\"Our vicar dug them up from under the flooring and turned them into\npews.John picked up the football there.There was a gentleman here the other day who said there was\nnothing like them in all England.\"Most curious, in truth, they were, and suited well the fine old\nbuilding--a specimen of how carefully and lavishly our forefathers\nbuilt \"for God.\"We, who build for ourselves, are rather surprised\nto find in out-of-the-way nooks like this, churches that in size and\nadornment must have cost years upon years of loving labour as well as\nmoney.John dropped the football.It was pleasant to know that the present incumbent, a man of\narchaeological tastes, appreciated his blessings,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.even though he cannot\nboast the power of his predecessor, the Reverend Thomas Flavel, who\ndied in 1682, and whose monument in the chancel really expresses the\nsentiments--in epitaph--of the period:\n\n  \"Earth, take thine earth; my sin, let Satan have it;\n  The world my goods; my soul my God who gave it.For from these four, Earth, Satan, World, and God,\n  My flesh, my sin, my goods, my soul, I had.\"But it does not mention that the reverend gentleman was the best\n_ghost-layer_ in all England, and that when he died his ghost also\nrequired to be laid, by a brother clergyman, in a spot on the down\nstill pointed out by the people of Mullion, who, being noted for\nextreme longevity, have passed down this tradition from generation\nto generation, with an earnest credulity that we of more enlightened\ncounties can hardly understand.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the garden.From Mullion we went on to Gunwalloe.Its church, \"small and old,\" as\nCharles had depreciatingly said, had been so painfully \"restored,\"\nand looked so bran-new and uninteresting that we contented ourselves\nwith a distant look.Sandra got the apple there.It was close to the sea--probably built on the\nvery spot where its pious founder had been cast ashore.Mary travelled to the bedroom.John went to the hallway.The one curious\npoint about it was the detached belfry, some yards distant from the\nchurch itself.It sat alone in a little cove, down which a sluggish\nriver crawled quietly seaward.Sandra travelled to the office.A sweet quiet place, but haunted, as\nusual, by tales of cruel shipwrecks--of sailors huddled for hours on\na bit of rock just above the waves, till a boat could put out and\nsave the few survivors; of sea treasures continually washed ashore\nfrom lost ships--Indian corn, coffee, timber, dollars--many are still\nfound in the sand after a storm.Mary grabbed the milk there.And one treasure more, of which the\nrecollection is still kept at Gunwalloe, \"a little dead baby in its cap\nand night-gown, with a necklace of coral beads.\"John went to the kitchen.Our good horse, with the dogged\npersistency of Cornish horses and Cornish men, plodded on mile after\nmile.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra discarded the apple.Mary left the milk.Sometimes for an hour or more we did not meet a living soul;\nthen we came upon a stray labourer, or passed through a village where\nhealthy-looking children, big-eyed, brown-faced, and dirty-handed,\npicturesque if not pretty, stared at us from cottage doors, or from the\ngates of cottage gardens full of flowers and apples.Mary took the milk there.Mary left the milk.John got the football there.Hungry and thirsty, we could not\nresist them.After passing several trees, hung thickly with delicious\nfruit, we attacked the owner of one of themJohn moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the bathroom.John went to the office.\"Oh yes, ma'am, you may have as many apples as you like, if your young\nladies will go and get them.\"Daniel grabbed the football there.And while they did it, she stood talking by the carriage door, pouring\nout to me her whole domestic history with a simple frankness worthy of\nthe golden age.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.\"No, really I couldn't,\" putting back my payment--little enough-- for\nthe splendid basket of apples which the girls brought back in triumph.\"This is such a good apple year; the pigs would get them if the young\nladies didn't.Daniel left the football.Sandra moved to the bedroom.You're kindly welcome to them--well then, if you are\ndetermined, say sixpence.\"On which magnificent \"sixpenn'orth,\" we lived for days!Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Indeed I think\nwe brought some of it home as a specimen of Cornish fruit and Cornish\nliberality.Sandra travelled to the garden.Sandra went back to the bathroom.[Illustration: THE ARMED KNIGHT AND THE LONG SHIP'S LIGHTHOUSE.]John travelled to the kitchen.Helstone was reached at last, and we were not sorry for rest and food\nin the old-fashioned inn, whence we could look out of window, and\ncontemplate the humours of the little town, which doubtless considered\nitself a very great one.It was market day, and the narrow street was\nthronged with beasts and men--the latter as sober as the former,\nwhich spoke well for Cornwall.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the garden.Mary went to the office.Sober and civil too was every one we\naddressed in asking our way to the house of our unknown friend, whose\nonly address we had was Helstone.She\nis said to have taken no part in politics, and to have exerted no\ninfluence in public affairs, but her sympathies were well known, and \"the\nvery word liberty made her shudder;\" like Madame Roland, she had seen \"so\nmany crimes perpetrated under that name.\"Daniel went to the kitchen.The claims of three pretended Dauphins--Hervagault, the son of the tailor\nof St.Daniel got the milk there.Lo; Bruneau, son of the shoemaker of Vergin; and Naundorf or\nNorndorff, the watchmaker somewhat troubled her peace, but never for a\nmoment obtained her sanction.Daniel moved to the garden.Of the many other pseudo-Dauphins (said to\nnumber a dozen and a half) not even the names remain.In February,1820, a\nfresh tragedy befell the royal family in the assassination of the Duc de\nBerri, brother-in-law of the Duchesse d'Angouleme, as he was seeing his\nwife into her carriage at the door of the Opera-house.John went to the bedroom.He was carried\ninto the theatre, and there the dying Prince and his wife were joined by\nthe Duchess, who remained till he breathed his last, and was present when\nhe,Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.Mary moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.She was present also when\nhis son, the Duc de Bordeaux, was born, and hoped that she saw in him a\nguarantee for the stability of royalty in France.Daniel travelled to the garden.In September, 1824, she\nstood by the death-bed of Louis XVIII., and thenceforward her chief\noccupation was directing the education of the little Duc de Bordeaux, who\ngenerally resided with her at Villeneuve l'Etang, her country house near\nSt.Thence she went in July, 1830, to the Baths of Vichy,\nstopping at Dijon on her way to Paris, and visiting the theatre on the\nevening of the 27th.Daniel went to the kitchen.She was received with \"a roar of execrations and\nseditious cries,\" and knew only too well what they signified.She\ninstantly left the theatre and proceeded to Tonnere, where she received\nnews of the rising in Paris, and, quitting the town by night, was driven\nto Joigny with three attendants.Soon after leaving that place it was\nthought more prudent that the party should separate and proceed on foot,\nand the Duchess and M. de Foucigny, disguised as peasants, entered\nVersailles arm-in-arm, to obtain tidings of the King.John journeyed to the office.Mary went to the office.The Duchess found\nhim at Rambouillet with her husband, the Dauphin, and the King met her\nwith a request for \"pardon,\" being fully conscious, too late, that his\nunwise decrees and his headlong flight had destroyed the last hopes of his\nfamily.The act of abdication followed, by which the prospect of royalty\npassed from the Dauphin and his wife, as well as from Charles X.--Henri V.\nbeing proclaimed King, and the Duc d'Orleans (who refused to take the boy\nmonarch under his personal protection) lieutenant-general of the kingdom.Then began the Duchess's third expatriation.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.At Cherbourg the royal\nfamily, accompanied by the little King without a kingdom, embarked in the\n'Great Britain', which stood out to sea.John grabbed the apple there.The Duchess, remaining on deck\nfor a last look at the coast of France, noticed a brig which kept, she\nthought, suspiciously near them.Mary travelled to the garden.Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra went back to the garden.John dropped the apple there.\"To fire into and sink the vessels in which we sail, should any attempt be\nmade to return to France.\"Such was the farewell of their subjects to the House of Bourbon.John went back to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.Sandra went to the bathroom.The\nfugitives landed at Weymouth; the Duchesse d'Angouleme under the title of\nComtesse de Marne, the Duchesse de Berri as Comtesse de Rosny, and her\nson, Henri de Bordeaux, as Comte de ChMary discarded the milk.Mary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Holyrood, with its royal and gloomy\nassociations, was their appointed dwelling.The Duc and Duchesse\nd'Angouleme, and the daughter of the Duc de Berri, travelled thither by\nland, the King and the young Comte de Chambord by sea.Sandra moved to the bathroom.\"I prefer my route\nto that of my sister,\" observed the latter, \"because I shall see the coast\nof France again, and she will not.\"The French Government soon complained that at Holyrood the exiles were\nstill too near their native land, and accordingly, in 1832, Charles X.,\nwith his son and grandson, left Scotland for Hamburg, while the Duchesse\nd'Angouleme and her niece repaired to Vienna.Mary picked up the milk there.Mary picked up the apple there.The family were reunited at\nPrague in 1833, where the birthday of the Comte de Chambord was celebrated\nwith some pomp and rejoicing, many Legitimists flocking thither to\ncongratulate him on attaining the age of thirteen, which the old law of\nmonarchical France had fixed as the majority of her princes.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the hallway.Three years\nlater the wanderings of the unfortunate family recommenced; the Emperor\nFrancis II.was dead, and his successor, Ferdinand, must visit Prague to\nbe crowned, and Charles X. feared that the presence of a discrowned\nmonarch might be embarrassing on such an occasion.Illness and sorrow\nattended the exiles on their new journey, and a few months after they were\nestablished in the Chateau of Graffenburg at Goritz, Charles X. died of\ncholera, in his eightieth year.At Goritz, also, on the 31st May, 1844,\nthe Duchesse d'Angouleme, who had sat beside so many death-beds, watched\nover that of her husband.Mary dropped the apple.Theirs had not been a marriage of affection in\nyouth, but they respected each other's virtues, and to a great extent\nshared each other's tastes; banishment and suffering had united them very\nclosely, and of late years they had been almost inseparable,--walking,\nriding, and reading together.Mary dropped the milk.Daniel went to the bedroom.When the Duchesse d'Angouleme had seen her\nhusband laid by his father's side in the vault of the Franciscan convent,\nshe, accompanied by her nephew and niece, removed to Frohsdorf, where they\nspent seven tranquil years.[163] \"Ventures happ'd,\" i.e., adventures which happened.[165] \"What time,\" i.e., when.Daniel journeyed to the office.[166] When a chieftain wished to assemble his clan suddenly, he sent\nout a swift and trusty messenger, bearing a symbol, called the Fiery\nCross, consisting of a rough wooden cross the charred ends of which\nhad been quenched in the blood of a goat.All members of the clan who\nsaw this symbol, and who were capable of bearing arms, were obliged\nJohn went back to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.John went back to the office.Arrived at\nthe next hamlet, the messenger delivered the symbol and the name of\nthe rendezvous to the principal personage, who immediately forwarded\nthem by a fresh messenger.In this way the signal for gathering was\ndisseminated throughout the territory of a large clan in a surprisingly\nshort space of time.Sandra grabbed the football there.John left the milk.John grabbed the milk there.The summer dawn's reflected hue\n    To purple changed Loch Katrine blue;\n    Mildly and soft the western breeze\n    Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees;\n    And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,\n    Trembled but dimpled not for joy;\n    The mountain shadows on her breast\n    Were neither broken nor at rest;\n    In bright uncertainty they lie,\n    Like future joys to Fancy's eye.Daniel journeyed to the garden.The water lily to the light\n    Her chalice rear'd of silver bright;\n    The doe awoke, and to the lawn,\n    Begemm'd with dewdrops, led her fawn;\n    The gray mist left the mountain side,\n    The torrent show'd its glistening pride;\n    Invisible in flecked sky,\n    The lark sent down her revelry;\n    The blackbird and the speckled thrush\n    Good-morrow gave from brake and bush;\n    In answer coo'd the cushat dove\n    Her notes of peace, and rest, and love.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.No thought of peace, no thought of rest,\n    Assuaged the storm in Roderick's breast.Mary went back to the hallway.With sheathed broadsword in his hand,\n    Abrupt he paced the islet strand,\n    And eyed the rising sun, and laid\n    His hand on his impatient blade.Mary took the apple there.Beneath a rock, his vassals' care\n    Was prompt the ritual[167] to prepare,\n    With deep and deathful meaning fraught;\n    For such Antiquity had taught\n    Was preface meet, ere yet abroad\n    The Cross of Fire should take its road.Mary discarded the apple.The shrinking band stood oft aghast\n    At the impatient glance he cast;--\n    Such glance the mountain eagle threw,\n    As, from the cliffs of Benvenue,\n    She spread her dark sails on the wind,\n    And, high in middle heaven reclined,\n    With her broad shadow on the lake,\n    Silenced the warblers of the brake.[167] The ritual or religious ceremony with which the Fiery Cross was\nmade.Sandra left the football.A heap of wither'd boughs was piled,\n    Of juniper and rowan[", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the office.Mary took the football there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Sandra went to the bedroom.John took the apple there.Brian, the Hermit, by it stood,\n    Barefooted, in his frock and hood.John put down the apple.Mary put down the football.[169]\n    His grisled beard and matted hair\n    Obscured a visage of despair;\n    His naked arms and legs, seamed o'er,\n    The scars of frantic penance bore.John took the apple there.Mary went back to the bedroom.John put down the apple.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.That monk, of savage form and face,\n    The impending danger of his race\n    Had drawn[170] from deepest solitude,\n    Far in Benharrow's[171] bosom rude.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Not his the mien of Christian priest,\n    But Druid's,[172] from the grave released,\n    Whose hardened heart and eye might brook\n    On human sacrifice to look;\n    And much, 'twas said, of heathen lore,\n    Mixed in the charms he muttered o'er.Daniel picked up the milk there.The hallow'd creed gave only worse\n    And deadlier emphasis of curse;\n    No peasant sought that Hermit's prayer,\n    His cave the pilgrim shunn'd with care,\n    The eager huntsman knew his bound,\n    And in mid-chase called off his hound;\n    Or if, in lonely glen or strath,\n    The desert dweller met his path,\n    He pray'd, and signed the cross between,\n    While terror took devotion's mien.[169] \"Frock and hood,\" i.e., the usual garments of monks or hermits.John went to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.[170] \"That monk,\" etc., i.e., the impending danger... had drawn that\nmonk, etc.Sandra picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.[171] A mountain near the head of Loch Lomond.Sandra journeyed to the office.John went back to the kitchen.John moved to the garden.[172] The Druids were the priests among the ancient Celtic nations\nin Gaul and Britain.Sandra left the apple.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra put down the apple.They worshiped in forests, regarded oaks and\nmistletoe as sacred, and offered human sacrifices.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.V.\n\n    Of Brian's birth strange tales were told.Daniel left the milk.Mary took the milk there.Mary put down the milk.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bedroom.His mother watch'd a midnight fold,[173]\n    Built deep within a dreary glenJohn went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the garden.It might have tamed a warrior's heart,\n    To view such mockery of his art!Daniel took the apple there.Daniel dropped the apple.The knot-grass fetter'd there the hand,\n    Which once could burst an iron band;\n    Beneath the broad and ample bone,\n    That buckler'd heart to fear unknown,\n    A feeble and a timorous guest,\n    The field-fare[174] framed her lowly nest;\n    There the slow blind-worm left his slime\n    On the fleet limbs that mock'd at time;\n    And there, too, lay the leader's skull,\n    Still wreathed with chaplet, flush'd and full,\n    For heath-bell, with her purple bloom,\n    Supplied the bonnet and the plume.Sandra travelled to the office.All night, in this sad glen, the maid\n    Sate, shrouded in her mantle's shade:\n    --She said, no shepherd sought her side,\n    No hunter's hand her snood untied,\n    Yet ne'er again, to braid her hair,\n    The virgin snood did Alice wear;\n    Gone was her maiden glee and sport,\n    Her maiden girdle all too short;\n    Nor sought she, from that fatal night,\n    Or holy church, or blessed rite,\n    But lock'd her secret in her breast,\n    And died in travail, unconfess'd.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Alone, among his young compeers,\n    Was Brian from his infant years;\n    A moody and heart-broken boy,\n    Estranged from sympathy and joy,\n    Bearing each taunt which careless tongue\n    On his mysterious lineage flung.Mary travelled to the hallway.DOCTOR\n\nYes, it is unfortunate.Sandra went to the bathroom.John went back to the bedroom.Mary moved to the garden.MAURICE\n\n_Shrugging his shoulders._\n\nFather did not want to leave.Mamina, do\nyou think our people are already in Antwerp?John picked up the apple there.JEANNE\n\nYes, I think so.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nNo.It is very pleasant to breathe the fresh air.John went back to the kitchen.DOCTOR\n\n_To Maurice._\n\nI think we are still in the region which--\n\nMAURICE\n\nYes.DOCTOR\n\n_Looking at his watch._\n\nTwenty--a quarter of ten.John went back to the garden.MAURICE\n\nThen it is a quarter of an hour since the bursting of the dams.Mamma, do you hear, it is a quarter of ten now!Mary went to the office.Daniel went to the bedroom.JEANNE\n\nYesJohn went to the bathroom.John dropped the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John travelled to the office.MAURICE\n\nBut it is strange that we haven't heard any explosions.John journeyed to the garden.DOCTOR\n\nHow can you say that, Monsieur Maurice?MAURICE\n\nI thought that such explosions would be heard a hundred\nkilometers away.Mary got the football there.Our house and our\ngarden will soon be flooded!I wonder how high the water will\nrise.Do you think it will reach up to the second story?CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Grumbling._\n\nI am working.Mary left the football there.Mamma, see how the searchlights are working.Daniel got the football there.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nJeanne, lift me a little.JEANNE\n\nMy dear, I don't know whether I am allowed to do it.Sandra got the milk there.John travelled to the office.DOCTOR\n\nYou may lift him a little, if it isn't very painful.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra travelled to the garden.JEANNE\n\nDo you feel any pain?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nNo.MAURICE\n\nFather, they are flashing the searchlights across the sky like\nmadmen._A bluish light is flashed over them, faintly illuminating the\nwhole group._\n\nMAURICE\n\nRight into my eyes!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI suppose so.John moved to the bedroom.Either they have been warned, or the water is\nreaching them by this time.JEANNE\n\nDo you think so, Emil?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes.Daniel travelled to the hallway.It seems to me that I hear the sound of the water from that\nside._All listen and look in the direction from which the noise came._\n\nDOCTOR\n\n_Uneasily._\n\nHow unpleasant this is!MAURICE\n\nFather, it seems to me I hear voices.Listen--it sounds as\nthough they are crying there.Father, the\nPrussians are crying._A distant, dull roaring of a crowd is heard.The searchlights are\nswaying from side to side._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIt is they.DOCTOR\n\nIf we don't start in a quarter of an hour--\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIn half an hour, Doctor.MAURICE\n\nFather, how beautiful and how terrible it is!JEANNE\n\nWhat is it?MAURICE\n\nI want to kiss it.JEANNE\n\nWhat a foolish little boy you are, Maurice.MAURICE\n\nMonsieur Langloi said that in three days from now I may remove\nmy bandage.Just think of it, in three days I shall be able to\ntake up my gun again!...The\nchauffeur and the doctor draw their revolvers.A figure appears\nfrom the field, approaching from one of the ditches.A peasant,\nwounded in the leg, comes up slowly, leaning upon a cane._\n\nMAURICE\n\nWho is there?PEASANT\n\nOurSandra put down the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "MAURICE\n\nYes, we're going to the city.Our car has broken down, we're\nrepairing it.Sandra took the milk there.PEASANT\n\nWhat am I doing here?They also look at him\nattentively, by the light of the lantern._\n\nCHAUFFEUR\n\nGive me the light!PEASANT\n\nAre you carrying a wounded man?I\ncannot walk, it is very hard.I lay there in the ditch and when I heard you\nspeak French I crawled out.DOCTOR\n\nHow were you wounded?PEASANT\n\nI was walking in the field and they shot me.They must have\nthought I was a rabbit._Laughs hoarsely._\n\nThey must have thought I was a rabbit.What is the news,\ngentlemen?Sandra journeyed to the garden.MAURICE\n\nDon't you know?PEASANT\n\nWhat can I know?I lay there and looked at the sky--that's all I\nknow.Just look at it, I have been watching\nit all the time.What is that I see in the sky, eh?Sandra dropped the milk there.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nSit down near us.MAURICE\n\nListen, sit down here.They are\ncrying there--the Prussians!Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.They must have learned of\nit by this time.Listen, it is so far, and yet we can hear!_The peasant laughs hoarsely._\n\nMAURICE\n\nSit down, right here, the automobile is large.CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Muttering._\n\nSit down, sit down!DOCTOR\n\n_Uneasily._\n\nWhat is it?MAURICE\n\nWhat an unfortunate mishap!JEANNE\n\n_Agitated._\n\nThey shot you like a rabbit?Do you hear, Emil--they thought a\nrabbit was running!John travelled to the garden._She laughs loudly, the peasant also laughs._\n\nPEASANT\n\nI look like a rabbit!JEANNE\n\nDo you hear, Emil?John went to the kitchen._Laughs._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nJeanne!JEANNE\n\nIt makes me laugh--it seems so comical to me that they mistake\nus for rabbits.And now, what are we now--water rats?Emil, just\npicture to yourself, water rats in an automobile!JEANNE\n\nNo, no, I am not laughing any more, Maurice!Thus the\nfirst cost of the 6-inch Rocket, weighing 150 lbs.of combustible matter, is not more than \u00a33.10_s._ that is to\nsay, less than double the first cost of the 13-inch spherical carcass,\nthough its conflagrating powers, or the quantity of combustible matter\nconveyed by it, are three times as great, and its mass and penetration\nare half as much again as that of the 10-inch shell or carcass.It is\nevident, therefore, that however extended the magnitude of Rockets\nmay be, and I am now endeavouring to construct some, the", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "John travelled to the office.Daniel went back to the garden.It is difficult to make a precise calculation as to the average\nexpense of every common shell or carcass, actually thrown against the\nenemy; but it is generally supposed and admitted, that, on a moderate\nestimate, these missiles, one with another, cannot cost government\nless than \u00a35 each; nor can this be doubted, when, in addition to the\nfirst cost of the ammunition, that of the _ordnance_, and _the charges\nincidental to its application_, are considered.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John grabbed the football there.Daniel journeyed to the garden.But as to the Rocket\nand its apparatus, it has been seen, that the _principal expense_ is\nthat of the first construction, an expense, which it must be fairly\nstated, that the charges of conveyance cannot more than double under\nany circumstances; so that where the mode of throwing carcasses by\n32-pounder Rockets is adopted, there is, at least, an average saving\nof \u00a33 on every carcass so thrown, and proportionally for the larger\nnatures; especially as not only the conflagrating powers of the\nspherical carcass are equalled even by the 32-pounder Rocket, but\ngreatly exceeded by the larger Rockets; and the more especially indeed,\nas the difference of accuracy, for the purposes of bombardment, is not\nworthy to be mentioned, since it is no uncommon thing for shells fired\nfrom a mortar at long ranges, to spread to the right and left of each\nother, upwards of 500 or even 600 yards, as was lately proved by a\nseries of experiments, where the mortar bed was actually fixed in the\nground; an aberration which the Rocket will never equal, unless some\naccident happens to the stick in firing; and this, I may venture to\nsay, does not occur oftener than the failure of the fuze in the firing\nof shells.The fact is, that whatever aberration does exist in the\nRocket, it is distinctly seen; whereas, in ordinary projectiles it is\nscarcely to be traced--and hence has arisen a very exaggerated notion\nof the inaccuracy of the former.John put down the football.John took the apple there.John journeyed to the office.Mary journeyed to the hallway.But to recur to the economy of the Rocket carcass; how much is not the\nsaving of this system of bombardment enhanced, when considered with\nreference to naval bombardment, when the expensive construction of the\nlarge mortar vessel is viewed, together with the charge of their whole\nestablishment, compared with the few occasions of their use, and their\nunfitness for general service?Mary journeyed to the kitchen.John picked up the milk there.Whereas, by means of the Rocket, every\nvessel, nay, every boat, has the power of throwing carcasses without\nany alteration in her construction, or any impediment whatever to her\ngeneral services.Mary got the football there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.So much for the comparison requiredMary left the football.John left the apple.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John put down the milk.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary got the football there.Daniel went to the bathroom.Mary moved to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the garden.In the first place, it should be stated that the\nRocket will project every species of shot or shell which can be fired\nfrom field guns, and indeed, even heavier ammunition than is ordinarily\nused by artillery in the field.Mary went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.John journeyed to the kitchen.But it will be a fair criterion to make\nthe calculation, with reference to the six and nine-pounder common\nammunition; these two natures of shot or shell are projected by a small\nRocket, which I have denominated the 12-pounder, and which will give\nhorizontally, and _without apparatus_, the same range as that of the\ngun, and _with apparatus_, considerably more.Sandra went to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel moved to the kitchen.The calculation may be\nstated as follows:--\n\n                                           \u00a3.Daniel moved to the hallway.Sandra went to the bedroom._s._  _d._\n                      {Case and stick      0    5     6\n  12-pounder Rocket   {Rocket composition  0    1    10\u00bd\n                      {Labour, &c.Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.0    2     0\n                                          --------------\n                                          \u00a30    9     4\u00bd\n                                          --------------\n\nBut this sum is capable of the following reduction, by substituting\nelementary force for manual labour, and by employing bamboo in lieu of\nthe stick.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the kitchen.Daniel went to the bathroom.Mary put down the football.Mary got the football there._s._  _d._\n                    {Case and stick  0   4     0\n  [B]RedMary left the football.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Mary took the football there.Mary went back to the bedroom.Mary left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the office.Daniel went to the garden.Sandra went back to the hallway.Now the cost of the shot or spherical case is the same whether\nprojected from a gun or thrown by the Rocket; and the fixing it to the\nRocket costs about the same as strapping the shot to the wooden bottom.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.This 6_s._ 4\u00bd_d._ therefore is to be set against the value of the\ngunpowder, cartridge, &c. required for the gun, which may be estimated\nas follows:--\n\n                                                         \u00a3.Mary went back to the garden._s._  _d._\n  6-pounder Amm\u2019n.Mary travelled to the hallway.John went to the garden.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel went to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.{Charge of powder for the 6-pounder   0   2     0\n                    {Cartridge, 3\u00bd_d._ wooden bottom,     0   0     7\u00bc\n                    {  2\u00bd_d._ and tube, 1\u00bc_d._\n                                                         -------------\n                                                         \u00a30   2     7\u00bc\n                                                         -------------\n\n                                                         \u00a3.John took the football there.Daniel grabbed the milk there.John discarded the football.Sandra went to the kitchen.John went to the office.Sandra travelled to the bedroom._s._  _d._\n  9-pounder Amm\u2019n.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel moved to the garden.He wrote himself on the\nsubject: \"All this Private Secretaryship and its consequent expenses\nare all dueDaniel dropped the milk.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the office.However, for the\nfuture I will be wiser.... It was a living crucifixion.... I nearly\nburst with the trammels.... A L100,000 a year would not have kept me\nthere.I resigned on 2 June, and never unpacked my official dress.\"The immediate consequence referred to was as follows: In the drawer of\nMr J. D. Campbell, at the office at Storey's Gate of the Chinese\nImperial Customs, had been lying for some little time the\nfollowing telegram for Colonel Gordon from Sir Robert Hart, the\nInspector-General of the Department in China:--\n\n     \"I am directed to invite you here (Peking).Daniel grabbed the football there.Please come and see\n     for yourself.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.The opportunity of doing really useful work on a\n     large scale ought not to be lost.Mary went back to the bedroom.Work, position, conditions, can\n     all be arranged with yourself here to your satisfaction.John grabbed the milk there.John put down the milk.Do take\n     six months' leave and come.\"Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.John got the milk there.As Mr Campbell was aware of Gordon's absence in India, he had thought\nit useless to forward the message, and it was not until the\nresignation was announced that he did so.In dealing with this\nintricate matter, which was complicated by extraneous considerations,\nit is necessary to clear up point by point.Mary took the apple there.When Gordon received the\nmessage he at once concluded that the invitation came from his old\ncolleague Li Hung Chang, and accepted it on that assumption, which in\nthe end proved erroneous.Mary left the apple.It is desirable to state that since Gordon's\ndeparture from China in 1865 at least one communication had passed\nbetween these former associates in a great enterprise.John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the office.The following\ncharacteristic letter, dated Tientsin, 22nd March 1879, reached Gordon\nwhile he was at Khartoum:--\n\n     \"DEAR SIR,--I am instructed by His Excellency the Grand\n     Secretary, Li, to answer your esteemed favour, dated the 27th\n     October 1878, from Khartoum, which was duly received.Daniel put down the football.I am right\n     glad to hear from you.John went back to the kitchen.It is now over fourteen years since we\n     parted from each other.Sandra got the football there.Although I have not written to you, but I\n     often speak of you, and remember you with very great interest.The benefit you have conferred on China does not disappear with\n     your person, but is felt throughout the regions in which you\n     played so important and active a part.John travelled to the hallway.Sandra discarded the football there.All those people bless you\n     forJohn left the milk.John grabbed the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"Your achievements in Egypt are well known throughout the\n     civilized world.I see often in the papers of your noble works on\n     the Upper Nile.You are a man of ample resources, with which you\n     suit yourself to any kind of emergency.Sandra travelled to the hallway.My hope is that you may\n     long be spared to improve the conditions of the people amongst\n     whom your lot is cast.Mary grabbed the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.I am striving hard to advance my people to\n     a higher state of development, and to unite both this and all\n     other nations within the 'Four Seas' under one common\n     brotherhood.To the several questions put in your note the\n     following are the answers:--Kwoh Sung-Ling has retired from\n     official life, and is now living at home.Sandra moved to the office.Yang Ta Jen died a\n     great many years ago.Na Wang's adopted son is doing well, and is\n     the colonel of a regiment, with 500 men under him.Daniel went back to the kitchen.The Pa to'\n     Chiaow Bridge, which you destroyed, was rebuilt very soon after\n     you left China, and it is now in very good condition.\"Kwoh Ta jen, the Chinese Minister, wrote to me that he had the\n     pleasure of seeing you in London.John picked up the apple there.John put down the apple there.I wished I had been there also\n     to see you; but the responsibilities of life are so distributed\n     to different individuals in different parts of the world, that it\n     is a wise economy of Providence that we are not all in the same\n     spot.\"I wish you all manner of happiness and prosperity.With my\n     highest regards,--I remain, yours very truly\n\n               \"(For LI HUNG CHANG),        TSENG LAISUN.\"Sandra got the milk there.Sandra left the milk there.Under the belief that Hart's telegram emanated from Li Hung Chang, and\ninspired by loyalty to a friend in a difficulty, as well as by\naffection for the Chinese people, whom in his own words he \"liked best\nnext after his own,\" Gordon replied to this telegram in the following\nmessage: \"Inform Hart Gordon will leave for Shanghai first\nopportunity.At that moment China seemed on the verge of war with Russia, in\nconsequence of the disinclination of the latter power to restore the\nprovince of Kuldja, which she had occupied at the time of the\nMahommedan uprising in Central Asia.The Chinese official, Chung How,\nwho had signed an unpopular treaty at Livadia, had been sentenced to\ndeath--the treaty itself had been repudiated--and hostilities were\neven said to have commenced.The announcement that the Chinese\nGovernment had invited Gordon to Peking, andJohn grabbed the apple there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.Sandra got the milk there.Those persons\nwho have a contemptuous disregard for dates went so far even as to\nassert that Gordon had resigned because of the Chinese invitation.Never was there a clearer case of _post hoc, propter hoc_; but even\nthe officials at the War Office were suspicious in the matter, and\ntheir attitude towards Gordon went near to precipitate the very\ncatastrophe they wanted to avoid.They must be made to sell\ntheir nely at the bangsaal or the public market, which is under the\nsupervision of this Castle; because if they unload their nely elsewhere\nthey do not bring it to the market, and the people not finding any\nthere have to obtain it from them at any price, which I consider to\nbe making a monopoly of it.Another product which yields a profit to\nthe inhabitants is tobacco.This grows here very abundantly, and the\ngreater part of it is sold by the owners without the least risk to the\nmerchants of Mallabaar, while the rest is sold here among their own\npeople or to the Company's servants.A part also is sent to Negapatam,\nbecause the passage to Mallabaar is too dangerous for them on account\nof the Bargareese pirates, who infest the neighbourhood.They also\nmake a good profit out of the provisions which the Company's servants\nhave to buy from them, such as fowls, butter, milk, sheep, piesang,\n[34] soursop, betel, oil, &c., on which articles these officers have\nto spend a good deal of their salaries, and even the native officers\nhave to devote a great deal of their pay to the purchase of these.Sandra went back to the bedroom.The\ninhabitants are also able to obtain a good deal as wages for labour if\nthey are not too lazy to work, so that, taking all in all, Your Honours\nwill find that the inhabitants of Jaffnapatam are more prosperous now\nthan they have been for some time, although it has been urged in some\nquarters that they are oppressed and fleeced and are therefore in a\nmiserable condition.These people do not know or pretend not to know\nthat those reports have been circulated by some of the wealthiest\nBellales, because endeavours were made to maintain and uphold the\npoorer castes against them.Their circumstances being so much better,\nthe people of Jaffnapatam ought not to hope for a decrease of the\ntithes, as spoken of before.Nor did they ask for this during my\ntime, nor even referred to it, because at the general paresse [35]\nof August 2, 1685, they made a unanimous declaration that they had\nno request to make and no reason for complaint, and that they were\nperfectly satisfied with the rule of the Company.Daniel went back to the garden.This may be seen\nin the Compendium of the last of November of the same year.Daniel travelled to the office.In my\nquestions of January 22 of the same year several requests of theirs\nhad already been submitted, which had been all disposed of to their\nsatisfaction, as, for instanceSandra travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Blom would seem to recommend the decrease of the tithes in his\nreport of August 20, 1692, but he did not know at the time that so many\nprivileges would be granted to them.Although the granting of these is\nof little importance to the Company, it is a fact on the other hand\nthat the prosperity of the inhabitants will also be an advantage to\nthe Company, because it enables them to pay their imposts and taxes\nregularly, as witness the last few years.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.[19]\n\nThe coconut trees are the third source of prosperity granted to the\ninhabitants, besides the free trade in Batticaloa and Trincomalee\nand the reduced poll tax; because, in compliance with the orders from\nBatavia of December 12, 1695, these trees would no longer be subject\nto taxes in the new Land Thombo, the owners being obliged to feed not\nonly the Company's elephants, but also those which have been already\npurchased by the merchants, with coconut leaves.John got the milk there.John dropped the milk.Sandra moved to the garden.Although this no\ndoubt is more profitable to them, as they are paid for the leaves\nby the merchants, yet it is true that the trees yield less fruit\nwhen their nourishment is spent on the leaves.Daniel went back to the hallway.Sandra discarded the football.John moved to the hallway.But although Their\nExcellencies at Batavia kindly relieved the people of their burden\nin this respect, the duty was imposed again in another way when His\nExcellency the Governor and the Council decided, in their letter of\nOctober 13, that Jaffnapatam would have to deliver yearly no less\nthan 24 casks of coconut oil besides that which is required for use\nin this Commandement and at Manaar.John went back to the garden.This, including what is required\nat the pearl fishery, amounts according to my calculation to no less\nthan 12 casks.Sandra went to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the bedroom.For this reason it will be necessary to prohibit the\nexport of coconuts.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra moved to the kitchen.John travelled to the office.This order, like the one with regard to the reform\nin the sale of elephants, was sent to us without previous consultation\nwith the Commandeur or the Council of Jaffnapatam; yet in the interest\nof the Company I could not abstain from expressing my opinion on the\nsubject in my reply of November 1, 1696; but as the order was repeated\nin a subsequent letter from Colombo as also in one of the 21st of\nthe same month, although with some slight alteration, I am obliged to\nrecommend that Your Honours should endeavour to put this order into\nexecution as far as possible, and not issue licenses to any one.Sandra went to the garden.Sandra grabbed the football there.I\ndo so although I expect not only that the farmer of the Alfandigo\n(for the export of all articles permitted to be exportedSandra put down the football there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary took the apple there.Mary discarded the apple.Sandra grabbed the football there.This\nwill be so in spite of some concessions which have been made already\nin the payment for the oil, upon their petition of June 14, 1687,\nsubmitted to His Excellency Laurens Pyl, then Governor of Ceylon,\nin which they stated that it was a great disadvantage to them to be\nobliged to give the olas of their trees as food for the elephants,\nand that they were now also prevented from selling their fruits,\nbut had to press oil out of these for the Company.Sandra picked up the milk there.John journeyed to the garden.Mary took the apple there.John went to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.[20]\n\nThe iron and steel tools imported by the Company did not yield much\nprofit, because there was no demand for them.Mary left the apple there.Sandra went back to the kitchen.The wealthy people\nconsidered them too expensive, and the poor could not afford to\npurchase them for the ploughing and cultivation of their fields and\ngardens.They have therefore been stowed away in the storehouses.Mary moved to the garden.Mary moved to the bedroom.As\nmay be seen from the questions submitted by me to the Council of\nColombo on January 22, 1695, I proposed that the inhabitants should\nbe permitted to obtain these tools direct from Coromandel, which was\nkindly granted by the Honourable the Supreme Government of India by\nletter of December 12 of the same year.John journeyed to the office.Per cent\n                                         increase.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.1895                  $5,000,000\n    1896                  12,000,000        140\n    1897                  16,000,000         33 1/8\n    1898 (estimated)      20,000,000         25\n\n\nA fact that is deplored by Americans who are eager to see their country\nin the van in all things pertaining to trade is that almost every\ndollar's worth of this vast amount of material is carried to South\nAfrica in ships sailing under foreign colours.Three lines of\nsteamships, having weekly sailings, ply between the two countries, and\nare always laden to the rails with American goods, but the American flag\nis carried by none of them.John travelled to the kitchen.A fourth line of steamships, to ply between\nPhiladelphia and Cape Town, is about to be established under American\nauspices, and is to carry the American flag.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra put down the football.Sandra discarded the milk.A numberSandra put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary went to the office.The American imports from South Africa are of far less value than the\nexports, for the reason that the country produces only a few articles\nthat are not consumed where they originate.John took the football there.America is the best market\nin the world for diamonds, and about one fourth of the annual output of\nthe Kimberley mines reaches the United States.John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra went to the bedroom.Daniel went to the bathroom.Hides and tallow\nconstitute the leading exportations to America, while aloes and ostrich\nfeathers are chief among the few other products sent here.Owing to this\nlack of exports, ships going to South Africa are obliged to proceed to\nIndia or Australia for return cargoes in order to reduce the expenses of\nthe voyage.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.However great the commercial interests of the United States in South\nAfrica, they are small in comparison with the work of individual\nAmericans, who have been active in the development of that country\nduring the last quarter of a century.Wherever great enterprises have\nbeen inaugurated, Americans have been prominently identified with their\ngrowth and development, and in not a few instances has the success of\nthe ventures been wholly due to American leadership.Sandra went to the office.Daniel went back to the garden.European capital\nis the foundation of all the great South African institutions, but it is\nto American skill that almost all of them owe the success which they\nhave attained.Sandra moved to the hallway.British and continental capitalists have recognised the superiority of\nAmerican methods by intrusting the management of almost every large mine\nand industry to men who were born and received their training in the\nUnited States.John went to the bathroom.It is an expression not infrequently heard when the\nsuccess of a South African enterprise is being discussed, \"Who is the\nYankee?\"The reason of this is involved in the fact that almost all the\nAmericans who went to South Africa after the discovery of gold had been\nwell fitted by their experiences in the California and Colorado mining\nfields for the work which they were called upon to do on the Randt, and,\nowing to their ability, were able to compete successfully with the men\nfrom other countries who were not so skilled.Unfortunately, not all the Americans in South Africa have been a credit\nto their native country, and there is a considerable class which has\ncreated for itself an unenviable reputation.Daniel moved to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.The component parts of\nthis class are men who, by reason of criminal acts, were obliged to\nleave America for new fields of endeavour, and non-professional men who\nfollow gold booms in all parts of the world and trust to circumstances\nfor a livelihood.In the early days of the Johannesburg gold fields\nthese men oftentimes resorted to desperate means, with the result that\nalmost every criminal act of an unusually daring description is now\ncredited against them by the orderly inhabitants.Highwaymen,\npickpockets, illicit gold buyers, confidence men, and even train-robbers\nwere active, and for several years served to discredit the entire\nAmerican colony.Since the first gold excitement has subsided,Sandra put down the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The American who has been most prominent in South African affairs, and\nthe stanchest supporter of American interests in that country, is\nGardner F. Williams, the general manager and one of the alternate life\ngovernors of the De Beers Consolidated Diamond Mines at Kimberley.Williams gained his mining experience in the\nmining districts of California and other Western States, and went to\nSouth Africa in 1887 to take charge of the Kimberley mines, which were\nthen in an almost chaotic condition.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Mary took the apple there.By the application of American\nideas, Mr.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Williams succeeded in making of the mines a property which\nyields an annual profit of about ten million dollars on a nominal\ncapital of twice that amount.Mary went back to the office.He has introduced American machinery into\nthe mines, and has been instrumental in many other ways in advancing the\ninterests of his native country.Williams receives a salary\ntwice as great as that of the President of the United States, he is\nproud to be the American consular agent at Kimberley--an office which\ndoes not carry with it sufficient revenue to provide the star-spangled\nbanner which constantly floats from a staff in front of his residence.After I had thus confirmed my self with these Maximes, and laid them up\nwith the Articles of Faith, which always had the first place in my\nBelief, I judg'd that I might freely undertake to expell all the rest of\nmy opinions.And forasmuch as I did hope to bring it the better to passe\nby conversing with men, then by staying any longer in my stove, where I\nhad had all these thoughts: before the Winter was fully ended, I\nreturned to my travels; and in all the nine following yeers I did\nnothing but rowl here and there about the world, endeavouring rather to\nbe a spectator, then an actor in all those Comedies which were acted\ntherein: and reflecting particularly on every subject which might render\nit suspected, or afford any occasion mistake.In the mean time I rooted\nout of my minde all those errours which formerly had crept in.Not that\nI therein imitated the Scepticks, who doubt onely to the end they may\ndoubt, and affect to be always unresolved: For on the contrary, all my\ndesigne tended onely to fix my self, and to avoid quick-mires and sands,\nthat I might finde rock and clay: which (me thought) succeeded well\nenough; forasmuch as, seeking to discover the falshood or uncertainty of\nthose propositions I examined, (not by weak conjectures, but by clear\nand certain ratiocinations) I met with none so doubtfull, but I thence\ndrew some conclusion certain enough, were it but onely this, That it\ncontained nothing that was certain.Sandra took the milk there.And as in pulling down an old house,\ncommonly those materials are reserved which may serve to build a new\none; so in destroying all those my opinions which I judg'd ill grounded,\nI made divers observations, and got severall experiences which served me\nsince to establish more certain ones.Mary discarded the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.And besides I continued to\nexercise my self in the Method I had prescribed.Daniel got the milk there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Daniel discarded the milk there.For I was not only carefull to direct all my thoughts in generall\naccording to its rules, but I from time to time reserv'd some houres,\nwhich I particularly employd to practice it in difficulties belonging to\nthe Mathematicks, loosening from all the principles of other Sciences,\nwhich I found not stable enough, as you may see I have done in divers\nexplain'd in my other following discourses.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Mary went back to the kitchen.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary moved to the office.And thus not living in\nappearance otherwise then those who having no other business then to\nlead a sweet and innocent life, study to separate pleasures from vices,\nand use honest recreations to enjoy their ease without wearinesse; I did\nnot forbear to pursue my design, and advance in the knowledg of truth,\nperhaps more, then if I had done nothing but read books or frequent\nlearned men.John moved to the bathroom.Yet these nine years were vanished, before I had engaged my self in\nthose difficulties which use to be disputed amongst the learned; or\nbegun to seek the grounds of any more certain Philosophy then the\nVulgar: And the example of divers excellent Men who formerly having had\nthe same designe, seem'd not to me to have succeeded therein, made me\nimagine so much difficulty, that I had not perhaps dar'd so quickly to\nhave undertaken it, had I not perceiv'd that some already had given it\nout that I had already accomplished it.Daniel got the milk there.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Daniel left the milk.Daniel picked up the milk there.I know not whereupon they\ngrounded this opinion, and if I have contributed any thing thereto by my\ndiscourse, it must have been by confessing more ingeniously what I was\nignorant of, then those are wont to do who have a little studyed, and\nperhaps also by comunicating those reasons, I had to doubt of many\nthings which others esteem'd most eminent, rather then that I bragg'd of\nany learning.Mary moved to the hallway.But having integrity enough, not to desire to be taken for\nwhat I was not, I thought that I ought to endeavour by all means to\nrender my self worthy of the reputation which was given me.Sandra went back to the office.And 'tis now\neight years since this desire made me resolve to estrange my self from\nall places where I might have any acquaintance, and so retire my self\nhither in a Country where the long continuance of the warre hath\nestablished such orders, that the Armies which are intertain'd there,\nseem to serve onely to make the inhabitants enjoy the fruits of peace\nwith so much the more security; and where amongst the croud of a great\npeople more active and solicitous for their own affaires, then curiousJohn journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel put down the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John went to the hallway.I Know not whether I ought to entertain you with the first Meditations\nwhich I had there, for they are so Metaphysicall and so little common,\nthat perhaps they will not be relished by all men: And yet that you may\njudge whether the foundations I have laid are firm enough, I find my\nself in a manner oblig'd to discourse them; I had long since observed\nthat as for manners, it was somtimes necessary to follow those opinions\nwhich we know to be very uncertain, as much as if they were indubitable,\nas is beforesaid: But because that then I desired onely to intend the\nsearch of truth, I thought I ought to doe the contrary, and reject as\nabsolutely false all wherein I could imagine the least doubt, to the end\nI might see if afterwards any thing might remain in my belief, not at\nall subject to doubt.John went back to the bathroom.Thus because our senses sometimes deceive us, I\nwould suppose that there was nothing which was such as they represented\nit to us.John grabbed the milk there.And because there are men who mistake themselves in reasoning,\neven in the most simple matters of Geometry, and make therein\nParalogismes, judging that I was as subject to fail as any other Man, I\nrejected as false all those reasons, which I had before taken for\nDemonstrations.Sandra went back to the office.And considering, that the same thoughts which we have\nwaking, may also happen to us sleeping, when as not any one of them is\ntrue.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.I resolv'd to faign, that all those things which ever entred into\nmy Minde, were no more true, then the illusions of my dreams.Sandra got the apple there.But\npresently after I observ'd, that whilst I would think that all was\nfalse, it must necessarily follow, that I who thought it, must be\nsomething.Sandra dropped the apple there.Hence to Tom Trice for the probate of the will and had it done to\nmy mind, which did give my father and me good content.John dropped the milk.Mary went back to the garden.From thence to my\nLady at the Wardrobe and thence to the Theatre, and saw the \"Antipodes,\"\nwherein there is much mirth, but no great matter else.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Sandra got the football there.Mary moved to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Bostock whom I met there (a clerk formerly of Mr.Mary grabbed the apple there.Phelps) to the Devil\ntavern, and there drank and so away.Sandra went back to the office.I to my uncle Fenner's, where my\nfather was with him at an alehouse, and so we three went by ourselves and\nsat talking a great while about a broker's daughter that he do propose for\na wife for Tom, with a great portion, but I fear it will not take, but he\nwill do what he can.Mary discarded the apple.So we broke up, and going through the street we met\nwith a mother and son, friends of my father's man, Ned's, who are angry", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went to the garden.We have news this morning of my uncle Thomas and\nhis son Thomas being gone into the country without giving notice thereof\nto anybody, which puts us to a stand, but I fear them not.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.At night at\nhome I found a letter from my Lord Sandwich, who is now very well again of\nhis feaver, but not yet gone from Alicante, where he lay sick, and was\ntwice let blood.This letter dated the 22nd July last, which puts me out\nof doubt of his being ill.In my coming home I called in at the Crane\ntavern at the Stocks by appointment, and there met and took leave of Mr.Fanshaw, who goes to-morrow and Captain Isham toward their voyage to\nPortugal.Here we drank a great deal of wine, I too much and Mr.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Fanshaw\ntill he could hardly go.This morning to the Wardrobe, and there took leave of my Lord\nHinchingbroke and his brother, and saw them go out by coach toward Rye in\ntheir way to France, whom God bless.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Then I was called up to my Lady's\nbedside, where we talked an hour about Mr.Edward Montagu's disposing of\nthe L5000 for my Lord's departure for Portugal, and our fears that he will\nnot do it to my Lord's honour, and less to his profit, which I am to\nenquire a little after.Hence to the office, and there sat till noon, and\nthen my wife and I by coach to my cozen, Thos.Pepys, the Executor, to\ndinner, where some ladies and my father and mother, where very merry, but\nmethinks he makes but poor dinners for such guests, though there was a\npoor venison pasty.Hence my wife and I to the Theatre, and there saw\n\"The Joviall Crew,\" where the King, Duke and Duchess, and Madame Palmer,\nwere; and my wife, to her great content, had a full sight of them all the\nwhile.Daniel went back to the hallway.Hence to my father's, and there staid to\ntalk a while and so by foot home by moonshine.Daniel picked up the football there.In my way and at home, my\nwife making a sad story to me of her brother Balty's a condition, and\nwould have me to do something for him, which I shall endeavour to do, but\nam afeard to meddle therein for fear I shall not be able to wipe my hands\nof him again, when I once concern myself for him.I went to bed, my wife\nall the while telling me his case with tears, which troubled me.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.At home all the morning setting papers in order.At noon to the\nExchange, and there met with Dr.Williams by appointment, and with him\nwent up and down to look for an attorney, a friend of his, to advise with\nabout our bond of my aunt Pepys of L200, and he tells me absolutely that\nwe shall not be forced to pay interest for the money yet.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.I spent the", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the garden.Sandra got the football there.This day I counterfeited a letter to Sir W. Pen, as from the thief that\nstole his tankard lately, only to abuse and laugh at him.Mary picked up the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.John went back to the garden.At the office all the morning, and at noon my father, mother, and\nmy aunt Bell (the first time that ever she was at my house) come to dine\nwith me, and were very merry.John picked up the apple there.John put down the apple.After dinner the two women went to visit my\naunt Wight, &c., and my father about other business, and I abroad to my\nbookseller, and there staid till four o'clock, at which time by\nappointment I went to meet my father at my uncle Fenner's.So thither I\nwent and with him to an alehouse, and there came Mr.Sandra left the football.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.Evans, the taylor,\nwhose daughter we have had a mind to get for a wife for Tom, and then my\nfather, and there we sat a good while and talked about the business; in\nfine he told us that he hath not to except against us or our motion, but\nthat the estate that God hath blessed him with is too great to give where\nthere is nothing in present possession but a trade and house; and so we\nfriendly ended.There parted, my father and I together, and walked a\nlittle way, and then at Holborn he and I took leave of one another, he\nbeing to go to Brampton (to settle things against my mother comes)\ntomorrow morning.At noon my wife and I met at the Wardrobe, and there dined with the\nchildren, and after dinner up to my Lady's bedside, and talked and laughed\na good while.Then my wife end I to Drury Lane to the French comedy,\nwhich was so ill done, and the scenes and company and every thing else so\nnasty and out of order and poor, that I was sick all the while in my mind\nto be there.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the office.Sandra discarded the football.Here my wife met with a son of my Lord Somersett, whom she\nknew in France, a pretty man; I showed him no great countenance, to avoyd\nfurther acquaintance.Daniel moved to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the office.That done, there being nothing pleasant but the\nfoolery of the farce, we went home.Sandra picked up the football there.Daniel went back to the hallway.Sandra discarded the football.The varieties are here all shewn, because I have not\nhitherto decided which is the preferable instrument.Mary took the football there.10, 11, 12, and 13, represent another mode of arranging the\ndifferent natures of ammunition, which is hitherto merely a matter of\nspeculation, but which may in certain parts of the system be hereafter\nfound a considerable improvement.John went back to the bedroom.It is the carrying the Rocket, or\nprojectileMary went to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "11, 12, and 13, are respectively\na shell, case shot, or carcass, which may be immediately fixed to the\nRocket by a screw, according as either the one or the other nature is\nrequired at the time.Sandra travelled to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.A greater variety of ammunition might thus be\ncarried for particular services, with a less burthen altogether.14 and 15 represent the light ball or floating carcass Rocket.John moved to the office.Mary moved to the office.This is supposed to be a 42-pounder Rocket, containing in its head, as\nin Fig.Mary picked up the milk there.Mary took the apple there.John went back to the garden.12, a parachute with a light ball or carcass attached to it by\na slight chain.Daniel took the football there.Mary went back to the kitchen.This Rocket being fired nearly perpendicularly into the\nair, the head is burst off at its greatest altitude, by a very small\nexplosion, which, though it ignites the light ball, does not injure the\nparachute; but by liberating it from the Rocket, leaves it suspended\nin the air, as Fig.Daniel put down the football there.John picked up the football there.Mary journeyed to the office.13, in which situation, as a light ball, it will\ncontinue to give a very brilliant light, illuminating the atmosphere\nfor nearly ten minutes; or as a carcass, in a tolerable breeze, will\nfloat in the air, and convey the fire for several miles, unperceived\nand unconsumed, if only the match of the carcass be ignited at the\ndisengagement of the parachute.Mary travelled to the bedroom.John put down the football.It should be observed that, with due care, the Rocket ammunition is\nnot only the most secure, but the most durable that can be: every\nRocket is, in fact, a charge of powder hermetically sealed in a metal\ncase, impervious either to the ordinary accidents by fire, or damage\nfrom humidity.Daniel journeyed to the office.John picked up the football there.I have used Rockets that had been three years on board\nof ship, without any apparent loss of power; and when after a certain\nperiod, which, from my present experience, I cannot estimate at less\nthan eight or ten years, their force shall have so far suffered as to\nrender them unserviceable, they may again be regenerated, at the mere\nexpense of boring out the composition and re-driving it: the stick,\ncase, &c. that is to say, all the principal parts, being as serviceable\nas ever.Mary travelled to the office.[Illustration: _Plate 13_ Figs.John put down the football there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John grabbed the football there.she exclaimed with a little ripple of childish laughter,\n\"do you remember how absurdly poor we were when we were first married,\nand how you refused to take any help from your family?Daniel went back to the bedroom.John went back to the bathroom.John discarded the football.And do you\nremember that silly old pair of black trousers that used to get so thin\non the knees and how ISandra went to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel took the apple there.By this time her arm managed to get around his\nneck.shrieked Alfred as though mortal man could endure no more.John moved to the office.\"You've used those trousers to settle every crisis in our lives.\"Zoie gazed at him without daring to breathe; even she was aghast at his\nfury, but only temporarily.She recovered herself and continued sweetly:\n\n\"If everything is SETTLED,\" she argued, \"where's the harm in talking?\"John moved to the bedroom.\"We've DONE with talking,\" declared Alfred.And determined not to be cheated out of this final decision, he again\nstarted for the hall door.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the garden.cried Zoie in a tone of sharp alarm.In spite of himself Alfred turned to learn the cause of her anxiety.Mary took the milk there.\"You haven't got your overshoes on,\" she said.Speechless with rage, Alfred continued on his way, but Zoie moved before\nhim swiftly.Mary put down the milk.\"I'll get them for you, dear,\" she volunteered graciously.\"I wish you wouldn't roar like that,\" pouted Zoie, and the pink tips of\nher fingers were thrust tight against her ears.Mary went to the garden.Alfred drew in his breath and endeavoured for the last time to repress\nhis indignation.Sandra grabbed the football there.John journeyed to the garden.\"Either you can't, or you won't understand that it is\nextremely unpleasant for me to even talk to you--much less to receive\nyour attentions.\"Sandra went to the hallway.\"Very likely,\" answered Zoie, unperturbed.\"But so long as I am your\nlawful wedded wife----\" she emphasised the \"lawful\"--\"I shan't let any\nharm come to you, if _I_ can help it.\"She lifted her eyes to heaven\nbidding it to bear witness to her martyrdom and looking for all the\nworld like a stained glass saint.shouted Alfred, almost hysterical at his apparent failure to\nmake himself understood.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra discarded the football.\"You wouldn't let any harm come to me.You've only made me the greatest joke in Chicago,\" he shouted.Daniel moved to the kitchen.\"You've\nonly made me such a laughing stock that I have to leave it.John travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the garden.Then regaining her\nself-composure, she edged her way close to him and looked up into his\neyes in baby-like wonderment.\"Why, Allie, where are we going?\"Daniel put down the apple.Daniel took the apple there.Her\nsmall arm crept up toward his shoulder.Alfred pushed it from him\nrudely.Daniel discarded the apple there.\"WE are not going,\" he asserted in a firm, measured voice.Sandra grabbed the football there.And again he started in search of his absent\nheadgear.Mary picked up the apple there.she exclaimed, and this time there was genuine alarm in her\nvoice, \"you wouldn't leave me?\"Sandra dropped the football there.Before he knew it, Zo", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"Now see here, Allie, you may call me all the names you like,\" she cried\nwith great self-abasement, \"but you shan't--you SHAN'T go away from\nChicago.\"Mary moved to the hallway.answered Alfred as he shook himself free of her.\"I\nsuppose you'd like me to go on with this cat and dog existence.Daniel took the milk there.You'd\nlike me to stay right here and pay the bills and take care of you, while\nyou flirt with every Tom, Dick and Harry in town.\"\"It's only your horrid disposition that makes you talk like that,\"\nwhimpered Zoie.\"You know very well that I never cared for anybody but\nyou.\"\"Until you GOT me, yes,\" assented Alfred, \"and NOW you care for\neverybody BUT me.\"She was about to object, but he continued quickly.\"Where you MEET your gentlemen friends is beyond me.Sandra grabbed the apple there._I_ don't introduce\nthem to you.\"\"I should say not,\" agreed Zoie, and there was a touch of vindictiveness\nin her voice.\"The only male creature that you ever introduced to me was\nthe family dog.\"Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"I introduce every man who's fit to meet you,\" declared Alfred with an\nair of great pride.\"That doesn't speak very well for your acquaintances,\" snipped Zoie.\"I won't bicker like this,\" declared Alfred.\"That's what you always say, when you can't think of an answer,\"\nretorted Zoie.\"You mean when I'm tired of answering your nonsense!\"CHAPTER IX\n\nRealising that she was rapidly losing ground by exercising her advantage\nover Alfred in the matter of quick retort, Zoie, with her customary\ncunning, veered round to a more conciliatory tone.\"Well,\" she cooed,\n\"suppose I DID eat lunch with a man?\"shrieked Alfred, as though he had at last run his victim to earth.\"I only said suppose,\" she\nreminded him quickly.Then she continued in a tone meant to draw from\nhim his heart's most secret confidence.\"Didn't you ever eat lunch with\nany woman but me?\"There was an unmistakable expression of pleasure on Zoie's small face,\nbut she forced back the smile that was trying to creep round her lips,\nand sidled toward Alfred, with eyes properly downcast.\"Then I'm very\nsorry I did it,\" she said solemnly, \"and I'll never do it again.\"\"Just to please you, dear,\" explained Zoie sweetly, as though she were\ndoing him the greatest possible favour.AN ASTRONOMER\u2019S WIFE\n\n\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n[Illustration: ANGELINE HALL IN MATURE LIFE]\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                          AN ASTRONOMER\u2019S WIFE\n\n                     THE BIOGRAPHY OF ANGELINE HALL", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                            _TO MY DAUGHTER\n                                 PEGGY_\n\n\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                               CONTENTS.John journeyed to the kitchen.John grabbed the apple there.-------\n\n                                                          PAGE\n            PROLOGUE                                        11\n          CHAPTER I. A GRAND-DAUGHTER OF THE REVOLUTION     13\n                 II.THE FATHERLESS CHILD                   20\n                III.LADY ANGELINE                          24\n                 IV.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.TEACHING SCHOOL                        30\n                  V. THE NEXT STEP                          33\n                 VI.Mary took the football there.John journeyed to the bathroom.COLLEGE DAYS                           38\n                VII.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the office.COLLEGE PRODUCTIONS                    47\n               VIII.ASAPH HALL, CARPENTER                  54\n                 IX.Mary moved to the garden.Daniel went to the garden.COURTSHIP AND MARRIAGE   John put down the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the garden.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra went to the hallway.STRENUOUS TIMES                        70\n                XII.Mary got the football there.LOVE IN A COTTAGE                      80\n               XIII.John picked up the apple there.WASHINGTON AND THE CIVIL WAR           86\n                XIV.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John moved to the kitchen.Mary left the milk.THE GAY STREET HOME                    96\n                 XV.Mary put down the football.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel went to the hallway.AN AMERICAN WOMAN                     104\n                XVI.Mary moved to the kitchen.John discarded the apple.John grabbed the apple there.A BUNDLE OF LETTERS                   116\n               XVII.AUGUSTA LARNED\u2019S TRIBUTE              127\n            EPILOGUE                                       130\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                             ILLUSTRATIONS.John moved to the hallway.-------\n\n          ANGELINE HALL IN MATURE   FRONTISPIECE\n          LIFE\n\n          AN OLD DAGUERREOTYPE      OPPOSITE CHAPTER V\n\n          THE GAY STREET HOME       OPPOSITE CHAPTER XIV\n\n          PHOTOGRAPH OF 1878        OPPOSITE CHAPTER XV\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                               PROLOGUE.Mary went to the office.John put down the apple.John got the apple there.Daniel went to the bathroom._Dear Peggy_: As I tell you this story of the noble grandmother whoJohn dropped the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen._Secondly._ While your grandmother was not the most wonderful woman that\never lived, she was a typical American.Her story possesses the charm\nand fascination of a romance, for she was a daughter of the\npioneers\u2014those ill-fed and ill-clothed people who, in spite of their\nshortcomings, intellectual, moral, and physical, have been the most\nforceful race in history.Daniel went to the kitchen._Thirdly._ This story vindicates the higher education of women.Your\ngrandmother, dear Peggy, was a Bachelor of Arts.Now it is maintained in\nsome quarters that women become bachelors so as to avoid having\nchildren.Mary got the milk there.But your grandmother had four sons, every one of whom she sent\nthrough Harvard College._Finally._ This story will demonstrate conclusively that college-bred\nwomen should not marry young men who earn less than three hundred\ndollars a year.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Mary went to the hallway.When you marry, dear Peggy, insist that your husband\nshall earn at least a dollar a day.This precept will bar out the\nEuropean nobility, but will put a premium on American nobility.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Signed and sealed this 1st day of November, in the year of our Lord\n1908, at Annapolis, Anne Arundel County, Maryland.John journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.[Illustration:\n1755 SONS OF MARS 1775\n\nThe Halls of Goshen\n\nQui transtulit sustinet.Mary got the apple there.MOONS OF MARS 1877]\n\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                               CHAPTER I.John went to the bathroom.\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\n                  A GRAND-DAUGHTER OF THE REVOLUTION.One fine winter morning a little more than a hundred years ago the sun\npeeped into the snow-clad valley of the Connecticut, and smiled\ncordially upon the snug homes of the sons and daughters of the American\nRevolution.Smoke curled up\nfrom every chimney in Ellington.Daniel moved to the hallway.Mary discarded the apple.Pans of new milk stood on the pantry shelves, breakfast was over, and\nthe family was gathered about the fireside to worship God and to render\nHim thanks for peace and plenty.At Elisha Cook\u2019s, on this particular winter morning, the simple Puritan\nrites were especially earnest.Mary put down the milk.The mother had gathered the children into\nher arms, and the light of high resolve lit up her face; for this day\nthe family was to begin a long, hard journey westward\u2014away from the town\nof Ellington, away from Tolland County, away from Connecticut and New\nEngland, beyond the Dutch settlements of New York State to Lake Ontario\nand the Black River Country!Daniel grabbed the apple there.I will not attempt to describe that journey in January, 1806.Suffice it\nto say that E", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "With axe and plough, hammer and saw, spinning-wheel and\nloom, they went forth to enlarge the Kingdom of God.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.There was no Erie\nCanal in those early days.Daniel journeyed to the garden.The red men had hardly quitted the unbroken\nforests.Mary went back to the kitchen.Not many years had passed since Fort Stanwix resounded with the\nwarwhoops of St.Indeed, Huldah Cook herself\u2014she was\nHuldah Pratt then, a little girl of ten years\u2014had been in Albany when\nBurgoyne surrendered.Daniel went back to the office.No doubt as the emigrants entered the Mohawk Valley, little Electa Cook\nheard from her mother\u2019s lips something about Arnold and Morgan and their\nvictorious soldiers.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Job received twice as much as he had before, and his latter\nend was blessed more than his beginning.John moved to the hallway.In the chronicles of actual\nhistory men fare not so.There is a terribly logical finish about some\nof the dealings of fate, and in life the working of a curse is seldom\nstayed by any dramatic necessity for a smooth consummation.Daniel grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the kitchen.No statement of\nthe case is adequate which maintains, by ever so delicate an\nimplication, that in the long run and somehow it is well in temporal\nthings with the just, and ill with the unjust.Daniel discarded the football.John went to the bathroom.Daniel took the football there.Until we have firmly\nlooked in the face the grim truth that temporal rewards and punishments\ndo not follow the possession or the want of spiritual or moral virtue,\nso long we are still ignorant what that enigma is, which speculative\nmen, from the author of the book of Job downwards, have striven to\nresolve.John travelled to the kitchen.We can readily imagine the fulness with which the question\nwould grow up in the mind of a royalist and Catholic exile at the end of\nthe eighteenth century.Mary travelled to the office.Nothing can be more clearly put than De Maistre's answers to the\nquestion which the circumstances of the time placed before him to solve.John travelled to the hallway.John went back to the office.What is the law of the distribution of good and evil fortune in this\nlife?Do prosperity and adversity fall respectively\nto the just and the unjust, either individually or collectively?Has the\nancient covenant been faithfully kept, that whoso hearkens diligently to\nthe divine voice, and observes all the commandments to do them, shall be\nblessed in his basket and his store and in all the work of his hand?Or\nis God a God that hideth himself?De Maistre perceived that the optimistic conception of the deity as\nbenign, merciful, infinitely forgiving, was very far indeed from\ncovering the facts.So he insisted on seeing in human destiny the\never-present hand of a stern and terrible judge, administering a\nDraconian code with blind and pitiless severity.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.God created men under\nconditions which left them free to choose between good and evil.Daniel got the milk there.All theDaniel discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John took the football there.For\nthese physical calamities God is only responsible in the way in which a\ncriminal judge is responsible for a hanging.John put down the football.Men cannot blame the judge\nfor the gallows; the fault is their own in committing those offences for\nwhich hanging is prescribed beforehand as the penalty.These curses\nwhich dominate human life are not the result of the cruelty of the\ndivine ruler, but of the folly and wickedness of mankind, who, seeing\nthe better course, yet deliberately choose the worse.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the office.The order of the\nworld is overthrown by the iniquities of men; it is we who have provoked\nthe exercise of the divine justice, and called down the tokens of his\nvengeance.The misery and disaster that surround us like a cloak are the\npenalty of our crimes and the price of our expiation.Thomas has said: _Deus est auctor mali quod est poena, non autem mali\nquod est culpa._ There is a certain quantity of wrong done over the face\nof the world; therefore the great Judge exacts a proportionate quantity\nof punishment.Mary journeyed to the hallway.The total amount of evil suffered makes nice equation\nwith the total amount of evil done; the extent of human suffering\ntallies precisely with the extent of human guilt.John moved to the bathroom.Of course you must\ntake original sin into account, 'which explains all, and without which\nyou can explain nothing.'John travelled to the bedroom.'In virtue of this primitive degradation we\nare subject to all sorts of physical sufferings _in general_; just as in\nvirtue of this same degradation we are subject to all sorts of vices _in\ngeneral_.This original malady therefore [which is the correlative of\noriginal sin] has no other name.It is only the capacity of suffering\nall evils, as original sin is only the capacity of committing all\ncrimes.'[6] Hence all calamity is either the punishment of sins actually\ncommitted by the sufferers, or else it is the general penalty exacted\nfor general sinfulness.John got the football there.Sandra moved to the office.John grabbed the milk there.Sometimes an innocent being is stricken, and a\nguilty being appears to escape.But is it not the same in the\ntransactions of earthly tribunals?And yet we do not say that they are\nconducted without regard to justice and righteousness.'When God\npunishes any society for the crimes that it has committed, he does\njustice as we do justice ourselves in these sorts of circumstance.John left the football.A\ncity revolts; it massacres the representatives of the sovereign; it\nshuts its gates against him; it defends itself against his arms; it is\ntaken.John put down the milk.Mary went back to the bedroom.The prince has it dismantled and deprived of all its privileges;\nnobody will find fault with this decision on the ground that there are\ninnocent persons shut up in the city.'[7]\n\nDe Maistre's deity is thus a colossal Septembriseur, enthroned high in\nthe peaceful heavens, demanding ever-", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John moved to the bathroom.It is true, as a general rule of the human mind, that the objects which\nmen have worshipped have improved in morality and wisdom as men\nthemselves have improved.The quiet gods, without effort of their own,\nhave grown holier and purer by the agitations and toil which civilise\ntheir worshippers.In other words, the same influences which elevate and\nwiden our sense of human duty give corresponding height and nobleness to\nour ideas of the divine character.The history of the civilisation of\nthe earth is the history of the civilisation of Olympus also.It will be\nseen that the deity whom De Maistre sets up is below the moral level of\nthe time in respect of Punishment.Dalhousie was an English nobleman of the best type.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.He was instrumental in founding the Literary\nand Historical Society of Quebec; and he showed his desire for pleasant\nrelations between the two races in Canada by the erection of the joint\nmonument to Wolfe and Montcalm in the city of Quebec, in the governor's\ngarden.Mary moved to the office.Sandra moved to the garden.His administration, however, had been marred by one or two\nfinancial irregularities.John travelled to the garden.Owing to the refusal of the Assembly to vote\na permanent civil list, Dalhousie had been forced to expend public\nmoneys without authority from the legislature; and his\nreceiver-general, Caldwell, had been guilty of defalcations to the\namount of L100,000.Sandra went back to the hallway.Papineau attacked Dalhousie as if he had been\npersonally responsible for these defalcations.The speech, we are told\nby the chronicler Bibaud, recalled in its violence the {28} philippics\nof Demosthenes and the orations against Catiline of Cicero.Mary took the football there.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.The upshot of this attack was that all relations between Dalhousie and\nPapineau were broken off.Apart altogether from the political\ncontroversy, Dalhousie felt that he could have no intercourse with a\nman who had publicly insulted him.Mary went to the bedroom.Consequently, when Papineau was\nelected to the speakership of the Assembly in 1827, Dalhousie refused\nto recognize him as speaker; and when the Assembly refused to\nreconsider his election, Dalhousie promptly dissolved it.It would be tedious to describe in detail the political events of these\nyears; and it is enough to say that by 1827 affairs in the province had\ncome to such an impasse, partly owing to the financial quarrel, and\npartly owing to the personal war between Papineau and Dalhousie, that\nit was decided by the _Patriotes_ to send another deputation to England\nto ask for the redress of grievances and for the removal of Dalhousie.Daniel went to the garden.John travelled to the office.The members of the deputation were John Neilson and two French\nCanadians, Augustin Cuvillier and Denis B. Viger.Papineau was an\ninterested", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The deputation proved no less\nsuccessful than {29} that which had crossed the Atlantic in 1822.John got the milk there.The\ndelegates succeeded in obtaining Lord Dalhousie's recall, and they were\nenabled to place their case before a special committee of the House of\nCommons.John went back to the office.The committee made a report very favourable to the _Patriote_\ncause; recommended that 'the French-Canadians should not in any way be\ndisturbed in the exercise and enjoyment of their religion, their laws,\nor their privileges'; and expressed the opinion that 'the true\ninterests of the provinces would be best promoted by placing the\ncollection and expenditure of all public revenues under the control of\nthe House of Assembly.'The report was not actually adopted by the\nHouse of Commons, but it lent a very welcome support to the contentions\nof Papineau and his friends.At last, in 1830, the British government made a serious and well-meant\nattempt to settle, once and for all, the financial difficulty.Lord\nGoderich, who was at that time at the Colonial Office, instructed Lord\nAylmer, who had become governor of Canada in 1830, to resign to the\nAssembly the control of the entire revenue of the province, with the\nsingle exception of the casual and territorial revenue of the Crown, if\nthe Assembly would grant {30} in exchange a civil list of L19,000,\nvoted for the lifetime of the king.This offer was a compromise which\nshould have proved acceptable to both sides.Sandra grabbed the football there.John left the milk.But Papineau and his\nfriends determined not to yield an inch of ground; and in the session\nof 1831 they succeeded in defeating the motion for the adoption of Lord\nGoderich's proposal.That this was a mistake even the historian\nGarneau, who cannot be accused of hostility toward the _Patriotes_, has\nadmitted.Throughout this period Papineau's course was often unreasonable.He\ncomplained that the French Canadians had no voice in the executive\ngovernment, and that all the government offices were given to the\nEnglish; yet when he was offered a seat in the Executive Council in\n1822 he declined it; and when Dominique Mondelet, one of the members of\nthe Assembly, accepted a seat in the Executive Council in 1832, he was\nhounded from the Assembly by Papineau and his friends as a traitor.As\nSir George Cartier pointed out many years later, Mondelet's inclusion\nin the Executive Council was really a step in the direction of\nresponsible government.It is difficult, also, to approve Papineau's\nattitude toward such governors as Dalhousie and {31} Aylmer, both of\nwhom were disposed to be friendly.Papineau's attitude threw them into\nthe arms of the 'Chateau Clique.'The truth is that Papineau was too\nunbending, too _intransigeant_, to make a good political leader.As\nwas seen clearly in his attitude toward the financial proposals of Lord\nGoderich in 1830, he possessed none of that spirit of compromise which\nlies at the heart of English constitutional development.On the other hand, it", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John got the football there.John left the football.The attitude of the governing class toward\nthem was overbearing and sometimes insolent.Daniel went back to the bathroom.They were regarded as\nmembers of an inferior race.Mary went back to the bathroom.And they would have been hardly human if\nthey had not bitterly resented the conspiracy against their liberties\nembodied in the abortive Union Bill of 1822.There were real abuses to\nbe remedied.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel got the apple there.Grave financial irregularities had been detected in the\nexecutive government; sinecurists, living in England, drew pay for\nservices which they did not perform; gross favouritism existed in\nappointments to office under the Crown; and so many office-holders held\nseats in the Legislative Council that the Council was actually under\nthe thumb of {32} the executive government.John got the football there.John left the football.Yet when the Assembly\nstrove to remedy these grievances, its efforts were repeatedly blocked\nby the Legislative Council; and even when appeal was made to the\nColonial Office, removal of the abuses was slow in coming.'I think we should try to\ncultivate a little more respect of our own families and to concern\nourselves a little less about \"Royal\" Families.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John moved to the bathroom.I fail to see any\nreason why we should worry ourselves about those people; they're all\nright--they have all they need, and as far as I am aware, nobody wishes\nto harm them and they are well able to look after themselves.They will\nfare the same as the other rich people.'John went to the office.Mary took the milk there.'I should like to ask,' said Harlow, 'wot's to become of all the gold\nand silver and copper money?John journeyed to the garden.Wouldn't it be of no use at all?'Sandra went to the garden.'It would be of far more use under Socialism than it is at present.The\nState would of course become possessed of a large quantity of it in the\nearly stages of the development of the Socialist system, because--at\nfirst--while the State would be paying all its officers and productive\nworkers in paper, the rest of the community--those not in State\nemploy--would be paying their taxes in gold as at present.Daniel grabbed the football there.All\ntravellers on the State railways--other than State employees--would pay\ntheir fares in metal money, and gold and silver would pour into the\nState Treasury from many other sources.Mary discarded the milk.The State would receive gold\nand silver and--for the most part--pay out paper.By the time the\nsystem of State employment was fully established, gold and silver would\nonly be of value as metal and the State would purchase it from whoever\npossessed and wished to sell it--at so much per pound as raw material:\ninstead of hiding it away in the vaults of banks, or locking it up in\niron safes, we shall make use of it.Some of the gold will be\nmanufactured into articles of jewellery, to be sold for paper money and\nworn by the sweethearts and wives and daughters of the workers; some of", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the kitchen.As for the silver,\nit will be made into various articles of utility for domestic use.The\nworkers will not then, as now, have to eat their food with poisonous\nlead or brass spoons and forks, we shall have these things of silver\nand if there is not enough silver we shall probably have a\nnon-poisonous alloy of that metal.'Daniel travelled to the office.'As far as I can make out,' said Harlow, 'the paper money will be just\nas valuable as gold and silver is now.Sandra moved to the kitchen.Well, wot's to prevent artful\ndodgers like old Misery and Rushton saving it up and buying and selling\nthings with it, and so livin' without work?'Sandra got the milk there.John moved to the bedroom.'Of course,' said Crass, scornfully.'That's a very simple matter; any man who lives without doing any\nuseful work is living on the labour of others, he is robbing others of\npart of the result of their labour.The object of Socialism is to stop\nthis robbery, to make it impossible.Mary went back to the kitchen.So no one will be able to hoard\nup or accumulate the paper money because it will be dated, and will\nbecome worthless if it is not spent within a certain time after its\nissue.Sandra put down the milk.As for buying and selling for profit--from whom would they buy?'Well, they might buy some of the things the workers didn't want, for\nless than the workers paid for them, and then they could sell 'em\nagain.'Mary took the milk there.'They'd have to sell them for less than the price charged at the\nNational Stores, and if you think about it a little you'll see that it\nwould not be very profitable.It would be with the object of\npreventing any attempts at private trading that the Administration\nwould refuse to pay compensation to private owners in a lump sum.All\nsuch compensations would be paid, as I said, in the form of a pension\nof so much per year.John travelled to the bathroom.John went back to the hallway.'Another very effective way to prevent private trading would be to make\nit a criminal offence against the well-being of the community.At\npresent many forms of business are illegal unless you take out a\nlicence; under Socialism no one would be allowed to trade without a\nlicence, and no licences would be issued.''Wouldn't a man be allowed to save up his money if he wanted to,\ndemanded Slyme with indignation.Daniel went back to the kitchen.'There will be nothing to prevent a man going without some of the\nthings he might have if he is foolish enough to do so, but he would\nnever be able to save up enough to avoid doing his share of useful\nservice.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went back to the hallway.Besides, what need would there be for anyone to save?Mary left the milk there.One's\nold age would be provided for.If one was ill the State hospitals and Medical Service would be free.John moved to the garden.As for one's children, they would attend the State Free Schools and\nDaniel moved to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Can you tell us why anyone would need or wish to\nsave?'Mary moved to the office.Sandra journeyed to the office.Mary went to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the kitchen.'While we are speaking of money,' added Barrington, 'I should like to\nremind you that even under the present system there are many things\nwhich cost money to maintain, that we enjoy without having to pay for\ndirectly.Sandra went to the office.Daniel travelled to the office.The public roads and pavements cost money to make and\nmaintain and light.Daniel went to the kitchen.Under a Socialist Administration this principle will\nbe extended--in addition to the free services we enjoy now we shall\nthen maintain the trains and railways for the use of the public, free.Mary went back to the bedroom.And as time goes on, this method of doing business will be adopted in\nmany other directions.'Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.'I've read somewhere,' said Harlow, 'that whenever a Government in any\ncountry has started issuing paper money it has always led to\nbankruptcy.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the garden.Mary picked up the apple there.How do you know that the same thing would not happen under\na Socialist Administration?'Mary discarded the apple.''Ear, 'ear,' said Crass.John moved to the garden.'I was just goin' to say the same thing.'Mary went back to the hallway.When engaged in the last-named capacity he usually wears\nleathern gloves to protect his fingers, as they are otherwise apt to\nbecome ill fit for the more delicate treatment of the organ.John journeyed to the hallway.John travelled to the bathroom.The want of a contrivance in the _carillon_ for stopping the vibration\nhas the effect of making rapid passages, if heard near, sound as a\nconfused noise; only at some distance are they tolerable.It must be\nremembered that the _carillon_ is intended especially to be heard from\na distance.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Successions of tones which form a consonant chord, and\nwhich have some duration, are evidently the most suitable for this\ninstrument.John picked up the milk there.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John moved to the office.Indeed, every musical instrument possesses certain characteristics\nwhich render it especially suitable for the production of some\nparticular effects.The invention of a new instrument of music has,\ntherefore, not unfrequently led to the adoption of new effects in\ncompositions.Take the pianoforte, which was invented in the beginning\nof the eighteenth century, and which has now obtained so great a\npopularity: its characteristics inspired our great composers to the\ninvention of effects, or expressions, which cannot be properly rendered\non any other instrument, however superior in some respects it may be to\nthe pianoforte.Thus also the improvements which have been made during\nthe present century in the construction of our brass instruments, and\nthe invention of several new brass instruments, have evidently been\nnot without influence upon the conceptions displayedSandra travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Imperfect though this essay may be it will probably have convinced\nthe reader that a reference to the history of the music of different\nnations elucidates many facts illustrative of our own musical\ninstruments, which to the unprepared observer must appear misty and\nimpenetrable.In truth, it is with this study as with any other\nscientific pursuit.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.The unassisted eye sees only faint nebul\u00e6 where\nwith the aid of the telescope bright stars are revealed.Pore old Bill don't know 'is own\nstrength.The best thing you can do, old pal, is to go as far away as\nyou can, at once.\"\"I shouldn't wait a minnit if it was me,\" ses old Sam.Bill groaned and hid 'is face in his 'ands, and then Peter Russet went\nand spoilt things by saying that the safest place for a murderer to 'ide\nin was London.Daniel picked up the football there.Bill gave a dreadful groan when 'e said murderer, but 'e\nup and agreed with Peter, and all Sam and Ginger Dick could do wouldn't\nmake 'im alter his mind.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.He said that he would shave off 'is beard and\nmoustache, and when night came 'e would creep out and take a lodging\nsomewhere right the other end of London.\"It'll soon be dark,\" ses Ginger, \"and your own brother wouldn't know you\nnow, Bill.Daniel dropped the football.\"Nobody must know that, mate,\" he ses.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.\"I must go\ninto hiding for as long as I can--as long as my money lasts; I've only\ngot six pounds left.\"Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"That'll last a long time if you're careful,\" ses Ginger.Sandra grabbed the football there.\"I want a lot more,\" ses Bill.\"I want you to take this silver ring as a\nkeepsake, Ginger.If I 'ad another six pounds or so I should feel much\nsafer.John travelled to the office.'Ow much 'ave you got, Ginger?\"\"Not much,\" ses Ginger, shaking his 'ead.\"Lend it to me, mate,\" ses Bill, stretching out his 'and.Ah, I wish I was you; I'd be as 'appy as 'appy if I\nhadn't got a penny.\"\"I'm very sorry, Bill,\" ses Ginger, trying to smile, \"but I've already\npromised to lend it to a man wot we met this evening.A promise is a\npromise, else I'd lend it to you with pleasure.\"Sandra discarded the football.\"Would you let me be 'ung for the sake of a few pounds, Ginger?\"Mary went back to the hallway.ses\nBill, looking at 'im reproach-fully.Daniel went to the hallway.\"I'm a desprit man, Ginger, and I\nmust 'ave that money.\"Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Afore pore Ginger could move he suddenly clapped 'is hand over 'is mouth\nand flung 'im on the bed.Ginger was like a child in 'is hands, although\nhe struggled like", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"I'm very sorry, Ginger,\" ses Bill, as 'e took a little over eight pounds\nout of Ginger's pocket.Daniel picked up the apple there.\"I'll pay you back one o' these days, if I can.If you'd got a rope round your neck same as I 'ave you'd do the same as\nI've done.\"He lifted up the bedclothes and put Ginger inside and tucked 'im up.Ginger's face was red with passion and 'is eyes starting out of his 'ead.\"Eight and six is fifteen,\" ses Bill, and just then he 'eard somebody\ncoming up the stairs.Daniel dropped the apple.John moved to the bedroom.Ginger 'eard it, too, and as Peter Russet came\ninto the room 'e tried all 'e could to attract 'is attention by rolling\n'is 'ead from side to side.\"Why, 'as Ginger gone to bed?\"\"He's all right,\" ses Bill; \"just a bit of a 'eadache.\"Peter stood staring at the bed, and then 'e pulled the clothes off and\nsaw pore Ginger all tied up, and making awful eyes at 'im to undo him.\"I 'ad to do it, Peter,\" ses Bill.\"I wanted some more money to escape\nwith, and 'e wouldn't lend it to me.I 'aven't got as much as I want\nnow.You just came in in the nick of time.Another minute and you'd ha'\nmissed me.John grabbed the apple there.Daniel went to the hallway.\"Ah, I wish I could lend you some, Bill,\" ses Peter Russet, turning pale,\n\"but I've 'ad my pocket picked; that's wot I came back for, to get some\nfrom Ginger.\"\"You see 'ow it is, Bill,\" ses Peter, edging back toward the door; \"three\nmen laid 'old of me and took every farthing I'd got.\"Sandra grabbed the football there.\"Well, I can't rob you, then,\" ses Bill, catching 'old of 'im.\"Whoever's money this is,\" he ses, pulling a handful out o' Peter's\npocket, \"it can't be yours.Now, if you make another sound I'll knock\nyour 'ead off afore I tie you up.\"\"Don't tie me up, Bill,\" ses Peter, struggling.\"I can't trust you,\" ses Bill, dragging 'im over to the washstand and\ntaking up the other towel; \"turn round.\"Peter was a much easier job than Ginger Dick, and arter Bill 'ad done 'im\n'e put 'im in alongside o' Ginger and covered 'em up, arter first tying\nboth the gags round with some string to prevent 'em slipping.Sandra went back to the kitchen.John left the apple.\"Mind, I've only borrowed it,\" he ses, standing by the side o' the bed;\n\"but I must say, mates, I'm disappointed in both of you.Sandra dropped the football.If either of\nyou 'ad 'ad the misfortune wot I've 'ad, I'd have sold the clothes off my\nback to 'Mary journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.And I wouldn't 'ave waited to be asked neither.\"He stood there for a minute very sorrowful, and then 'e patted both their\n'eads and went downstairs.Ginger and Peter lay listening for a bit, and\nthen they turned their pore bound-up faces to each other and tried to\ntalk with their eyes.Then Ginger began to wriggle and try and twist the cords off, but 'e\nmight as well 'ave tried to wriggle out of 'is skin.The worst of it was\nthey couldn't make known their intentions to each other, and when Peter\nRusset leaned over 'im and tried to work 'is gag off by rubbing it up\nagin 'is nose, Ginger pretty near went crazy with temper.Daniel grabbed the football there.He banged\nPeter with his 'ead, and Peter banged back, and they kept it up till\nthey'd both got splitting 'eadaches, and at last they gave up in despair\nand lay in the darkness waiting for Sam.Mary journeyed to the garden.And all this time Sam was sitting in the Red Lion, waiting for them.Daniel dropped the football.He\nsat there quite patient till twelve o'clock and then walked slowly 'ome,\nwondering wot 'ad happened and whether Bill had gone.Sandra moved to the office.Ginger was the fust to 'ear 'is foot on the stairs, and as he came into\nthe room, in the darkness, him an' Peter Russet started shaking their bed\nin a way that scared old Sam nearly to death.Daniel grabbed the football there.He thought it was Bill\ncarrying on agin, and 'e was out o' that door and 'arf-way downstairs\nafore he stopped to take breath.Daniel travelled to the office.He stood there trembling for about ten\nminutes, and then, as nothing 'appened, he walked slowly upstairs agin on\ntiptoe, and as soon as they heard the door creak Peter and Ginger made\nthat bed do everything but speak.ses old Sam, in a shaky voice, and standing ready\nto dash downstairs agin.There was no answer except for the bed, and Sam didn't know whether Bill\nwas dying or whether 'e 'ad got delirium trimmings.John went to the garden.John grabbed the apple there.They certainly could not have made their escape, for the fastenings\nwere all as he had left them.The means of striking fire were at hand, and a lamp was soon lighted.He searched the cave, but could discover no trace of the missing ones.John discarded the apple.A strange horror came over him, such as he had never felt before.Mary took the apple there.Mary went back to the kitchen.The stillness oppressed him; no living enemy could have inspired him\nwith the fear he now felt from being alone in this gloomy cavern.\"I must leave this place,\" he said, \"I would rather be in prison than\nhere.\"Again he took up the lamp, and went round the cave, but more this time\nin hopes of finding some weapon to defend himself with, in case he\nshould be attacked, than with the hope of discovering the manner in\nwhich those he had left there had contrived to make", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.It had been his custom, lately, on leaving the cavern, to take his\nweapons with him, not knowing what use might be made of them by the\nwomen under the provocation, to which they were sometimes subjected.Sandra went to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Mary got the football there.Mary dropped the football.John went to the hallway.The only weapon he could find was a large dagger.This he secured, and\nwas preparing to leave the cavern, when he thought he saw something\nmoving in one corner.John moved to the bedroom.In order to make sure that he had not been mistaken, he approached the\nplace.It was a corner where a quantity of skins had been thrown, and which\nit had not been convenient for him to remove, when he left the cavern.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the office.Thinking that one of these skins might be of service to him in the\nlife he would be obliged to live for some time, he commenced sorting\nthem over, for the purpose of finding one that would answer his\npurpose, when a figure suddenly sprang up from the pile.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.It would be hard to tell which of the two was the more frightened.Daniel picked up the football there.Daniel dropped the football.Sandra went to the bathroom.Mary travelled to the office.\"Dat you, massa,\" at length exclaimed the familiar voice of Black\nBill.Daniel grabbed the football there.\"I tought it was de debil come back agin to carry me off.\"Sandra moved to the hallway.Mary moved to the bedroom.said Flint, greatly relieved, and glad to\nfind some one who could explain the strange disappearance of Hellena\nand Lightfoot.Mary went back to the hallway.John went to the office.Sandra went back to the kitchen.he asked; \"where's the white girl and the\nIndian woman?\"Daniel went back to the hallway.John journeyed to the kitchen.Mary went to the garden.\"Debble carry dim off,\" said Bill.Mary picked up the milk there.\"What do you mean, you black fool?\"Daniel went back to the garden.said his master; \"if you don't\ntell me where they've gone, I'll break your black skull for you.\"\"Don't know where dar gone,\" said Bill, tremblingly, \"Only know dat de\ndebble take dem away.\"Mary travelled to the office.Flint finding that he was not likely to get anything out of the boy by\nfrightening him, now changed his manner, saying;\n\n\"Never mind, Bill, let's hear all about it.\"Mary journeyed to the kitchen.The boy reassured, now told his master that the night before while he\nwas lying awake near the pile of skins and the women were asleep, he\nsaw the walls of the cavern divide and a figure holding a blazing\ntorch such as he had never seen before, enter the room.Daniel left the football.\"I tought,\" said Bill, \"dat it was de debble comin' arter you agin,\nmassa, and I was 'fraid he would take me along, so I crawled under de\nskins, butMary put down the milk.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"He looked all round a spell for you, massa, an' when he couldn't find\nyou, den he went were de women was sleepin' an woke dem up and made\ndem follow him.Daniel got the football there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.\"Den da called me and looked all ober for me an' couldn't find me, an'\nde debble said he couldn't wait no longer, an' dat he would come for\nme annudder time, An den de walls opened agin, an' da all went true\ntogedder.Sandra went to the bathroom.When I heard you in de cave, massa, I tought it was de\ndebble come agin to fetch me, an' so I crawled under de skins agin.\"Mary went back to the bedroom.From this statement of the boy, Flint come to the conclusion that Bill\nmust have been too much frightened at the time to know what was\nactually taking place.Daniel left the football.One thing was certain, and that was the prisoners had escaped, and had\nbeen aided in their escape by some persons, to him unknown, in a most\nstrange and mysterious manner.Over and over again he questioned Black Bill, but every time with the\nsame result.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Sandra moved to the hallway.The boy persisted in the statement, that he saw the whole party pass\nout through an opening in the walls of the cavern.Daniel got the football there.That they had not passed out through the usual entrance was evident,\nfor he found everything as he had left it.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Again he examined the walls of the cavern, only to be again baffled\nand disappointed.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the kitchen.He began to think that may be after all, the cavern was under a spell\nof enchantment, and that the women had actually been carried off in\nthe manner described by the <DW64>.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.The boy was evidently honest in his statement, believing that he was\ntelling nothing that was not true.Daniel dropped the football.But be all this as it might, the mere presence of a human being, even\nthough a poor <DW64> boy, was sufficient to enable him to shake off the\nfeeling of loneliness and fear, with which he was oppressed upon\nentering the cavern.Daniel grabbed the football there.John went back to the hallway.Daniel dropped the football.He now determined to remain in the cavern for a short time.Mary went to the bathroom.John journeyed to the office.Sandra travelled to the office.Long enough at least to make a thorough examination of the place,\nbefore taking his departure.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra got the apple there.Daniel grabbed the milk there.This determination of Captain Flint's was by no means agreeable to the\n<DW64> boy.Bill was anxious to leave the cave, and by that means escape the\nclutches of the devil, who was in the habit of frequenting it.Daniel moved to the kitchen.He endeavored to induce Flint to change his resolution by assuring him\nthat he had heard the devil say that he was coming after him.But the\ncaptain only laughed at the boy", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the bedroom.For several days after the departure of Captain Flint, the inmates of\nthe cavern felt no uneasiness at his absence; but when day after day\npassed, until more than a week had elapsed without his making his\nappearance they began to be alarmed.It had uniformly been the practice of Captain Flint on leaving the\ncave, to give Lightfoot charges to remain there until his return, and\nnot to allow any one to enter, or pass out during his absence.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Singularly enough he had said nothing about it the last time.Daniel went to the garden.This,\nhowever, made no difference with Lightfoot, for if she thought of it\nat all, she supposed that he had forgotten it.Mary moved to the hallway.Still she felt no\ndisposition to disobey his commands, although her feelings towards\nhim, since his late brutal treatment had very much changed.[Illustration: FREMIET]\n\n\"Once\"--and Marguerite smiled at the memory of it--\"I went to England to\npose for a painter well known there.It was an important tableau, and I\nstayed there six months.John moved to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the kitchen.It was a horrible place to me--I was always\ncold--the fog was so thick one could hardly see in winter mornings going\nto the studio.Besides, I could get nothing good to eat!Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel discarded the milk.He was a\ncelebrated painter, a 'Sir,' and lived with his family in a big stone\nhouse with a garden.We had tea and cakes at five in the studio--always\ntea, tea, tea!--I can tell you I used to long for a good bottle of\nMadame Giraud's vin ordinaire, and a poulet.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the garden.So I left and came back to\nParis.J'etais toujours, toujours\ntriste la!Daniel went back to the bedroom.In Paris I make a good living; ten francs a day--that's not\nbad, is it?and my time is taken often a year ahead.John moved to the hallway.I like to pose for\nthe painters--the studios are cleaner than those of the sculptor's.Some\nof the sculptors' studios are so dirty--clay and dust over everything!Did you see Fabien's studio the other day when I posed for him?Tiens!--you should have seen it last year when he was\nworking on the big group for the Exposition!It is clean now compared\nwith what it was.John got the football there.You see, I go to my work in the plainest of clothes--a\ncheap print dress and everything of the simplest I can make, for in half\nan hour, left in those studios, they would be fit only for the\nblanchisseuse--the wax and dust are in and over everything!John went back to the kitchen.There is\nno time to change when one has not the time to go home at mid-day.\"John went to the bathroom.[Illustration: JEAN PAUL LAURMary went back to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the hallway.You can see her superb figure\nwrought in marble and bronze by some of the most famous of modern French\nsculptors all over Paris.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.There is another type of model you will see, too--one who rang my bell\none sunny morning in response to a note written by my good friend, the\nsculptor, for whom this little Parisienne posed.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra grabbed the apple there.She came without her hat--this \"vrai type\"--about seventeen years of\nage--with exquisite features, her blue eyes shining under a wealth of\ndelicate blonde hair arranged in the prettiest of fashions--a little\nwhite bow tied jauntily at her throat, and her exquisitely delicate,\nstrong young figure clothed in a simple black dress.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra moved to the garden.She had about her\nsuch a frank, childlike air!John got the football there.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Yes, she posed for so and so, and so and\nso, but not many; she liked it better than being in a shop; and it\nwas far more independent, for one could go about and see one's\nfriends--and there were many of her girl friends living on the same\nstreet where this chic demoiselle lived.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.As she sat buttoning her boots, she\nlooked up at me innocently, slipped her five francs for the morning's\nwork in her reticule, and said:\n\n\"I live with mama, and mama never gives me any money to spend on myself.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.This is Sunday and a holiday, so I shall go with Henriette and her\nbrother to Vincennes.Daniel moved to the bathroom.[Illustration: OLD MAN MODEL]\n\nIt would have been quite impossible for me to have gone with them--I was\nnot even invited; but this very serious and good little Parisienne, who\nposed for the figure with quite the same unconsciousness as she would\nhave handed you your change over the counter of some stuffy little shop,\nwent to Vincennes with Henriette and her brother, where they had a\nbeautiful day--scrambling up the paths and listening to the band--all at\nthe enormous expense of the artist; and this was how this good little\nParisienne managed to save five francs in a single day!Mary travelled to the bedroom.John went to the hallway.There are old-men models who knock at your studio too, and who are\ncelebrated for their tangled gray locks, which they immediately\nuncover as you open your door.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra went to the hallway.Sandra took the milk there.Daniel went to the kitchen.These unkempt-looking Father Times and\nMethuselahs prowl about the staircases of the different ateliers daily.Sandra went to the garden.So do little children--mostly Italians and all filthily dirty; swarthy,\nblack-eyed, gypsy-looking girlsJohn left the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the garden.These are the poorer class of models--the riff-raff of the Quarter--who\nget anywhere from a few sous to a few francs for a seance.And there are four-footed models, too, for I know a kindly old horse who\nhas served in many a studio and who has carried a score of the famous\ngenerals of the world and Jeanne d'Arcs to battle--in many a modern\npublic square.John picked up the milk there.Mary moved to the garden.CHAPTER VIII\n\nTHE LUXEMBOURG GARDENS\n\n\nIn this busy Quarter, where so many people are confined throughout the\nday in work-shops and studios, a breathing-space becomes a necessity.Mary went to the bathroom.The\ngardens of the Luxembourg, brilliant in flowers and laid out in the\nRenaissance, with shady groves and long avenues of chestnut-trees\nstretching up to the Place de l'Observatoire, afford the great\nbreathing-ground for the Latin Quarter.If one had but an hour to spend in the Quartier Latin, one could not\nfind a more interesting and representative sight of student life than\nbetween the hours of four and five on Friday afternoon, when the\nmilitary band plays in the Luxembourg Gardens.This is the afternoon\nwhen Bohemia is on parade.Mary moved to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Then every one flocks here to see one's\nfriends--and a sort of weekly reception for the Quarter is held.The\nwalks about the band-stand are thronged with students and girls,\nand hundreds of chairs are filled with an audience of the older\npeople--shopkeepers and their families, old women in white lace caps,\nand gray-haired old men, many in straight-brimmed high hats of a mode of\ntwenty years past.Here they sit and listen to the music under the cool\nshadow of the trees, whose rich foliage forms an arbor overhead--a roof\nof green leaves, through which the sunbeams stream and in which the fat,\ngray pigeons find a paradise.John moved to the hallway.The new Confederate attack began slowly, but increased its speed\nat every step.Suddenly, a thundering volley burst from the line in blue,\nand the front ranks of the attacking column disappeared.Daniel picked up the football there.Again, a volley\ntore through the ranks in gray, and the assault was abandoned.Daniel discarded the football there.Mary travelled to the hallway.The battle had raged for nearly eleven hours, when night enveloped the\nscene, and the firing abated slowly and died away.It had been a bloody\nday--this first day's fight at Stone's River--and except at Antietam it\nhad not thus far been surpassed in the war.Mary travelled to the garden.The advantage was clearly with\nthe Confederates.They had pressed back the Federals for two miles, had\nrouted their right wing and captured many prisoners and twenty-eight heavy\nguns.But Rosecrans determined to hold his ground and try again.Daniel took the football there.The next day was New Year's and but for a stray fusillade,Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went to the bathroom.The renewal of the battle on January 2nd was\nfully expected on both sides, but there was little fighting till four in\nthe afternoon.Mary picked up the apple there.Rosecrans had sent General Van Cleve's division on January\n1st across the river to seize an elevation from which he could shell the\ntown of Murfreesboro.Sandra took the football there.Bragg now sent Breckinridge to dislodge the\ndivision, and he did so with splendid effect.But Breckinridge's men came\ninto such a position as to be exposed to the raking fire of fifty-two\npieces of Federal artillery on the west side of the river.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Returning the\ndeadly and constant fire as best they could, they stood the storm of shot\nand shell for half an hour when they retreated to a place of safety,\nleaving seventeen hundred of their number dead or wounded on the field.That night the two armies again lay within musket shot of each other.The\nnext day brought no further conflict and during that night General Bragg\nmoved away to winter quarters at Shelbyville, on the Elk River.John went back to the bathroom.Murfreesboro, or Stone's River, was one of the great battles of the war.John went back to the garden.The losses were about thirteen thousand to the Federals and over ten\nthousand to the Confederates.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Both sides claimed victory--the South\nbecause of Bragg's signal success on the first day; the North because of\nBreckinridge's fearful repulse at the final onset and of Bragg's\nretreating in the night and refusing to fight again.Sandra left the football.Sandra went to the office.A portion of the\nConfederate army occupied Shelbyville, Tennessee, and the larger part\nentrenched at Tullahoma, eighteen miles to the southeast.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Mary left the apple.Mary went back to the kitchen.Six months after the battle of Stone's River, the Federal army suddenly\nawoke from its somnolent condition--a winter and spring spent in raids and\nunimportant skirmishes--and became very busy preparing for a long and\nhasty march.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.Rosecrans' plan of campaign was brilliant and proved most\neffective.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel moved to the office.He realized that Tullahoma was the barrier to Chattanooga, and\ndetermined to drive the Confederates from it.Daniel put down the milk.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel went back to the kitchen.On June 23, 1863, the advance began.The cavalry, under General Stanley,\nhad received orders to advance upon Shelbyville on the 24th, and during\nthat night to build immense and numerous camp-fires before the Confederate\nstronghold at Shelbyville, to create the impression that Rosecrans' entire\narmy was massing at that point.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.But the wily leader of the Federals had\nother plans, and when Stanley, supported by General Granger, had built his\nfires, the larger force was closing in upon Tullahoma.The stratagem dawned", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Stanley and Granger made a brilliant capture of Shelbyville, and Bragg\nretired to Tullahoma; but finding here that every disposition had been\nmade to fall upon his rear, he continued his southward retreat toward\nChattanooga.[Illustration: MEN WHO LEARNED WAR WITH SHERMAN\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]In the Murfreesboro campaign, the\nregiment, detached from its old command, fought in the division of\nBrigadier-General \"Phil\" Sheridan, a leader who became scarcely less\nrenowned in the West than Sherman and gave a good account of himself and\nhis men at Stone's River.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Most of the faces in the picture are those of\nboys, yet severe military service has already given them the unmistakable\ncarriage of the soldier.The terrible field of Chickamauga lay before\nthem, but a few months in the future; and after that, rejoining their\nbeloved \"Old Tecumseh,\" they were to march with him to the sea and witness\nsome of the closing scenes in the struggle.Daniel picked up the football there.[Illustration: FIGHTERS IN THE WEST\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]This picture of Company C of the Twenty-first Michigan shows impressively\nthe type of men that the rough campaigning west of the Alleghanies had\nmolded into veterans.These were Sherman's men, and under the watchful eye\nand in the inspiring presence of that general thousands of stalwart lads\nfrom the sparsely settled States were becoming the very bone and sinew of\nthe Federal fighting force.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.The men of Sherman, like their leader, were\nforging steadily to the front.They had become proficient in the fighting\nwhich knows no fear, in many hard-won combats in the early part of the\nwar.Greater and more magnificent conflicts awaited those who did not find\na hero's grave.[Illustration: A CAMP MEETING WITH A PURPOSE\n\nCOPYRIGHT 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]There was something of extreme interest taking place when this photograph\nwas taken at Corinth.With arms stacked, the soldiers are gathered about\nan improvised stand sheltered with canvas, listening to a speech upon a\nburning question of the hour--the employment of <DW52> troops in the\nfield.A question upon which there were many different and most decided\nopinions prevailing in the North, and but one nearly universal opinion\nholding south of Mason and Dixon's line.Daniel dropped the football.General Thomas, at the moment\nthis photograph was taken, was addressing the assembled troops on this\nsubject.Some prominent Southerners, among them General Patrick Cleburne,\nfavored the enrollment of <DW64>s in the Confederate army.[Illustration]\n\nOf the various forms of the Boston, there is little to be said beyond\nthe description of the manner of their execution, which will be treated\nin the following pages.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.It is hoped that this book will help toward a more complete\nunderstanding of the beauties and attractions of the Boston, andDaniel journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the hallway._All descriptions of dances given in this book relate to the lady's\npart.Mary travelled to the hallway.Mary picked up the football there.The gentleman's is exactly the same, but in the countermotion._\n\n\nTHE LONG BOSTON\n\nThe ordinary form of the Boston as described in the foregoing pages is\ncommonly known as the \"Long\" Boston to distinguish it from other forms\nand variations.John travelled to the bathroom.It is danced in 3/4 time, either Waltz or Mazurka, and\nat any tempo desired.Daniel moved to the bedroom.As this is the fundamental form of the Boston, it\nshould be thoroughly acquired before undertaking any other.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the hallway.[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE SHORT BOSTON\n\nThe \"Short\" Boston differs from the \"Long\" Boston only in measure.Sandra travelled to the office.Mary moved to the office.It is\ndanced in either 2/4 or 6/8 time, and the first movement (in 2/4 time)\noccupies the duration of a quarter-note.The second and third movements\neach occupy the duration of an eighth-note.Thus, there exists between\nthe \"Long\" and the \"Short\" Boston the same difference as between the\nWaltz and the Galop.Mary put down the football.In the more rapid forms of the \"Short\" Boston, the\nrising and sinking upon the second and third movements naturally take\nthe form of a hop or skip.Sandra grabbed the milk there.The dance is more enjoyable and less\nfatiguing in moderate tempo.Sandra left the milk.THE OPEN BOSTON\n\nThe \"Open\" Boston contains two parts of eight measures each.Mary took the football there.Sandra took the milk there.Mary dropped the football.The first\npart is danced in the positions shown in the illustrations facing pages\n8 and 10, and the second part consists of 8 measures of the \"Long\"\nBoston.Mary travelled to the bedroom.In the first part, the dancers execute three Boston steps forward,\nwithout turning, and one Boston step turning (towards the partner) to\nface directly backward (1/2 turn).This is followed by three Boston steps backward (without turning) in the\nposition shown in the illustration facing page 10, followed by one\nBoston step turning (toward the partner) and finishing in regular Waltz\nPosition for the execution of the second part.John went to the hallway.Sandra took the football there.[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE BOSTON DIP\n\nThe \"Dip\" is a combination dance in 3/4 or 3/8 time, and contains 4\nmeasures of the \"Long\" Boston, preceded by 4 measures, as follows:\n\nStanding upon the left foot, step directly to the side, and transfer the\nweight to the right foot (count 1); swing the left leg to the right in\nfront of the right, at the same time raising the right heel (count 2);\nlower the right heel (count 3); return the left foot to its original\nplace where it receives the weight (count 4); swing the right leg across\nMary went back to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Swing the right foot to the right, and put it down directly at the side\nof the left (count 1); hop on the right foot and swing the left across\nin front (count 2); fall back upon the right foot (count 3); put down\nthe left foot, crossing in front of the right, and transfer weight to it\n(count 4); with right foot step a whole step to the right (count 5); and\nfinish by bringing the left foot against the right, where it receives\nthe weight (count 6).Mary went back to the garden.In executing the hop upon counts 2 and 3 of the third measure, the\nmovement must be so far delayed that the falling back will exactly\ncoincide with the third count of the music.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TURKEY TROT\n\n_Preparation:--Side Position of the Waltz._\n\n\nDuring the first four measures take four Boston steps without turning\n(lady forward, gentleman backward), and bending the supporting knee,\nstretch the free foot backward, (lady's left, gentleman's right) as\nshown in the illustration opposite.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra went to the hallway.Execute four drawing steps to the side (lady's right, gentleman's left)\nswaying the shoulders and body in the direction of the drawn foot, and\npointing with the free foot upon the fourth, as shown in figure.Eight whole turns, Short Boston or Two-Step.Mary got the football there.*       *       *       *       *\n\n  A splendid specimen for this dance will be found in \"The Gobbler\" by\n  J. Monroe.John picked up the apple there.Daniel went back to the kitchen.THE AEROPLANE GLIDE\n\n\nThe \"Aeroplane Glide\" is very similar to the Boston Dip.John moved to the kitchen.It is supposed\nto represent the start of the flight of an aeroplane, and derives its\nname from that fact.The sole difference between the \"Dip\" and \"Aeroplane\" consists in the\nsix running steps which make up the first two measures.Mary left the milk.Of these running\nsteps, which are executed sidewise and with alternate crossings, before\nand behind, only the fourth, at the beginning of the second measure\nrequires special description.Mary put down the football.Upon this step, the supporting knee is\nnoticeably bended to coincide with the accent of the music.The rest of the dance is identical with the \"Dip\".[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TANGO\n\n\nThe Tango is a Spanish American dance which contains much of the\npeculiar charm of the other Spanish dances, and its execution depends\nlargely upon the ability of the dancers so to grasp the rhythm of the\nmusic as to interpret it by their movements.The steps are all simple,\nand the dancers are permitted to vary or improvise the figures at will.Mary journeyed to the office.Of these figures the two which follow are most common, and lend\nthemselves most readily to verbal description.1\n\nThe partners faceDaniel went to the hallway.Mary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel went to the bathroom.The gentleman takes\nthe lady's right hand in his left, and, stretching the arms to the full\nextent, holding them at the shoulder height, he places her right hand\nupon his left shoulder, and holds it there, as in the illustration\nopposite page 30.John moved to the garden.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the garden.In starting, the gentleman throws his right shoulder slightly back and\nsteps directly backward with his left foot, while the lady follows\nforward with her right.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John got the football there.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.In this manner both continue two steps, crossing\none foot over the other and then execute a half-turn in the same\ndirection.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.This is followed by four measures of the Two-Step and the\nwhole is repeated at will.Sandra travelled to the office.Daniel moved to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John went back to the hallway.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel went to the bedroom.John moved to the kitchen.[Illustration]\n\n\nTANGO No.Mary moved to the office.2\n\nThis variant starts from the same position as Tango No.John went back to the garden.Sandra took the apple there.Daniel went to the office.Mary went back to the kitchen.Mary went to the bedroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.The gentleman\ntakes two steps backward with the lady following forward, and then two\nsteps to the side (the lady's right and the gentleman's left) and two\nsteps in the opposite direction to the original position.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the garden.\u201cMy Norah, leave me; you may by chance be rudely handled in the scuffle.\u201d\n\nThe terrified but faithful girl fell upon his breast.John went back to the bedroom.Mary went back to the office.John moved to the kitchen.\u201cConnor, your fate is mine; hasten to your boat, if it be not yet too\nlate.\u201d\n\nAn iron-shod hunting pole was his only weapon; and using it with his\nright arm, while Norah hung upon his left, he sprang without further\nparley through an aperture in the wall, and made for the water.John grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.But his\nassailants were upon him, the M\u2019Diarmod himself with upraised battle-axe\nat their head.John discarded the football.John left the milk.\u201cSpare my father,\u201d faltered Norah; and Connor, with a mercifully\ndirected stroke, only dashed the weapon from the old man\u2019s hand, and\nthen, clearing a passage with a vigorous sweep, accompanied with the\nwell-known charging cry, before which they had so often quailed, bounded\nthrough it to the water\u2019s brink.John took the milk there.An instant, and with her who was now\nmore than his second self, he was once more in his little", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "it was aground, and so quickly fell the blows against him, that he\ndare not adventure to shove it off.John grabbed the football there.Letting Norah slip from his hold,\nshe sank backwards to the bottom of the boat; and then, with both arms\nfree, he redoubled his efforts, and after a short but furious struggle\nsucceeded in getting the little skiff afloat.John discarded the football.Maddened at the sight, the\nold chief rushed breast-deep into the water; but his right arm had been\ndisabled by a casual blow, and his disheartened followers feared, under\nthe circumstances, to come within range of that well-wielded club.Daniel went back to the bathroom.But\na crafty one among them had already seized on a safer and surer plan.Mary journeyed to the hallway.He had clambered up an adjacent tree, armed with a heavy stone, and now\nstood on one of the branches above the devoted boat, and summoned him to\nyield, if he would not perish.Mary picked up the milk there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.The young chief\u2019s renewed exertions were\nhis only answer.John picked up the football there.\u201cLet him escape, and your head shall pay for it,\u201d shouted the infuriated\nfather.\u201cMy young mistress?\u201d\n\n\u201cThere are enough here to save her, if I will it.John went to the bedroom.Down with the stone, or\nby the blood----\u201d\n\nHe needed not to finish the sentence, for down at the word it came,\nstriking helpless the youth\u2019s right arm, and shivering the frail timber\nof the boat, which filled at once, and all went down.For an instant\nan arm re-appeared, feebly beating the water in vain--it was the young\nchief\u2019s broken one: the other held his Norah in its embrace, as was seen\nby her white dress flaunting for a few moments on and above the troubled\nsurface.The lake at this point was deep, and though there was a rush of\nthe M\u2019Diarmods towards it, yet in their confusion they were but awkward\naids, and the fluttering ensign that marked the fatal spot had sunk\nbefore they reached it.The strength of Connor, disabled as he was by\nhis broken limb, and trammelled by her from whom even the final struggle\ncould not dissever him, had failed; and with her he loved locked in his\nlast embrace, they were after a time recovered from the water, and laid\nside by side upon the bank, in all their touching, though, alas, lifeless\nbeauty!Remorse reached the rugged hearts even of those who had so\nruthlessly dealt by them; and as they looked on their goodly forms, thus\ncold and senseless by a common fate, the rudest felt that it would be\nan impious and unpardonable deed to do violence to their memory, by the\nseparation of that union which death itself had sanctified.Thus were\nthey laid in one grave; and, strange as it may appear, their fathers,\ncrushed and subdued, exhausted even of resentment by the overwhelming\nstroke", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John grabbed the apple there.The westering sun now warning me that the day was on the wane, I gave but\nanother look to the time-worn tombstone, another sigh to the early doom\nof those whom it enclosed, and then, with a feeling of regret, again left\nthe little island to its still, unshared, and pensive loneliness.ANCIENT IRISH LITERATURE--No.The composition which we have selected as our fourth specimen of the\nancient literature of Ireland, is a poem, more remarkable, perhaps,\nfor its antiquity and historical interest, than for its poetic merits,\nthough we do not think it altogether deficient in those.CODDLE (_loud to WHITWELL_).You are an impostor,\nsir.EGLANTINE (_shrieks_).(_Hides her\nface in her hands._)\n\nWHITWELL.or I should have lost the rapture of\nthat sweet avowal.Coddle, I love--I adore your daughter.You heard\na moment since the confession that escaped her innocent lips.Surely\nyou cannot turn a deaf ear to the voice of nature, and see us both\nmiserable for life.Remember, sir, you have now no deaf ear to turn.Give you my daughter after all your frightful\ninsults?Remember how you treated me, sir; and reflect, too, that you\nbegan it.Insults are not insults unless intended to be heard.John journeyed to the office.For\nevery thing I said, I apologize from the bottom of my heart.CODDLE (_after a pause_)._Eglantine._ Papa, of course he does.Whittermat, I can't give my daughter to\na man I never heard of in my life,--and with such a preposterous name\ntoo!Sandra travelled to the office.My name is Whitwell, my dear sir,--not Whittermat: nephew of\nyour old friend Benjamin Pottle.What did you tell me your name was Whittermat for?Some singular mistake, sir: I never did.Can't imagine how\nthe mistake could have occurred.Well, since you heard\nall _I_ said--Ha, ha, ha!For every Roland of mine you\ngave me two Olivers at least.Diamond cut diamond,--ha, ha, ha!All laugh heartily._)\n\nJANE.I never thought I'd live to see this happy day,\nmaster.Hold your tongue, you impudent cat!Mollycoddle,\nindeed!Coddle, you won't go for to turn off a faithful servant in\nthis way.(_Aside to WHITWELL._) That legacy's lost.(_To CODDLE._) Ah,\nmaster dear!you won't find nobody else as'll work their fingers to the\nbone, and their voice to a thread-paper, as I have: up early and down\nlate, and yelling and screeching from morning till night.Well, the\nhouse will go to rack and ruin when I'm gone,--that's one comfort.Sandra took the milk there.WHITWELL (_aside to JANE_).The money's yours, cash down", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Well, well, Jane, I'll forgive you, for luck.John journeyed to the kitchen.But I wish you knew how to boil spinach.Sandra went back to the office.Harrold for a week\nfrom to-day, and invite all our friends (_to the audience_) to witness\nthe wedding.Mary went back to the bathroom.All who mean to come will please signify it by clapping their hands,\nand the harder the better.(_Curtain falls._)\n\n    R.      EGLANTINE.L.\n\n\n\n\nHITTY'S SERVICE FLAG\n\nA Comedy in Two Acts\n\n_By Gladys Ruth Bridgham_\n\n\nEleven female characters.Costumes, modern; scenery, an interior.Hitty, a patriotic spinster, quite alone in the\nworld, nevertheless hangs up a service flag in her window without any\nright to do so, and opens a Tea Room for the benefit of the Red Cross.She gives shelter to Stella Hassy under circumstances that close other\ndoors against her, and offers refuge to Marjorie Winslow and her little\ndaughter, whose father in France finally gives her the right to the\nflag.Daniel went back to the kitchen.A strong dramatic presentation of a lovable character and an\nideal patriotism.Strongly recommended, especially for women's clubs.Daniel went to the garden._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\nCHARACTERS\n\n    MEHITABLE JUDSON, _aged 70_.LUELLA PERKINS, _aged 40_.Daniel took the apple there.STASIA BROWN, _aged 40_.MILDRED EMERSON, _aged 16_.MARJORIE WINSLOW, _aged 25_.BARBARA WINSLOW, _her daughter, aged 6_.STELLA HASSY, _aged 25, but claims to be younger_.Daniel went back to the kitchen.IRVING WINSLOW, _aged 45_.Daniel went back to the bedroom.MARION WINSLOW, _her daughter, aged 20_.COBB, _anywhere from 40 to 60_.John went back to the bedroom.Sandra moved to the garden.THE KNITTING CLUB MEETS\n\nA Comedy in One Act\n\n_By Helen Sherman Griffith_\n\n\nNine female characters.Costumes, modern; scenery, an interior.Mary grabbed the milk there.Eleanor will not forego luxuries nor in other ways \"do\nher bit,\" putting herself before her country; but when her old enemy,\nJane Rivers, comes to the Knitting Club straight from France to tell\nthe story of her experiences, she is moved to forget her quarrel and\nleads them all in her sacrifices to the cause.An admirably stimulating\npiece, ending with a \"melting pot\" to which the audience may also be\nasked to contribute.Mary got the football there.Urged as a decided novelty in patriotic plays.Mary moved to the office._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nGETTING THE RANGE\n\nA Comedy in One Act\n\n_By Helen Sherman Griffith_\n\n\nEight female characters.Sandra went back to the hallway.Costumes, modern; scenery,Daniel moved to the hallway.Daniel went to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Well\nsuited for out-of-door performances.Sandra took the apple there.Information of value to the enemy somehow leaks out from a frontier\ntown and the leak cannot be found or stopped.But Captain Brooke, of\nthe Secret Service, finally locates the offender amid a maze of false\nclues, in the person of a washerwoman who hangs out her clothes day\nafter day in ways and places to give the desired information._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nLUCINDA SPEAKS\n\nA Comedy in Two Acts\n\n_By Gladys Ruth Bridgham_\n\n\nEight women.Isabel Jewett has dropped her homely middle name, Lucinda,\nand with it many sterling traits of character, and is not a very good\nmother to the daughter of her husband over in France.Daniel went back to the bedroom.But circumstances\nbring \"Lucinda\" to life again with wonderful results.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John went to the bathroom.A pretty and\ndramatic contrast that is very effective._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\nCHARACTERS\n\n    ISABEL JEWETT, _aged 27_.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.MIRIAM, _her daughter, aged 7_.TESSIE FLANDERS, _aged 18_.Daniel moved to the bedroom.DOUGLAS JEWETT, _aged 45_.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Daniel got the milk there.HELEN, _her daughter, aged 20_.FLORENCE LINDSEY, _aged 25_.SYNOPSIS\n\nACT I.--Dining-room in Isabel Jewett's tenement, Roxbury, October, 1918.ACT II.--The same--three months later.Daniel dropped the milk.Sandra picked up the milk there.Sandra put down the apple there.The first time he stopped to rest on\nthe way, he put his hand to his pocket to take out the song,\nintending to sing it aloud to himself through the wood; but he found\nhe had left it behind at the place where it was composed.One of the girls went on the hill to look for him; she did not find\nhim, but she found his song.Mary picked up the apple there.X.\n\nLOOSENING THE WEATHER-VANE.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra discarded the milk.To speak to the mother about going away, was more easily thought of\nthan done.Daniel took the milk there.He spoke again about Christian, and those letters which\nhad never come; but then the mother went away, and for days\nafterwards he thought her eyes looked red and swollen.He noticed,\ntoo, that she then got nicer food for him than usual; and this gave\nhim another sign of her state of mind with regard to him.One day he went to cut fagots in a wood which bordered upon another\nbelonging to the parsonage, and through which the road ran.John moved to the kitchen.Just\nwhere he was going to cut his fagots, people used to come in autumn\nto gather whortleberries.Mary dropped the apple.He had laid aside his axe to take off his\njacket, and was just goingMary travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel travelled to the garden.He used generally to hide\nhimself rather than meet girls, and he did so now.\"Well, but, then, don't go any farther; here are many basketfuls.\"\"I thought I heard a rustling among the trees!\"Sandra went back to the bedroom.John travelled to the bedroom.The girls rushed towards each other, clasped each other round the\nwaist, and for a little while stood still, scarcely drawing breath.Sandra grabbed the apple there.\"It's nothing, I dare say; come, let's go on picking.\"\"It was nice you came to the parsonage to-day, Eli.Haven't you\nanything to tell me?\"Daniel travelled to the kitchen.\"Yes; I've been to see Godfather.\"\"Well, you've told me that; but haven't you anything to tell me about\n_him_--you know who?\"\"Indeed, he has: father and mother pretended to know nothing of it;\nbut I went up-stairs and hid myself.\"Sandra left the apple.\"Yes; I believe father told him where I was; he's always so tiresome\nnow.\"Sandra travelled to the office.\"And so he came there?--Sit down, sit down; here, near me.\"Yes; but he didn't say much, for he was so bashful.\"Sandra went back to the bathroom.\"Tell me what he said, every word; pray, every word!\"'You know what I want to say to you,' he said, sitting down\nbeside me on the chest.\"\"I wished very much to get loose again; but he wouldn't let me.John travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the hallway.'Dear\nEli,' he said----\" She laughed, and the other one laughed, too.And then both laughed together, \"Ha, ha, ha, ha!\"Sandra travelled to the bedroom.At last the laughing came to an end, and they were both quiet for a\nwhile.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Then the one who had first spoken asked in a low voice,\n\"Wasn't it strange he took you round your waist?\"Either the other girl did not answer that question, or she answered\nin so low a voice that it could not be heard; perhaps she only\nanswered by a smile.\"Didn't your father or your mother say anything afterwards?\"Sandra went back to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the office.asked\nthe first girl, after a pause.\"Father came up and looked at me; but I turned away from him because\nhe laughed at me.\"Sandra journeyed to the hallway.\"No, she didn't say anything; but she wasn't so strict as usual.\"\"Well, you've done with him, I think?\"Mary went back to the hallway.Mary travelled to the garden.\"Was it thus he took you round your waist?\"Mary took the football there.\"Well, then;--it was thus....\"\n\n\"Eli?\"\"Do you think there will ever be anybody come in that way to me?\"Mary went to the kitchen.Then they laughed again; and there was much whispering and tittering.Mary grabbed the milk there.Soon the girls went away; they had not seen either", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "A few days after, he gave Opplands-Knut a little farm on Kampen.John moved to the kitchen.\"You shall not be lonely any longer,\" Arne said.That winter Arne went to the parsonage for some time to do carpentry;\nand both the girls were often there together.When Arne saw them, he\noften wondered who it might be that now came to woo Eli Boeen.One day he had to drive for the clergyman's daughter and Eli; he\ncould not understand a word they said, though he had very quick ears.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Mary moved to the garden.Sometimes Mathilde spoke to him; and then Eli always laughed and hid\nher face.Mathilde asked him if it was true that he could make\nverses.\"No,\" he said quickly; then they both laughed; and chattered\nand laughed again.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.He felt vexed; and afterwards when he met them\nseemed not to take any notice of them.John journeyed to the garden.Sandra left the apple.Once he was sitting in the servants' hall while a dance was going on,\nand Mathilde and Eli both came to see it.Sandra moved to the bedroom.They stood together in a\ncorner, disputing about something; Eli would not do it, but Mathilde\nwould, and she at last gained her point.Then they both came over to\nArne, courtesied, and asked him if he could dance.Sandra picked up the milk there.He said he could\nnot; and then both turned aside and ran away, laughing.Sandra dropped the milk.In fact, they\nwere always laughing, Arne thought; and he became brave.Daniel took the milk there.John grabbed the football there.Daniel went to the kitchen.But soon\nafter, he got the clergyman's foster-son, a boy of about twelve, to\nteach him to dance, when no one was by.Eli had a little brother of the same age as the clergyman's\nfoster-son.Daniel went to the hallway.John discarded the football.John got the football there.These two boys were playfellows; and Arne made sledges,\nsnow-shoes and snares for them; and often talked to them about their\nsisters, especially about Eli.John dropped the football.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel went to the office.One day Eli's brother brought Arne a\nmessage that he ought to make his hair a little smoother.Daniel went back to the hallway.\"Eli did; but she told me not to say it was she.\"This peculiar shrine of the Whig martyrs is very much honoured by their\ndescendants, though residing at a great distance from the land of their\ncaptivity and death.Walker, told me, that being\nonce upon a tour in the south of Scotland, probably about forty years\nsince, he had the bad luck to involve himself in the labyrinth of\npassages and tracks which cross, in every direction, the extensive waste\ncalled Lochar Moss, near Dumfries, out of which it is scarcely possible\nfor a stranger to extricate himself; and there was no small difficulty in\nprocuringSandra moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Walker could, therefore, only procure unintelligible\ndirections in the southern brogue, which differs widely from that of the\nMearns.Sandra travelled to the office.John journeyed to the hallway.He was beginning to think himself in a serious dilemma, when he\nstated his case to a farmer of rather the better class, who was employed,\nas the others, in digging his winter fuel.The old man at first made the\nsame excuse with those who had already declined acting as the traveller's\nguide; but perceiving him in great perplexity, and paying the respect due\nto his profession, \"You are a clergyman, sir?\"\"And I observe from your speech, that you are from the\nnorth?\"--\"You are right, my good friend,\" was the reply.\"And may I ask\nif you have ever heard of a place called Dunnottar?\"--\"I ought to know\nsomething about it, my friend,\" said Mr.Walker, \"since I have been\nseveral years the minister of the parish.\"Mary went to the kitchen.--\"I am glad to hear it,\" said\nthe Dumfriesian, \"for one of my near relations lies buried there, and\nthere is, I believe, a monument over his grave.I would give half of what\nI am aught, to know if it is still in existence.\"--\"He was one of those\nwho perished in the Whig's Vault at the castle?\"said the minister; \"for\nthere are few southlanders besides lying in our churchyard, and none, I\nthink, having monuments.\"--\"Even sae--even sae,\" said the old Cameronian,\nfor such was the farmer.He then laid down his spade, cast on his coat,\nand heartily offered to see the minister out of the moss, if he should\nlose the rest of the _day's dargue_.Walker was able to requite him\namply, in his opinion, by reciting the epitaph, which he remembered by\nheart.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.The old man was enchanted with finding the memory of his\ngrandfather or great-grandfather faithfully recorded amongst the names of\nbrother sufferers; and rejecting all other offers of recompense, only\nrequested, after he had guided Mr.Walker to a safe and dry road, that he\nwould let him have a written copy of the inscription.Mary went to the bathroom.It was whilst I was listening to this story, and looking at the monument\nreferred to, that I saw Old Mortality engaged in his daily task of\ncleaning and repairing the ornaments and epitaphs upon the tomb.John went to the kitchen.His\nappearance and equipment were exactly as described in the Novel.I was\nvery desirous to see something of a person so singular, and expected to\nhave done so, as he took up his quarters with the hospitable and\nliberal-spirited minister.Mary picked up the football there.Walker invited him up after\ndinner to partake of a glass of spirits and water, to which he was\nsupposed not to be very averse, yet he would not speak frankly upon the\nsubject of his occupation.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.He was in bad humour, and had,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the hallway.His spirit had been sorely vexed by hearing, in a certain Aberdonian\nkirk, the psalmody directed by a pitch-pipe, or some similar instrument,\nwhich was to Old Mortality the abomination of abominations.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Perhaps,\nafter all, he did not feel himself at ease with his company; he might\nsuspect the questions asked by a north-country minister and a young\nbarrister to savour more of idle curiosity than profit.Sandra moved to the kitchen.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra grabbed the apple there.At any rate, in\nthe phrase of John Bunyan, Old Mortality went on his way, and I saw him\nno more.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Sandra moved to the garden.John got the football there.The remarkable figure and occupation of this ancient pilgrim was recalled\nto my memory by an account transmitted by my friend Mr.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.John travelled to the bedroom.Joseph Train,\nsupervisor of excise at Dumfries, to whom I owe many obligations of a\nsimilar nature.Mary journeyed to the garden.Daniel moved to the bathroom.From this, besides some other circumstances, among which\nare those of the old man's death, I learned the particulars described in\nthe text.Mary travelled to the bedroom.John went to the hallway.John went back to the bathroom.I am also informed, that the old palmer's family, in the third\ngeneration, survives, and is highly respected both for talents and worth.Sandra went to the hallway.Sandra took the milk there.Daniel went to the kitchen.Sandra went to the garden.John left the football.While these sheets were passing through the press, I received the\nfollowing communication from Mr.Train, whose undeviating kindness had,\nduring the intervals of laborious duty, collected its materials from an\nindubitable source.John picked up the football there.Sandra went to the hallway.John discarded the football.John picked up the football there.\"In the course of my periodical visits to the Glenkens, I have\n     become intimately acquainted with Robert Paterson, a son of Old\n     Mortality, who lives in the little village of Balmaclellan; and\n     although he is now in the 70th year of his age, preserves all the\n     vivacity of youth--has a most retentive memory, and a mind stored\n     with information far above what could be expected from a person in\n     his station of life.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.To him I am indebted for the following\n     particulars relative to his father, and his descendants down to the\n     present time.Sandra went to the bedroom.\"Robert Paterson, alias Old Mortality, was the son of Walter\n     Paterson and Margaret Scott, who occupied the farm of Ilaggisha, in\n     the parish of Hawick, during nearly the first half of the eighteenth\n Sandra travelled to the kitchen.John discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary took the apple there.Mary discarded the apple.Here Robert was born, in the memorable year 1715.Mark, that the last words of Jesus of\nNazareth expiring on the cross were uttered in it.In the fifth chapter of the Book of Daniel, we read that the fingers of\nthe hand of a man were seen writing on the wall of the hall, where King\nBelshazzar was banqueting, the words \"Mene, mene, Tekel, upharsin,\"\nwhich could not be read by any of the wise men summoned by order of the\nking.Sandra grabbed the football there.Daniel, however, being brought in, is said to have given as their\ninterpretation: _Numbered_, _numbered_, _weighed_, _dividing_, perhaps\nwith the help of the angel Gabriel, who is said by learned rabbins to be\nthe only individual of the angelic hosts who can speak Chaldean and\nSyriac, and had once before assisted him in interpreting the dream of\nKing Nebuchadnezzar.Perhaps also, having been taught the learning of\nthe Chaldeans, he had studied the ancient Chaldee language, and was thus\nenabled to read the fatidical words, which have the very same meaning in\nthe Maya language as he gave them.Effectively, _mene_ or _mane_,\n_numbered_, would seem to correspond to the Maya verbs, MAN, to buy, to\npurchase, hence to number, things being sold by the quantity--or MANEL,\nto pass, to exceed._Tekel_, weighed, would correspond to TEC, light.To-day it is used in the sense of lightness in motion, brevity,\nnimbleness: and _Upharsin_, dividing, seem allied to the words PPA, to\ndivide two things united; or _uppah_, to break, making a sharp sound; or\n_paah_, to break edifices; or, again, PAALTAL, to break, to scatter the\ninhabitants of a place.Sandra picked up the milk there.John journeyed to the garden.As to the last words of Jesus of Nazareth, when expiring on the cross,\nas reported by the Evangelists, _Eli, Eli_, according to St.Mary took the apple there.John went to the bathroom.Matthew,\nand _Eloi, Eloi_, according to St.Mark, _lama sabachthani_, they are\npure Maya vocables; but have a very different meaning to that attributed\nto them, and more in accordance with His character.Sandra went to the bedroom.By placing in the\nmouth of the dying martyr these words: _My God, my God, why hast thou\nforsaken me?_ they have done him an injustice, presenting him in his\nlast moments despairing and cowardly, traits so foreign to his life, to\nhis teachings, to the resignation shown by him during his trial, and to\nthe fortitude displayed by him in his last journey to Calvary; more than\nall, so unbecoming, not to say absurd, being in glaring contradiction to\nhis role", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "John went back to the garden.If God himself, why complain that God has forsaken him?He evidently did not speak Hebrew in dying, since his two mentioned\nbiographers inform us that the people around him did not understand what\nhe said, and supposed he was calling Elias to help him: _This man\ncalleth for Elias._\n\nHis bosom friend, who never abandoned him--who stood to the last at the\nfoot of the cross, with his mother and other friends and relatives, do\nnot report such unbefitting words as having been uttered by Jesus.He\nsimply says, that after recommending his mother to his care, he\ncomplained of being thirsty, and that, as the sponge saturated with\nvinegar was applied to his mouth, he merely said: IT IS FINISHED!Daniel went to the bathroom.Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel grabbed the football there.and\n_he bowed his head and gave up the ghost_.Well, this is exactly the meaning of the Maya words, HELO, HELO, LAMAH\nZABAC TA NI, literally: HELO, HELO, now, now; LAMAH, sinking; ZABAC,\nblack ink; TA, over; NI, nose; in our language: _Now, now I am sinking;\ndarkness covers my face!_ No weakness, no despair--He merely tells his\nfriends all is over.Before leaving Asia Minor, in order to seek in Egypt the vestiges of the\nMayas, I will mention the fact that the names of some of the natives who\ninhabited of old that part of the Asiatic continent, and many of those\nof places and cities seem to be of American Maya origin.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Daniel went to the garden.The Promised\nLand, for example--that part of the coast of Phoenicia so famous for\nthe fertility of its soil, where the Hebrews, after journeying during\nforty years in the desert, arrived at last, tired and exhausted from so\nmany hard-fought battles--was known as _Canaan_.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel discarded the football.Sandra picked up the football there.This is a Maya word\nthat means to be tired, to be fatigued; and, if it is spelled _Kanaan_,\nit then signifies abundance; both significations applying well to the\ncountry.Mary went back to the office.TYRE, the great emporium of the Phoenicians, called _Tzur_, probably\non account of being built on a rock, may also derive its name from the\nMaya TZUC, a promontory, or a number of villages, _Tzucub_ being a\nprovince.John picked up the apple there.Again, we have the people called _Khati_ by the Egyptians.They formed a\ngreat nation that inhabited the _Caele-Syria_ and the valley of the\nOrontes, where they have left very interesting proofs of their passage\non earth, in large and populous cities whose ruins have been lately\ndiscovered.John journeyed to the hallway.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Their origin is unknown, and is yet a problem to beDaniel went back to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "They are celebrated on account of their wars against the Assyrians and\nEgyptians, who call them the plague of Khati.Their name is frequently\nmentioned in the Scriptures as Hittites.Placed on the road, between the\nAssyrians and the Egyptians, by whom they were at last vanquished, they\nplaced well nigh insuperable _obstacles in the way_ of the conquests of\nthese two powerful nations, which found in them tenacious and fearful\nadversaries.The Khati had not only made considerable improvements in\nall military arts, but were also great and famed merchants; their\nemporium _Carchemish_ had no less importance than Tyre or Carthage.There, met merchants from all parts of the world; who brought thither\nthe products and manufactures of their respective countries, and were\nwont to worship at the Sacred City, _Katish_ of the Khati.The etymology\nof their name is also unknown.Some historians having pretended that\nthey were a Scythian tribe, derived it from Scythia; but I think that we\nmay find it very natural, as that of their principal cities, in the Maya\nlanguage.Mary journeyed to the garden.All admit that the Khati, until the time when they were vanquished by\nRameses the Great, as recorded on the walls of his palace at Thebes, the\n_Memnonium_, always placed obstacles on the way of the Egyptians and\nopposed them.According to the Maya, their name is significative of\nthese facts, since KAT or KATAH is a verb that means to place\nimpediments on the road, to come forth and obstruct the passage.This is observable in the perspective views painted for\nscenes at the playhouse.If the beholder is seated in the central line\nof the house, whether in the boxes or pit, the perspective is correct;\nbut, in proportion as he is placed at a greater or less distance to the\nright or left of that line, the perspective appears to him more or less\nfaulty.And hence arises the necessity of using but one eye in viewing\na painting, in order thereby to reduce it to one point of sight.][Footnote 32: See the Life of the Author prefixed, and chap.[Footnote 33: The author here speaks of unpolished Nature; and indeed\nit is from such subjects only, that the genuine and characteristic\noperations of Nature are to be learnt.Sandra got the football there.Mary picked up the apple there.Mary dropped the apple.It is the effect of education\nto correct the natural peculiarities and defects, and, by so doing, to\nassimilate one person to the rest of the world.]John went back to the garden.John picked up the apple there.[Footnote 36: See chapter cclxvii.][Footnote 37: Sir Joshua Reynolds frequently inculcated these precepts\nin his lectures, and indeed they cannot be too often enforced.]John put down the apple.[Footnote 38: Probably this would have formed a part of his intended\nTreatise on Light and Shadow, but no such proposition occurs in the\npresent work.]Sandra left the football.[FootnoteJohn went back to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel got the apple there.For much graceful\nsoftness and grandeur is acquired, sometimes, by blending the lights of\nthe figures with the light part of the ground; and so of the shadows;\nas Leonardo himself has observed in chapters cxciv.and Sir\nJoshua Reynolds has often put in practice with success.]Daniel dropped the apple.[Footnote 44: He means here to say, that in proportion as the body\ninterposed between the eye and the object is more or less transparent,\nthe greater or less quantity of the colour of the body interposed will\nbe communicated to the object.][Footnote 45: See the note to chap.[Footnote 46: See the preceding chapter, and chap.Mary moved to the bedroom.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.[Footnote 47: The appearance of motion is lessened according to the\ndistance, in the same proportion as objects diminish in size.][Footnote 50: This was intended to constitute a part of some book of\nPerspective, which we have not; but the rule here referred to will be\nfound in chap.Mary travelled to the hallway.[Footnote 52: No such work was ever published, nor, for any thing that\nappears, ever written.]Sandra moved to the bedroom.[Footnote 53: The French translation of 1716 has a note on this\nchapter, saying, that the invention of enamel painting found out since\nthe time of Leonardo da Vinci, would better answer to the title of this\nchapter, and also be a better method of painting.Mary went back to the bathroom.I must beg leave,\nhowever, to dissent from this opinion, as the two kinds of painting\nare so different, that they cannot be compared.Leonardo treats of oil\npainting, but the other is vitrification.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Leonardo is known to have\nspent a great deal of time in experiments, of which this is a specimen,\nand it may appear ridiculous to the practitioners of more modern\ndate, as he does not enter more fully into a minute description of\nthe materials, or the mode of employing them.Mary went to the kitchen.The principle laid down\nin the text appears to me to be simply this: to make the oil entirely\nevaporate from the colours by the action of fire, and afterwards to\nprevent the action of the air by the means of a glass, which in itself\nis an excellent principle, but not applicable, any more than enamel\npainting to large works.]Daniel moved to the office.Mary picked up the football there.[Footnote 54: It is evident that distemper or size painting is here\nmeant.][Footnote 56: This rule is not without exception: see chap.Mary put down the football.[Footnote 59: See chapters ccxlvii.John travelled to the office.Daniel went to the bathroom.Probably they were intended to form a part of a distinct treatise, and\nto have been ranged as propositions in that, but at present they are\nnot so placed.][Footnote 62: Although the author seems to have designed that this, and\nmany other propositions to which he refers, should have formed a part\nof some regular work, and he has accordingly referred to them whenever\nhe has mentioned them, by theirMary got the football there.Mary discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "There are, however, several chapters in\nthe present work, viz.in which the\nprinciple in the text is recognised, and which probably would have been\ntransferred into the projected treatise, if he had ever drawn it up.][Footnote 63: The note on the preceding chapter is in a great measure\napplicable to this, and the proposition mentioned in the text is also\nto be found in chapter ccxlvii.[Footnote 64: See the note on the chapter next but one preceding.The\nproposition in the text occurs in chap.[Footnote 66: I do not know a better comment on this passage than\nFelibien's Examination of Le Brun's Picture of the Tent of Darius.From this (which has been reprinted with an English translation, by\nColonel Parsons in 1700, in folio) it will clearly appear, what the\nchain of connexion is between every colour there used, and its nearest\nneighbour, and consequently a rule may be formed from it with more\ncertainty and precision than where the student is left to develope\nit for himself, from the mere inspection of different examples of\ncolouring.]\"Well, it's a risk that had to be taken.It was a choice of evils, I\ngrant you.I sniff breakfast; the bacon and eggs of my country\nawait me.I am famishing, and I say, Peter, do try to take a more\ncheerful view of this business.\"Crichton was still at breakfast when a short, red-haired young man\nfairly burst into the room.\"Hullo, old chap, glad to see you,\" cried the newcomer, pounding Cyril\naffectionately on the back.I say, your telephone message\ngave me quite a turn.\"If I look calm, my looks belie me.I assure you I never felt less calm\nin my life.\"\"Well, then, take a cigarette, pull up that chair to the fire, and\nlisten--and don't play the fool; this is serious.\"Sandra took the milk there.\"I want your legal advice, Guy, though I suppose you'll tell me I need a\nsolicitor, not a barrister.Why, Cyril, I am awfully sorry.I had heard that your\nmarriage hadn't turned out any too well, but I had no idea it was as bad\nas that.I never have heard anything against your\nwife's character.\"\"You mean that you have never heard that she was unfaithful to me.Bah,\nit makes me sick the way people talk, as if infidelity were the only\nvice that damned a woman's character.Guy, her character was rotten\nthrough and through.Her infidelity was simply a minor, though\nculminating, expression of it.\"\"But how did you come to marry such a person?\"\"You know she was the Chalmerses' governess?\"\"I had been spending a few weeks with them.Jack, the oldest son, was a\nfriend of mine and she was the daughter of a brother officer of old\nChalmers's who had died in India, and consequently her position in the\nhousehold was different from that of an ordinary governess.I soon got\nquite friendly withSandra journeyed to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "I liked her, but upon my honour I hadn't a thought\nof making love to her.They accused\nher of carrying on a clandestine love affair with Freddy, the second\nson, and with drinking on the sly.They had found empty bottles hidden\nin her bedroom.She posed as injured innocence--the victim of a vile\nplot to get her out of the house--had no money, no friends, no hope of\nanother situation.Daniel travelled to the hallway.I was dreadfully sorry\nfor her and so--well, I married her.Mary moved to the kitchen.As the regiment had just been\nordered to South Africa, we went there immediately.We had not been\nmarried a year, however, when I discovered that she was a confirmed\ndrunkard.John grabbed the football there.I think only the fear of losing her position had kept her\nwithin certain bounds.That necessity removed, she seemed unable to put\nany restraint on herself.John discarded the football.I doubt if she even tried to do so.\"Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.\"Later on I found out that she was taking drugs as well as stimulants.Sandra picked up the milk there.Daniel moved to the office.She would drink herself into a frenzy and then stupefy herself with\nopiates.John took the football there.But it is not only weakness I am accusing her of.John went to the kitchen.She was\ninherently deceitful and cruel--ah, what is the use of talking about it!\"You haven't been living together lately, have you?\"\"Well, you see, she was disgracing not only herself but the regiment,\nand so it became a question of either leaving the army or getting her to\nlive somewhere else.So I brought her back to Europe, took a small villa\nnear Pau, and engaged an efficient nurse-companion to look after her.I\nspent my leave with her, but that was all.Mary moved to the office.Last spring, however, she got\nso bad that her companion cabled for me.For a few weeks she was\ndesperately ill, and when she partially recovered, the doctor persuaded\nme to send her to a sanitarium for treatment.It was chiefly celebrated as a lunatic asylum, but it has an\nannex where dipsomaniacs and drug fiends are cared for.At first, the\ndoctor's reports were very discouraging, but lately her improvement is\nsaid to have been quite astonishing, so much so that it was decided that\nI should take her away for a little trip.I was on my way to Charleroi,\nwhen the news reached me that Amy had escaped.We soon discovered that\nshe had fled with a M. de Brissac, who had been discharged as cured the\nday before my wife's disappearance.Sandra put down the milk.We traced them to within a few miles\nof Paris, but there lost track of them.I have, however, engaged a\ndetective to furnish me with further particulars.I fancy the Frenchman\nis keeping out of the way for fear I shall kill him.Why, I pity\nhim, that is all!He'll soon find out what that woman is like.John left the football.Oh, you can't realise what that means to me.I only", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"I was so sorry to hear of his death.He was always so kind to us boys\nwhen we stayed at Lingwood.John went to the hallway.I wrote you when I heard the sad news, but\nyou never answered any of my letters.\"\"I know, old chap, but you must forgive me.I have been too\nmiserable--too ashamed.John went back to the bathroom.I only wanted to creep away and to be\nforgotten.\"\"Your father died in Paris, didn't he?\"John grabbed the milk there.It was just after I had taken Amy to\nCharleroi.He never got over the mess I had\nmade of my life and Wilmersley's marriage was the last straw.\"Why had your father been so sure that Lord Wilmersley would never\nmarry?He was an old bachelor, but not so very old after all.He can't\nbe more than fifty now.\"\"Well, you see, Wilmersley has a bee in his bonnet.His mother was a\nSpanish ballet dancer whom my uncle married when he was a mere boy.I remember her distinctly, a great, fat\nwoman with a big, white face and enormous, glassy, black eyes.She died when Wilmersley was about twenty and my\nuncle followed her a few months later.Sandra went back to the office.His funeral was hardly over when\nmy cousin left Geralton and nothing definite was heard of him for almost\ntwenty-five years.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.He was supposed to be travelling in the far East, and\nfrom time to time some pretty queer rumours drifted back about him.Whether they were true or not, I have never known.One day he returned\nto Geralton as unexpectedly as he had left it.Sandra got the apple there.He has immense family pride--the ballet dancer, I fancy, rankles--and\nhaving decided for some reason or other not to marry, he wished his heir\nto cut a dash.He offered me an allowance of L4000 a year, told me to\nmarry as soon as possible, and sent me home.\"It is the way of fighting which\nsuits us burghers best--that of resisting from behind stone walls.Our\nduty of watch and ward teaches us that trick; besides, enough are awake\nand astir to ensure us peace and quiet till morning.So saying, he drew Henry, nothing loth, into the same apartment where\nthey had supped, and where the old woman, who was on foot, disturbed as\nothers had been by the nocturnal affray, soon roused up the fire.\"And now, my doughty son,\" said the glover, \"what liquor wilt thou\npledge thy father in?\"Sandra dropped the apple there.Henry Smith had suffered himself to sink mechanically upon a seat of old\nblack oak, and now gazed on the fire, that flashed back a ruddy light\nover his manly features.He muttered to himself half audibly: \"Good\nHenry--brave Henry.John dropped the milk.\"My cellar holds\nnone such; but if sack, or Rhenish, or wine of Gascony can serve, why,\nsay the word and the flagon foams, that is all.\"\"The kindest thanks,\" said", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"It shall stretch like kid's leather, man,\" said the glover, \"if\nthou wilt but be ruled, and say what thou wilt take for thy morning's\ndraught.\"\"Whatever thou wilt, father,\" answered the armourer, carelessly, and\nrelapsed into the analysis of Catharine's speech to him.\"She spoke\nof my warm heart; but she also spoke of my reckless hand.What earthly\nthing can I do to get rid of this fighting fancy?Certainly I were best\nstrike my right hand off, and nail it to the door of a church, that it\nmay never do me discredit more.\"\"You have chopped off hands enough for one night,\" said his friend,\nsetting a flagon of wine on the table.\"Why dost thou vex thyself, man?Mary went back to the bathroom.She would love thee twice as well did she not see how thou doatest upon\nher.I am not to have the risk of my booth\nbeing broken and my house plundered by the hell raking followers of the\nnobles, because she is called the Fair Maid of Perth, an't please ye.No, she shall know I am her father, and will have that obedience to\nwhich law and gospel give me right.I will have her thy wife, Henry, my\nheart of gold--thy wife, my man of mettle, and that before many weeks\nare over.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Come--come, here is to thy merry bridal, jolly smith.\"Mary got the milk there.The father quaffed a large cup, and filled it to his adopted son,\nwho raised it slowly to his head; then, ere it had reached his lips,\nreplaced it suddenly on the table and shook his head.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"Nay, if thou wilt not pledge me to such a health, I know no one who\nwill,\" said Simon.\"What canst thou mean, thou foolish lad?Here has a\nchance happened, which in a manner places her in thy power, since from\none end of the city to the other all would cry fie on her if she should\nsay thee nay.Mary got the apple there.Here am I, her father, not only consenting to the cutting\nout of the match, but willing to see you two as closely united\ntogether as ever needle stitched buckskin.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary went back to the bedroom.And with all this on thy\nside--fortune, father, and all--thou lookest like a distracted lover\nin a ballad, more like to pitch thyself into the Tay than to woo a lass\nthat may be had for the asking, if you can but choose the lucky minute.\"\"Ay, but that lucky minute, father?Mary moved to the kitchen.I question much if Catharine ever\nhas such a moment to glance on earth and its inhabitants as might lead\nher to listen to a coarse ignorant borrel man like me.I cannot tell\nhow it is, father; elsewhere I can hold up my head like another man, but\nwith your saintly daughter I lose heart and courage, and I cannot help\nthinking that it would be well nigh robbing a holy shrine if", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the office.Her thoughts are too much fitted\nfor Heaven to be wasted on such a one as I am.\"\"E'en as you like, Henry,\" answered the glover.\"My daughter is not\ncourting you any more than I am--a fair offer is no cause offend; only\nif you think that I will give in to her foolish notions of a convent,\ntake it with you that I will never listen to them.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.I love and honour\nthe church,\" he said, crossing himself, \"I pay her rights duly and\ncheerfully--tithes and alms, wine and wax, I pay them as justly, I say,\nas any man in Perth of my means doth--but I cannot afford the church my\nonly and single ewe lamb that I have in the world.John took the milk there.Her mother was dear\nto me on earth, and is now an angel in Heaven.John travelled to the garden.Catharine is all I have\nto remind me of her I have lost; and if she goes to the cloister, it\nshall be when these old eyes are closed for ever, and not sooner.But\nas for you, friend Gow, I pray you will act according to your own best\nliking, I want to force no wife on you, I promise you.\"\"Nay, now you beat the iron twice over,\" said Henry.\"It is thus we\nalways end, father, by your being testy with me for not doing that\nthing in the world which would make me happiest, were I to have it in my\npower.Sandra moved to the office.Why, father, I would the keenest dirk I ever forged were sticking\nin my heart at this moment if there is one single particle in it that\nis not more your daughter's property than my own.I\ncannot think less of her, or more of myself, than we both deserve; and\nwhat seems to you so easy and certain is to me as difficult as it would\nbe to work a steel hauberk out of bards of flax.Daniel went back to the office.John went to the kitchen.But here is to you,\nfather,\" he added, in a more cheerful tone; \"and here is to my fair\nsaint and Valentine, as I hope your Catharine will be mine for the\nseason.Mary travelled to the garden.And let me not keep your old head longer from the pillow, but\nmake interest with your featherbed till daybreak; and then you must be\nmy guide to your daughter's chamber door, and my apology for entering\nit, to bid her good morrow, for the brightest that the sun will awaken,\nin the city or for miles round.\"John picked up the football there.John dropped the football.John put down the milk.\"No bad advice, my son,\" said the honest glover, \"But you, what will you\ndo?Daniel moved to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Will you lie down beside me, or take a part of Conachar's bed?\"\"Neither,\" answered Harry Gow; \"I should but prevent your rest, and\nfor me this easy chair is worth a down bed, and I will sleep likeDaniel went to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the apple there.Mary got the milk there.Mary went back to the kitchen.As he spoke, he laid his hand on his\nsword.\"Nay, Heaven send us no more need of weapons.Goodnight, or rather good\nmorrow, till day peep; and the first who wakes calls up the other.\"Mary moved to the garden.The Indian led the way, carrying his torch, and assisting them over\nthe difficulties of the way, when assistance was required.Sandra went back to the garden.Thus he led them on, over rocks, and precipices, sometimes the path\nwidening until it might be called another cavern, and then again\nbecoming so narrow as to only allow one to pass at a time.Mary moved to the office.Thus they journeyed on for the better part of a mile, when they\nsuddenly came to a full stop.Sandra went back to the bathroom.It seemed to Hellena that nothing short of an enchanter's wand could\nopen the way for them now, when Fire Cloud, going to the end of the\npassage, gave a large slab which formed the wall a push on the lower\npart, causing it to rise as if balanced by pivots at the center, and\nmaking an opening through which the party passed, finding themselves\nin the open air, with the stars shining brightly overhead.As soon as they had passed out the rock swung back again, and no one\nunacquainted with the fact, would have supposed that common looking\nrock to be the door of the passage leading to the mysterious cavern.The place to which they now came, was a narrow valley between the\nmountains.Pursuing their journey up this valley, they came to a collection of\nIndian wigwams, and here they halted, the chief showing them into his\nown hut, which was one of the group.Mary discarded the milk.Mary grabbed the milk there.Another time, it would have alarmed Hellena Rosenthrall to find\nherself in the wilderness surrounded by savages.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bathroom.But now, although among savages far away from home, without a white\nface to look upon, she felt a degree of security, she had long been a\nstranger to.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.In fact she felt that the Indians under whose protection she now found\nherself, were far more human, far less cruel, than the demon calling\nhimself a white man, out of whose hands she had so fortunately\nescaped.Mary moved to the bathroom.For once since her capture, her sleep was quiet, and refreshing.Daniel journeyed to the office.Black Bill, on leaving the captain, after having vainly endeavored to\npersuade him to leave the cave, crawled in to his usual place for\npassing the night, but not with the hope of forgetting his troubles in\nsleep.He was more firmly than ever impressed with the idea that the cavern\nwas the resort of the Devil and his imps, and that they would\ncertainly return for the purpose of carrying off his master.To this\nhe would have no objection, did he not fear that they mightDaniel discarded the apple.Mary dropped the milk.John picked up the milk there.Sandra moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sandra took the football there.So when everything was perfectly still in the cavern excepting the\nloud breathing of the captain, which gave evidence of his being fast\nasleep, the <DW64> crept cautiously out of the recess, where he had\nthrown himself down, and moved noiselessly to the place where the\ncaptain was lying.Sandra left the football.Sandra went to the bathroom.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Having satisfied himself that his master was asleep, he went to the\ntable, and taking the lamp that was burning there, he moved towards\nthe entrance of the cave.Daniel travelled to the hallway.This was now fastened only on the inside,\nand the fastening could be easily removed.In a few moments Black Bill was at liberty.As soon as he felt himself free from the cave, he gave vent to a fit\nof boisterous delight, exclaiming.John went to the hallway.John journeyed to the bedroom.Now de debile may\ncome arter massa Flint as soon as he please, he ain't a goun to ketch\ndis chile, I reckan.Serb de captain right for trowin my fadder in de\nsea.Thus he went on until the thought seeming to strike him that he might\nbe overheard, and pursued, he stopped all at once, and crept further\ninto the forest and as he thought further out of the reach of the\ndevil.The morning had far advanced when captain Flint awoke from his\nslumber.He knew this from the few sunbeams that found their way through a\ncrevice in the rocks at one corner of the cave.With this exception the place was in total darkness, for the lamp as\nwe have said had been carried off by the <DW64>.John picked up the milk there.\"Hello, there, Bill, you black imp,\" shouted the captain, \"bring a\nlight.\"But Bill made no answer, although the command was several times\nrepeated.Daniel took the apple there.At last, Flint, in a rage, sprang up, and seizing a raw hide which he\nalways kept handy for such emergencies, he went to the sleeping place\nof the <DW64>, and struck a violent blow on the place where Bill ought\nto have been, but where Bill was not.Flint went back, and for a few moments sat down by the table in\nsilence.After awhile the horror at being alone in such a gloomy\nplace, once more came over him.\"Who knows,\" he thought, \"but this black imp may betray me into the\nhands of my enemies.Mary went back to the office.Daniel moved to the office.Even he, should he be so disposed, has it in his\npower to come at night, and by fastening the entrance of the cavern on\nthe outside, bury me alive!\"Sandra went back to the hallway.So Flint reasoned, and so reasoning, made up his mind to leave the\ncavern.Flint had barely passed beyond the entrance of the cave, when he heard\nthe sound of approaching footsteps.Mary picked up the football there.He crouched under the bushes in\norder to watch and listen.Daniel dropped the apple there.He saw a party of six men approaching, all fully armed excepting one,\nwho seemed", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Flint fairly gnashed his teeth with rage as he recognised in this man\nhis old associate--Jones Bradley.The whole party halted at a little distance from the entrance to the\ncave, where Bradley desired them to remain while he should go and\nreconnoitre.Sandra travelled to the garden.He had reached the entrance, had made a careful examination of\neverything about it, and was in the act of turning to make his report,\nwhen Flint sprang upon him from the bushes, saying, \"So it's you, you\ntraitor, who has betrayed me,\" at the same moment plunging his dagger\nin the breast of Bradley, who fell dead at his feet.In the next moment the pirate was flying through the forest.You knew, oh Kotri river, that love which could not last.For me your palms still shiver with passions of the past.Farewell\n\n   Farewell, Aziz, it was not mine to fold you\n     Against my heart for any length of days.Mary took the football there.I had no loveliness, alas, to hold you,\n     No siren voice, no charm that lovers praise.Yet, in the midst of grief and desolation,\n     Solace I my despairing soul with this:\n   Once, for my life's eternal consolation,\n     You lent my lips your loveliness to kiss.I think Love's very essence\n     Distilled itself from out my joy and pain,\n   Like tropical trees, whose fervid inflorescence\n     Glows, gleams, and dies, never to bloom again.Sandra picked up the apple there.Often I marvel how I met the morning\n     With living eyes after that night with you,\n   Ah, how I cursed the wan, white light for dawning,\n     And mourned the paling stars, as each withdrew!Yet I, even I, who am less than dust before you,\n     Less than the lowest lintel of your door,\n   Was given one breathless midnight, to adore you.Fate, having granted this, can give no more!Daniel went to the office.Afridi Love\n\n   Since, Oh, Beloved, you are not even faithful\n     To me, who loved you so, for one short night,\n   For one brief space of darkness, though my absence\n     Did but endure until the dawning light;\n\n   Since all your beauty--which was _mine_--you squandered\n     On _that_ which now lies dead across your door;\n   See here this knife, made keen and bright to kill you.You shall not see the sun rise any more.Mary put down the football.In all the empty village\n     Who is there left to hear or heed your cry?Sandra travelled to the kitchen.All are gone to labour in the valley,\n     Who will return before your time to die?No use to struggle; when I found you sleeping,\n     I took your hands and bound them to your side,\n   And both these slender", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Lie still, Beloved; that dead thing lying yonder,\n     I hated and I killed, but love is sweet,\n   And you are more than sweet to me, who love you,\n     Who decked my eyes with dust from off your feet.John took the apple there.Give me your lips; Ah, lovely and disloyal\n     Give me yourself again; before you go\n   Down through the darkness of the Great, Blind Portal,\n     All of life's best and basest you must know.Erstwhile Beloved, you were so young and fragile\n     I held you gently, as one holds a flower:\n   But now, God knows, what use to still be tender\n     To one whose life is done within an hour?Sandra travelled to the bathroom.Death will not hurt you, dearest,\n     As you hurt me, for just a single night,\n   You call me cruel, who laid my life in ruins\n     To gain one little moment of delight.Look up, look out, across the open doorway\n     The sunlight streams.Look at the pale, pink peach trees in our garden,\n     Sweet fruit will come of them;--but not for you.The fair, far snow, upon those jagged mountains\n     That gnaw against the hard blue Afghan sky\n   Will soon descend, set free by summer sunshine.Mary grabbed the milk there.You will not see those torrents sweeping by.From this day forward,\n     You must lie still alone; who would not lie\n   Alone for one night only, though returning\n     I was, when earliest dawn should break the sky.Sandra went to the kitchen.Mary went to the hallway.There lies my lute, and many strings are broken,\n     Some one was playing it, and some one tore\n   The silken tassels round my Hookah woven;\n     Some one who plays, and smokes, and loves, no more!Mary went to the bathroom.Some one who took last night his fill of pleasure,\n     As I took mine at dawn!Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.The knife went home\n   Straight through his heart!God only knows my rapture\n     Bathing my chill hands in the warm red foam.This is only loving,\n     Wait till I kill you!John grabbed the football there.John put down the apple.Surely the fault was mine, to love and leave you\n     Even a single night, you are so fair.Cold steel is very cooling to the fervour\n     Of over passionate ones, Beloved, like you.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra went to the office.Not quite unlovely\n     They are as yet, as yet, though quite untrue.John moved to the bathroom.What will your brother say, to-night returning\n     With laden camels homewards to the hills,\n   Finding you dead, and me asleep beside you,", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel went back to the garden.Daniel went to the office.Here on the cot beside you\n     When you, my Heart's Delight, are cold in death.Sandra grabbed the milk there.Sandra put down the milk there.When your young heart and restless lips are silent,\n     Grown chilly, even beneath my burning breath.When I have slowly drawn my knife across you,\n     Taking my pleasure as I see you swoon,\n   I shall sleep sound, worn out by love's last fervour,\n     And then, God grant your kinsmen kill me soon!Daniel went to the hallway.Yasmini\n\n   At night, when Passion's ebbing tide\n     Left bare the Sands of Truth,\n   Yasmini, resting by my side,\n     Spoke softly of her youth.Sandra got the milk there.\"And one\" she said \"was tall and slim,\n     Two crimson rose leaves made his mouth,\n   And I was fain to follow him\n     Down to his village in the South.\"He was to build a hut hard by\n     The stream where palms were growing,\n   We were to live, and love, and lie,\n     And watch the water flowing.Daniel went to the garden.\"Ah, dear, delusive, distant shore,\n     By dreams of futile fancy gilt!Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The riverside we never saw,\n     The palm leaf hut was never built!Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the garden.\"One had a Tope of Mangoe trees,\n     Where early morning, noon and late,\n   The Persian wheels, with patient ease,\n     Brought up their liquid, silver freight.Daniel took the football there.Mary moved to the office.\"And he was fain to rise and reach\n     That garden sloping to the sea,\n   Whose groves along the wave-swept beach\n     Should shelter him and love and me.\"Doubtless, upon that western shore\n     With ripe fruit falling to the ground,\n   There dwells the Peace he hungered for,\n     The lovely Peace we never found.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel dropped the football.Sandra left the milk there.\"Then there came one with eager eyes\n     And keen sword, ready for the fray.Daniel grabbed the football there.He missed the storms of Northern skies,\n     The reckless raid and skirmish gay!Sandra grabbed the milk there.\"He rose from dreams of war's alarms,\n     To make his daggers keen and bright,\n   Desiring, in my very arms,\n     The fiercer rapture of the fight!Daniel went to the kitchen.John travelled to the kitchen.\"He left me soon; too soon, and sought\n     The strongerMary moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel discarded the milk.John went back to the bedroom.News reached me from the Cabul Court,\n     Afterwards nothing; doubtless slain.\"Doubtless his brilliant, haggard eyes,\n     Long since took leave of life and light,\n   And those lithe limbs I used to prize\n     Feasted the jackal and the kite.Almost every hill you top has its still and solitary tarn, and\nalmost every amphitheatre you enter, encompasses its wild and secluded\nlake--not seldom bearing on its placid bosom some little islet, linked\nwith the generations past, by monastic or castellated ruins, as its\nseclusion or its strength may have invited the world-wearied anchorite to\ncontemplation, or the predatory chieftain to defence.On such a remote and lonely spot I lately chanced to alight, in the\ncourse of a long summer day\u2019s ramble among the heights and hollows of\nthat lofty range which for a considerable space abuts upon the borders\nof Sligo and Roscommon.Daniel moved to the kitchen.The ground was previously unknown to me, and\nwith all the zest which novelty and indefiniteness can impart, I started\nstaff in hand with the early sun, and ere the mists had melted from the\npurple heather of their cloud-like summits, was drawing pure and balmy\nbreath within the lonely magnificence of the hills.Mary travelled to the hallway.Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra journeyed to the office.Sandra picked up the milk there.About noon, as I was\ncasting about for some pre-eminently happy spot to fling my length for\nan hour or two\u2019s repose, I reached the crest of a long gradual ascent\nthat had been some time tempting me to look what lay beyond; and surely\nenough I found beauty sufficient to dissolve my weariness, had it been\ntenfold multiplied, and to allay my pulse, had it throbbed with the\nvehemence of fever.Sandra left the milk.An oblong valley girdled a lovely lake on every side;\nhere with precipitous impending cliffs, and there with grassy <DW72>s of\nfreshest emerald that seemed to woo the dimpling waters to lave their\nloving margins, and, as if moved with a like impulse, the little wavelets\nmet the call with the gentle dalliance of their ebb and flow.A small\nwooded island, with its fringe of willows trailing in the water, stood\nabout a furlong from the hither side, and in the centre of its tangled\nbrake, my elevation enabled me to descry what I may call the remnants of\na ruin--for so far had it gone in its decay--here green, there grey, as\nthe moss, the ivy, or the pallid stains of time, had happened to prevail.A wild duck, with its half-fledged clutch, floated fearless from its\nsedgy shore.John went back to the garden.More remote, a fishing heron stood motionless on a stone,\nintent on its expectedDaniel left the apple.Daniel took the apple there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.John took the football there.I watched the old man toiling up\nthe steep, and as he drew nigh, hailed him, as I could not suffer him to\npass without learning at least the name, if it had one, of this miniature\nAmhara.John discarded the football.He readily complied, and placing his fish-basket on the ground,\nseated himself beside it, not unwilling to recover his breath and recruit\nhis scanty stock of strength almost expended in the ascent.John travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the garden.\u201cWe call it,\u201d\nsaid he in answer to my query, \u201cthe Lake of the Ruin, or sometimes, to\nsuch as know the story, the Lake of the Lovers, after the two over whom\nthe tombstone is placed inside yon mouldering walls.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.My grandfather told me, when a child, that he minded his grandfather\ntelling it to him, and for anything he could say, it might have come down\nmuch farther.Daniel moved to the office.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Had I time, I\u2019d be proud to tell it to your honour, who\nseems a stranger in these parts, for it\u2019s not over long; but I have to go\nto the Hall, and that\u2019s five long miles off, with my fish for dinner, and\nlittle time you\u2019ll say I have to spare, though it be down hill nearly all\nthe way.\u201d It would have been too bad to allow such a well-met chronicler\nto pass unpumped, and, putting more faith in the attractions of my pocket\nthan of my person, I produced on the instant my luncheon-case and\nflask, and handing him a handsome half of the contents of the former,\nmade pretty sure of his company for a time, by keeping the latter in my\nown possession till I got him regularly launched in the story, when, to\nquicken at once his recollection and his elocution, I treated him to an\ninspiring draught.John travelled to the kitchen.When he had told his tale, he left me with many thanks\nfor the refection; and I descending to his boat, entered it, and with the\naid of a broken oar contrived to scull myself over to the island, the\nscene of the final fortunes of Connor O\u2019Rourke and Norah M\u2019Diarmod, the\nfaithful-hearted but evil-fated pair who were in some sort perpetuated in\nits name.Mary travelled to the garden.There, in sooth, within the crumbled walls, was the gravestone\nwhich covered the dust of him the brave and her the beautiful; and\nseating myself on the fragment of a sculptured capital, that showed\nhow elaborately reared the ruined edifice had been, I bethought me how\npoorly man\u2019s existence shows even beside the work of his own hands, and\nendeavouredMary dropped the milk.John went back to the garden.Sandra got the milk there.Sandra put down the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra discarded the football.This lake, as my informant told me, once formed a part of the boundary\nbetween the possessions of O\u2019Rourke the Left-handed and M\u2019Diarmod the\nDark-faced, as they were respectively distinguished, two small rival\nchiefs, petty in property but pre-eminent in passion, to whom a most\nmagnificent mutual hatred had been from generations back \u201cbequeathed from\nbleeding sire to son\u201d--a legacy constantly swelled by accruing outrages,\nfor their paramount pursuits were plotting each other\u2019s detriment or\ndestruction, planning or parrying plundering inroads, inflicting or\navenging injuries by open violence or secret subtlety, as seemed more\nlikely to promote their purposes.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra went to the bathroom.Sandra dropped the football.D. S.\n\n  Footnote 1: NOTE.--The shock as to vital force is\n     demonstrated by the fact that when young trees are not\n     trimmed at all their girth increases more rapidly, and they\n     bear fruit sooner.Sandra took the football there.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra discarded the football.Sandra picked up the football there.Daniel went to the hallway.Moreover, when old trees are severely\n     pruned (though not half the proportion of wood is removed)\n     they fail to bear during the next year.John travelled to the kitchen.Sandra left the football.I find that a hemp\n     cord about the size of the stem of a tobacco pipe\n     (one-fourth inch diameter) will soon become imbedded in the\n     bark if firmly tied around a limb, and perhaps this size is\n     more efficient than a thicker cord.Mary went to the office.The black walnut is without doubt the most valuable tree we have for the\nrich lands of the \"corn belt,\" West, and one which is very easily grown\neverywhere if the farmer will only learn how to get it started.Sandra picked up the football there.How few we\nsee growing on our prairies.Mary went back to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.Simply because to have it we must grow\nit from the nuts.Mary grabbed the milk there.John went back to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.It is nearly impossible to transplant black walnut trees\nof any size and have them live; although it is a fact that whenever a\nnon-professional attempts to grow them from the nuts he is almost sure to\nfail, it is also a fact that there is no tree that is more easily grown\nfrom the seed than this, if we only know how to do it.John travelled to the office.It is my purpose in this note to tell how to do it, and also how not to do\nit.Mary discarded the milk.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.In the first instance we will suppose a man lives where he can gather the\nnuts in the woods.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.When the nutsSandra moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the kitchen.He will then go to the\nwoods and gather what nuts he wishes to plant, and plant them at once,\njust as they come from the tree, covering them just out of sight in the\nfurrows.Daniel travelled to the office.Mary moved to the hallway.This is all there is of it; simple, is it not?John went to the kitchen.But it will not do\nto gather a great wagon box full, and let them stand in it until they\nheat, or to throw them in a great heap on the ground and let them lay\nthere until they heat.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the bathroom.It will not do, either, to hull them and let them\nlay in the sun a week or two, or hull them, dry them and keep them until\nspring, and then plant; none of these plans will do if you want trees.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the kitchen.John grabbed the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Of\ncourse if the nuts are hulled and planted at once they will grow; but this\nhulling is entirely unnecessary.John discarded the football.John grabbed the football there.John went back to the bedroom.Besides, the hulls seem to act as a\nspecial manure for the young seedlings, causing them to grow more\nvigorously.Sandra went to the office.Mary moved to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.Next, we will suppose one wishes to plant walnuts where they can not be\nhad from the woods, but must be shipped in.John moved to the office.Mary picked up the milk there.There seems to be only one\nplan by which this can be done safely every time, which is as follows:\nGather the nuts as they fall from the trees--of course when they begin to\nfall naturally all may be shaken down at once--and spread them not over a\nfoot deep, on the bare ground under the shade of trees.Cover out of sight\nwith straw or leaves, with some sticks to hold in place called a \"rot\nheap;\" then after they are frozen and will stay so, they may be shipped in\nbags, boxes, barrels, or in bulk by the car-load, and then, again, placed\nin \"rot heaps,\" as above, until so early in the spring as the soil is in\nworkable condition.Then plant as directed in the fall, except the soil\nshould be firmly packed around the nuts.Keep free from weeds by good\ncultivation, and in due time you will have a splendid grove.There was an immense crop of walnuts in this district last fall, and\nthousands of bushels were put up carefully, in this way, all ready for\nshipment before the weather became warm; many more thousands were planted\nto grow seedlings from, for, notwithstanding the walnut transplants poorly\nwhen of considerable size, the one year seedlings transplant with as\nlittle loss as the average trees.There is no tree better adapted for planting to secure timber claims with\nthan the black walnut,Sandra got the apple there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the office.Sandra left the apple.John moved to the bedroom.John discarded the football there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "For this purpose the land should be plowed deeply, then harrowed to\nfineness and firmness, and furrowed out in rows four, six, eight, or ten\nfeet apart.Daniel grabbed the football there.It is best to plant\nthickly in the rows, then if too thick they can be thinned out,\ntransplanting the thinnings, or selling them to the neighbors.John travelled to the office.They should\nbe thoroughly cultivated, until large enough to shade the ground, and\nthinned out as necessary as they grow larger.A walnut grove thoroughly\ncultivated the first ten years will grow at least twenty feet high, while\none not cultivated at all would only grow two to three feet in that time.WIER., LACON, ILL.Mary moved to the garden.Mary got the apple there.Why can not Illinois have an Arbor Day as well as Nebraska, or any other\nState.John went to the hallway.Mary dropped the apple.There ought to be ten millions of trees planted the coming spring\nwithin its borders--saying nothing of orchard trees--by the roadside, on\nlawns, for shade, for wind breaks, for shelter, for mechanical purposes,\nand for climatic amelioration.At that sound their necks they bent,\nAnd when their looks were lifted up to me,\nStraightway their eyes, before all moist within,\nDistill'd upon their lips, and the frost bound\nThe tears betwixt those orbs and held them there.Plank unto plank hath never cramp clos'd up\nSo stoutly.Daniel discarded the football.Whence like two enraged goats\nThey clash'd together; them such fury seiz'd.And one, from whom the cold both ears had reft,\nExclaim'd, still looking downward: \"Why on us\nDost speculate so long?If thou wouldst know\nWho are these two, the valley, whence his wave\nBisenzio <DW72>s, did for its master own\nTheir sire Alberto, and next him themselves.They from one body issued; and throughout\nCaina thou mayst search, nor find a shade\nMore worthy in congealment to be fix'd,\nNot him, whose breast and shadow Arthur's land\nAt that one blow dissever'd, not Focaccia,\nNo not this spirit, whose o'erjutting head\nObstructs my onward view: he bore the name\nOf Mascheroni: Tuscan if thou be,\nWell knowest who he was: and to cut short\nAll further question, in my form behold\nWhat once was Camiccione.I await\nCarlino here my kinsman, whose deep guilt\nShall wash out mine.\"Mary moved to the bedroom.A thousand visages\nThen mark'd I, which the keen and eager cold\nHad shap'd into a doggish grin; whence creeps\nA shiv'ring horror o'er me, at the thought\nOf those frore shallows.Daniel grabbed the football there.While we journey'd on\nToward the middle, at whose point unites\nAll heavy substance, and I trembling went\nThrough that eternal chillness, I know not\nIf will itDaniel went to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.Sandra picked up the apple there.weeping, he exclaim'd,\n\"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge\nFor Montaperto, wherefore troublest me?\"Daniel dropped the football.Sandra discarded the apple.John got the football there.I thus: \"Instructor, now await me here,\nThat I through him may rid me of my doubt.Sandra got the apple there.John went to the bathroom.The teacher paus'd,\nAnd to that shade I spake, who bitterly\nStill curs'd me in his wrath.Mary journeyed to the garden.\"What art thou, speak,\nThat railest thus on others?\"He replied:\n\"Now who art thou, that smiting others' cheeks\nThrough Antenora roamest, with such force\nAs were past suff'rance, wert thou living still?\"Sandra dropped the apple.\"And I am living, to thy joy perchance,\"\nWas my reply, \"if fame be dear to thee,\nThat with the rest I may thy name enrol.\"\"The contrary of what I covet most,\"\nSaid he, \"thou tender'st: hence; nor vex me more.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Sandra got the apple there.Daniel travelled to the garden.Ill knowest thou to flatter in this vale.\"Daniel moved to the bedroom.John dropped the football.Then seizing on his hinder scalp, I cried:\n\"Name thee, or not a hair shall tarry here.\"\"Rend all away,\" he answer'd, \"yet for that\nI will not tell nor show thee who I am,\nThough at my head thou pluck a thousand times.\"Sandra left the apple.Now I had grasp'd his tresses, and stript off\nMore than one tuft, he barking, with his eyes\nDrawn in and downward, when another cried,\n\"What ails thee, Bocca?Sound not loud enough\nThy chatt'ring teeth, but thou must bark outright?--\"Now,\" said I, \"be dumb,\nAccursed traitor!John grabbed the football there.to thy shame of thee\nTrue tidings will I bear.\"Daniel got the apple there.John left the football.--\"Off,\" he replied,\n\"Tell what thou list; but as thou escape from hence\nTo speak of him whose tongue hath been so glib,\nForget not: here he wails the Frenchman's gold.'Him of Duera,' thou canst say, 'I mark'd,\nWhere the starv'd sinners pine.'Daniel discarded the apple.If thou be ask'd\nWhat other shade was with them, at thy side\nIs Beccaria, whose red gorge distain'd\nThe biting axe of Florence.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.Farther on,\nIf I misdeem not, Soldanieri bides,\nWith Ganellon, and Tribaldello, him\nWho op'd Faenza when the people slept.\"Daniel travelled to the hallway.We now had left him, passing on our way,\nWhen I beheld two spirits by the ice\nPent in one hollow, that the head of one\nWas cowl unto the other; and as", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Not more furiously\nOn Menalippus' temples Tydeus gnaw'd,\nThan on that skull and on its garbage he.\"O thou who show'st so beastly sign of hate\n'Gainst him thou prey'st on, let me hear,\" said I\n\"The cause, on such condition, that if right\nWarrant thy grievance, knowing who ye are,\nAnd what the colour of his sinning was,\nI may repay thee in the world above,\nIf that, wherewith I speak be moist so long.\"CANTO XXXIII\n\nHIS jaws uplifting from their fell repast,\nThat sinner wip'd them on the hairs o' th' head,\nWhich he behind had mangled, then began:\n\"Thy will obeying, I call up afresh\nSorrow past cure, which but to think of wrings\nMy heart, or ere I tell on't.Mary moved to the hallway.But if words,\nThat I may utter, shall prove seed to bear\nFruit of eternal infamy to him,\nThe traitor whom I gnaw at, thou at once\nShalt see me speak and weep.Daniel took the milk there.Who thou mayst be\nI know not, nor how here below art come:\nBut Florentine thou seemest of a truth,\nWhen I do hear thee.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Know I was on earth\nCount Ugolino, and th' Archbishop he\nRuggieri.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.Why I neighbour him so close,\nNow list.That through effect of his ill thoughts\nIn him my trust reposing, I was ta'en\nAnd after murder'd, need is not I tell.What therefore thou canst not have heard, that is,\nHow cruel was the murder, shalt thou hear,\nAnd know if he have wrong'd me.Sandra dropped the apple there.A small grate\nWithin that mew, which for my sake the name\nOf famine bears, where others yet must pine,\nAlready through its opening sev'ral moons\nHad shown me, when I slept the evil sleep,\nThat from the future tore the curtain off.Daniel put down the milk there.This one, methought, as master of the sport,\nRode forth to chase the gaunt wolf and his whelps\nUnto the mountain, which forbids the sight\nOf Lucca to the Pisan.With lean brachs\nInquisitive and keen, before him rang'd\nLanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi.After short course the father and the sons\nSeem'd tir'd and lagging, and methought I saw\nThe sharp tusks gore their sides.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel dropped the milk.When I awoke\nBefore the dawn, amid their sleep I heard\nMy sons (for they were with me) weep and ask\nFor bread.Right cruel art thou, if no pang\nThou feel at thinking what my heart foretold;\nAnd if not now, why use thy tears to flow?Now had they waken'd; and the hour drew near\nWhen they were wont to bring us food; the mind\nOf each misgave him through his dream", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "I wept not: so all stone I felt within.They wept: and one, my little Anslem, cried:\n\"Thou lookest so!Mary journeyed to the office.Mary moved to the bedroom.Yet\nI shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day\nNor the next night, until another sun\nCame out upon the world.Daniel moved to the bedroom.\"Any minute now,\" she replied, and in this she was not deceiving them,\nalthough she did not intend to volunteer any information which might\nembarrass either Wayland or herself.Daniel travelled to the garden.Daniel went to the kitchen.John journeyed to the office.It's romantic enough to be the\nback-drop in a Bret Harte play.Mary went to the office.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.\"I know a Norcross, a Michigan lumberman,\nVice-President of the Association.John grabbed the apple there.Mary travelled to the garden.Is he, by any chance, a relative?\"Daniel went to the hallway.\"Only a father,\" retorted Wayland, with a smile.Sandra went back to the garden.\"But don't hold me\nresponsible for anything he has done.John dropped the apple there.John went back to the bathroom.Mary picked up the milk there.And what is the son of W. W.\nNorcross doing out here in the Forest Service?\"Sandra went to the bathroom.Mary discarded the milk.The change in her father's tone was not lost upon Siona, who ceased her\nbanter and studied the young man with deeper interest, while Mrs.Mary moved to the kitchen.Belden,\ndetecting some restraint in Berrie's tone, renewed her questioning:\n\"Where did you camp last night?\"\"I don't see how the horses got away.There's a pasture here, for we rode\nright through it.\"Sandra went to the garden.Berrie was aware that each moment of delay in explaining the situation\nlooked like evasion, and deepened the significance of her predicament,\nand yet she could not bring herself to the task of minutely accounting\nfor her time during the last two days.We're\ngoing into camp at the mouth of the West Fork,\" he said, as he rose.Daniel moved to the kitchen.\"Tell Tony and the Supervisor that we want to line out that timber at the\nearliest possible moment.\"John travelled to the hallway.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel went to the bathroom.Siona, who was now distinctly coquetting with Wayland, held out her hand.Mary went to the garden.Mary moved to the bedroom.Mary went to the garden.\"I hope you'll find time to come up and see us.Daniel went to the kitchen.I know we have other\nmutual friends, if we had time to get at them.\"John went back to the kitchen.I'm not at all\nsure that I shall have a moment's leave; but I will call if I can\npossibly do so.\"John travelled to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the milk there.They started off at last without having learned in detail anything of the\nintimate relationship into which the Supervisor's daughter and young\nNorcross had been thrown, and Mrs.Sandra went to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Belden was still so much in the dark\nthat she called to Berrie: \"I'm going to send word to Cliff that you are\nover here.Mary grabbed the apple there.He'll be crazy to come the minute he finds it out.\"John took the milk there.\"That would be pleasant,\" he said, smilingly.On the contrary, she remained very\ngrave.\"I wish that old tale-bearer had kept away.She's going to make\ntrouble for us all.And that girl, isn't she a spectacle?Mary travelled to the office.She seems a very nice, sprightly person.\"Mary discarded the apple.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Why does she go\naround with her sleeves rolled up that way, and--and her dress open at\nthe throat?\"\"Oh, those are the affectations of the moment.John dropped the milk.She wants to look tough\nand boisterous.That's the fad with all the girls, just now.It's only a\nharmless piece of foolishness.\"She could not tell him how deeply she resented his ready tone of\ncamaraderie with the other girl; but she was secretly suffering.Daniel travelled to the office.It hurt\nher to think that he could forget his aches and be so free and easy with\na stranger at a moment's notice.John picked up the milk there.Under the influence of that girl's smile\nhe seemed to have quite forgotten his exhaustion and his pain.Sandra went back to the kitchen.It was\nwonderful how cheerful he had been while she was in sight.Sandra grabbed the football there.In all this Berrie did him an injustice.He had been keenly conscious,\nduring every moment of the time, not only of his bodily ills, but of\nBerrie, and he had kept a brave face in order that he might prevent\nfurther questioning on the part of a malicious girl.John left the milk.It was his only way\nof being heroic.John took the milk there.Now that the crisis was passed he was quite as much of a\nwreck as ever.\"I hope they won't happen to meet father on the\ntrail.\"Sandra discarded the football.\"Perhaps I should go with them and warn him.\"Sandra took the football there.\"Oh, it doesn't matter,\" she wearily answered.Belden will\nnever rest till she finds out just where we've been, and just what we've\ndone.John moved to the kitchen.He understood her fear, and yet he was unable to comfort her in the only\nway she could be comforted.That brief encounter with Siona Moore--a girl\nof his own world--had made all thought of marriage with Berea suddenly\nabsurd.Without losing in any degree the sense of gratitude he felt for\nher protecting care, and with full acknowledgment of her heroic support\nof his faltering feet, he revolted from putting into words a proposal of\nmarriage.Sandra left the apple.\"I love her,\" he confessed to himself, \"and she is a dear,\nbrave girl; but I do not love her as a man should love the woman he is to\nmarry.\"Berea sensed the change in\nhis attitude, and traced it to the influence", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went to the office.After a pause, something of his old self came back into his blue eyes as\nhe sadly hitched up his braces and passed them over his broad shoulders.Mary went to the bathroom.\"Yes, sir, I was a fool, for we've lost the only bit of real sensation\nnews that ever came in the way of the 'Clarion.'\"A JACK AND JILL OF THE SIERRAS\n\n\nIt was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the hottest hour of the day\non that Sierran foothill.The western sun, streaming down the mile-long\n<DW72> of close-set pine crests, had been caught on an outlying ledge of\nglaring white quartz, covered with mining tools and debris, and\nseemed to have been thrown into an incandescent rage.Sandra moved to the kitchen.The air above it\nshimmered and became visible.A white canvas tent on it was an object\nnot to be borne; the steel-tipped picks and shovels, intolerable to\ntouch and eyesight, and a tilted tin prospecting pan, falling over,\nflashed out as another sun of insufferable effulgence.John went to the bathroom.At such moments\nthe five members of the \"Eureka Mining Company\" prudently withdrew to\nthe nearest pine-tree, which cast a shadow so sharply defined on the\nglistening sand that the impingement of a hand or finger beyond that\nline cut like a knife.The men lay, or squatted, in this shadow,\nfeverishly puffing their pipes and waiting for the sun to slip beyond\nthe burning ledge.Yet so irritating was the dry air, fragrant with the\naroma of the heated pines, that occasionally one would start up and walk\nabout until he had brought on that profuse perspiration which gave\na momentary relief, and, as he believed, saved him from sunstroke.Suddenly a voice exclaimed querulously:--\n\n\"Derned if the blasted bucket ain't empty ag'in!Daniel went back to the hallway.Not a drop left, by\nJimminy!\"A stare of helpless disgust was exchanged by the momentarily uplifted\nheads; then every man lay down again, as if trying to erase himself.\"I did,\" said a reflective voice coming from a partner lying comfortably\non his back, \"and if anybody reckons I'm going to face Tophet ag'in\ndown that <DW72>, he's mistaken!\"The speaker was thirsty--but he had\nprinciples.Daniel picked up the milk there.\"We must throw round for it,\" said the foreman, taking the dice from his\npocket.Sandra grabbed the football there.John travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.He cast; the lowest number fell to Parkhurst, a florid, full-blooded\nTexan.Mary picked up the apple there.\"All right, gentlemen,\" he said, wiping his forehead, and lifting\nthe tin pail with a resigned air, \"only EF anything comes to me on that\nbare stretch o' stage road,--and I'm kinder seein' things spotty and\nblack now, remember you ain't anywhar NEARER the water than you were!I", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra grabbed the football there.Sandra discarded the football.Cries of \"Good old Ned,\" and \"Hunky boy!\"greeted him as he took the\npail from the perspiring Parkhurst, who at once lay down again.Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra grabbed the football there.\"You\nmayn't be a professin' Christian, in good standin', Ned Bray,\" continued\nParkhurst from the ground, \"but you're about as white as they make 'em,\nand you're goin' to do a Heavenly Act!I repeat it, gents--a Heavenly\nAct!\"Mary travelled to the kitchen.Without a reply Bray walked off with the pail, stopping only in the\nunderbrush to pluck a few soft fronds of fern, part of which he put\nwithin the crown of his hat, and stuck the rest in its band around\nthe outer brim, making a parasol-like shade above his shoulders.Sandra went to the bathroom.Sandra dropped the football.Thus\nequipped he passed through the outer fringe of pines to a rocky trail\nwhich began to descend towards the stage road.Sandra took the football there.Here he was in the\nfull glare of the sun and its reflection from the heated rocks, which\nscorched his feet and pricked his bent face into a rash.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The descent was\nsteep and necessarily slow from the slipperiness of the desiccated pine\nneedles that had fallen from above.Sandra discarded the football.Sandra picked up the football there.Daniel went to the hallway.John travelled to the kitchen.Nor were his troubles over when,\na few rods further, he came upon the stage road, which here swept in\na sharp curve round the flank of the mountain, its red dust, ground by\nheavy wagons and pack-trains into a fine powder, was nevertheless so\nheavy with some metallic substance that it scarcely lifted with the\nfoot, and he was obliged to literally wade through it.Sandra left the football.Yet there were\ntwo hundred yards of this road to be passed before he could reach\nthat point of its bank where a narrow and precipitous trail dropped\ndiagonally from it, to creep along the mountain side to the spring he\nwas seeking.Mary went to the office.Sandra picked up the football there.When he reached the trail, he paused to take breath and wipe the\nblinding beads of sweat from his eyes before he cautiously swung\nhimself over the bank into it.Mary went back to the bedroom.John travelled to the bathroom.A single misstep here would have sent him\nheadlong to the tops of pine-trees a thousand feet below.Mary grabbed the milk there.Holding his\npail in one hand, with the other he steadied himself by clutching the\nferns and brambles at his side, and at last reached the spring--a niche\nin the mountain side with a ledge scarcely four feet wide.John went back to the hallway.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.He had merely\naccomplished the ordinary gymnastic feat performed by the members of the\nEureka Company four or five times a dayJohn travelled to the office.Mary discarded the milk.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the bathroom.He held his wrists to cool their throbbing pulses in the clear,\ncold stream that gurgled into its rocky basin; he threw the water over\nhis head and shoulders; he swung his legs over the ledge and let the\noverflow fall on his dusty shoes and ankles.Gentle and delicious rigors\ncame over him.He sat with half closed eyes looking across the dark\nolive depths of the canyon between him and the opposite mountain.John took the milk there.A hawk\nwas swinging lazily above it, apparently within a stone's throw of him;\nhe knew it was at least a mile away.Sandra moved to the hallway.Sandra grabbed the football there.Thirty feet above him ran the stage\nroad; he could hear quite distinctly the slow thud of hoofs, the dull\njar of harness, and the labored creaking of the Pioneer Coach as it\ncrawled up the long ascent, part of which he had just passed.He thought\nof it,--a slow drifting cloud of dust and heat, as he had often seen\nit, abandoned by even its passengers, who sought shelter in the wayside\npines as they toiled behind it to the summit,--and hugged himself in\nthe grateful shadows of the spring.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.It had passed out of hearing and\nthought, he had turned to fill his pail, when he was startled by a\nshower of dust and gravel from the road above, and the next moment he\nwas thrown violently down, blinded and pinned against the ledge by the\nfall of some heavy body on his back and shoulders.Sandra put down the football.The height of the three upper storeys seems to have been ascertained\nwith sufficient correctness to be 15 feet each, or 45 feet together.Unfortunately no excavation was undertaken to ascertain the height of\nthe lowest and most important storey.John moved to the bedroom.Sir Henry Rawlinson assumes it at\n26; and I have ventured to make it 45, from the analogy of the tomb of\nCyrus and the temple at Mugheyr.Mary journeyed to the hallway.John dropped the milk.The height of the two intermediate\nstoreys, instead of being 22 feet 6 inches, as we might expect, was 26,\nwhich seems to have resulted from some adjustment due to the chambers\nwhich ranged along their walls on two sides.Mary travelled to the bathroom.The exact form and\ndimensions of these chambers were not ascertained, which is very much to\nbe regretted, as they seem the counterpart of those which surrounded\nSolomon\u2019s Temple and the Viharas in India, and are consequently among\nthe most interesting peculiarities of this building.Mary moved to the kitchen.No attempt was made to investigate the design of the upper storey,\nthough it does not seem that it would be difficult to do so, as\nfragments of its vaulted roof are strewed about the base of the\ntower-like fragment that remains, from which a restoration might be\neffected by any one accustomed to such investigations.[71] What we do\nknow is that it was the cella or sanctuary of the temple.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.[72] There\nprobably alsoDaniel travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "This temple, as we know from the decipherment of the cylinders which\nwere found on its angles, was dedicated to the seven planets or heavenly\nspheres, and we find it consequently adorned with the colours of each.The lower, which was also richly panelled, was black, the colour of\nSaturn; the next, orange, the colour of Jupiter; the third, red,\nemblematic of Mars; the fourth, yellow, belonging to the sun; the fifth\nand sixth, green and blue respectively, as dedicated to Venus and\nMercury; and the upper probably white, that being the colour belonging\nto the Moon, whose place in the Chaldean system would be uppermost.Access to each of these storeys was obtained by stairs, probably\narranged as shown in the plan; these have crumbled away or been removed,\nthough probably traces of them might still have been found if the\nexplorations had been more complete.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Another temple of the same class was exhumed at Khorsabad about twenty\nyears ago by M. Place.Daniel went back to the bathroom.It consisted, like the one at Borsippa, of seven\nstoreys, but, in this instance, each was placed concentrically on the\none below it: and instead of stairs on the sloping face, a ramp wound\nround the tower, as we are told was the case with the temple of Belus at\nBabylon.The four lower storeys are still perfect: each of them is\nrichly panelled and  as above mentioned, and in some parts even\nthe parapet of the ramp still remains _in situ_.The three upper storeys\nare gone, but may be easily restored from those below, as was done by M.\nPlace, as shown in the annexed woodcut.According to him, it was an\nobservatory, and had no cella on its summit.If this was the case it was\na Semitic temple, and belongs to a quite different religion from that\nwhose temples we have been describing.John journeyed to the garden.But unfortunately there is no\ndirect evidence to determine whether it had such a chamber or not.My\nown impressions on the subject are decidedly at variance with those of\nM. Place, but until some bas-reliefs are discovered containing\nrepresentations of these temples and of their cells, we shall probably\nhardly ever know exactly what the form of the crowning member really\nwas.From the imitations in modern times we seem to see dimly that it\nwas conical, and possibly curvilinear.The dimensions of this tower at\nKhorsabad were, 150 feet square at the base and 135 high from the\npavement to the platform on its summit.Its base, however, was at a\nconsiderable elevation above the plain, so that when seen from below it\nmust have been an imposing object.Daniel went back to the hallway.Observatory at Khorsabad, from Places \u2018Ninive et\nl\u2019Assyrie.\u2019 Scale 50 ft.The inscriptions at Borsippa and elsewhere mention other temples of the\nsame class, and no doubt those of Babylon were more magnificent than any\nwe have yet foundMary moved to the bedroom.Daniel left the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The Mujelib\u00e9, described by Rich, and afterwards explored without success\nby Layard, is probably the base of the great temple of Belus described\nby the Greeks; but even its dimensions can now hardly be ascertained, so\ncompletely is it ruined.It seems, however, to be a parallelogram of\nabout 600 feet square,[73] and rising to a height of about 140 feet; but\nno trace of the upper storeys exist, nor indeed anything which would\nenable us to speak with certainty of the form of the basement itself.If\nthis is the height of the basement, however, analogy would lead us to\ninfer that the six storeys rose to a height of about 450 feet; and with\nthe ziggurah or sikra on their summit, the whole height may very well\nhave been the stadium mentioned by Strabo.[74]\n\nAs before mentioned, p.Sandra picked up the football there.158, we have fortunately in the tomb of Cyrus at\nPasargad\u00e6 (Woodcuts Nos.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.84-86) a stone copy of these temples; in this\ninstance, however, so small that it can hardly be considered as more\nthan a model, but not the less instructive on that account.John went to the garden.Mary went back to the bathroom.Like the\nBirs Nimroud, the pyramid consists of six storeys: the three upper of\nequal height, in this instance 23\u00bd inches; the next two are equal to\neach other, and, as in the Birs Nimroud, in the ratio of 26 to 15, or 41\ninches.Mary went back to the kitchen.John travelled to the bathroom.The basement is equal to the three upper put together, or 5 ft.9 in., making a total of 18 ft.[75] The height of the cella is\nequal to the height of the basement, but this may be owing to the small\nsize of the whole edifice, it being necessary to provide a chamber of a\ngiven dimension for the sepulchre.Mary travelled to the garden.Unlike the Fox, the Raccoon is at home in a tree, which is the usual\nrefuge when danger is near, and not being very swift of foot, it is\nwell that it possesses this climbing ability.According to Hallock,\nthe <DW53>s' abode is generally in a hollow tree, oak or chestnut, and\nwhen the \"juvenile farmer's son comes across a _Coon tree_, he is\nnot long in making known his discovery to friends and neighbors, who\nforthwith assemble at the spot to secure it.\"Daniel moved to the kitchen.The \"sport\" is in no\nsense agreeable from a humane point of view, and we trust it will cease\nto be regarded as such by those who indulge in it.Sandra grabbed the apple there.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.\"The Raccoon makes a\nheroic struggle and often puts many of his assailants _hors de combat_\nfor many a day, his jaws being strong and his claws sharp.\"John went to the hallway.The young ones are generally from four to eight, pretty little\ncreatures at first and about as large as half-Daniel travelled to the garden.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "They are very\nplayful, soon become docile and tame, but at the first chance will\nwander off to the woods and not return.The <DW53> is a night animal and\nnever travels by day; sometimes it is said, being caught at morning far\nfrom its tree and being unable to return thither, it will spend the\nhours of daylight snugly coiled up among the thickest foliage of some\nlofty tree-top.Sandra moved to the bathroom.It is adroit in its attempts to baffle Dogs, and will\noften enter a brook and travel for some distance in the water, thus\npuzzling and delaying its pursuers.A good sized Raccoon will weigh from fifteen to twenty pounds.The curiosity of the Raccoon is one of its most interesting\ncharacteristics.It will search every place of possible concealment for\nfood, examine critically any object of interest, will rifle a pocket,\nstand upright and watch every motion of man or animal, and indeed show\na marked desire for all sorts of knowledge.Raccoons are apparently\nhappy in captivity when properly cared for by their keepers.Mary picked up the milk there.Their Number and Variety is Increasing Instead of Diminishing.Whether in consequence of the effective working of the Wild Birds'\nCharter or of other unknown causes, there can be no doubt in the\nminds of observant lovers of our feathered friends that of late years\nthere has been a great and gratifying increase in their numbers in\nand around London, especially so, of course, in the vicinity of the\nbeautiful open spaces which do such beneficent work silently in this\nprovince of houses.But even in long, unlovely streets, far removed\nfrom the rich greenery of the parks, the shabby parallelograms, by\ncourtesy styled gardens, are becoming more and more frequently visited\nby such pretty shy songsters as Linnets, Blackbirds, Thrushes, and\nFinches, who, though all too often falling victims to the predatory\nCat, find abundant food in these cramped enclosures.Naturally some\nsuburbs are more favored than others in this respect, notably Dulwich,\nwhich, though fast losing its beautiful character under the ruthless\ngrip of the builder, still retains some delightful nooks where one may\noccasionally hear the Nightingale's lovely song in its season.But the most noticable additions to the bird population of London have\nbeen among the Starlings.Their quaint gabble and peculiar minor\nwhistle may now be heard in the most unexpected localities.Even\nthe towering mansions which have replaced so many of the slums of\nWestminster find favor in their eyes, for among the thick clustering\nchimneys which crown these great buildings their slovenly nests may be\nfound in large numbers.In some districts they are so numerous that the\nirrepressible Sparrow, true London gamin that he is, finds himself in\nconsiderable danger of being crowded out.Mary picked up the apple there.This is perhaps most evident\non the sequestered lawns of some of the inns of the court, Gray's Inn\nSquare, for instance, where hundreds of Starlings at a time may now\nbe observed busily trottingMary moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John went to the bedroom.Several long streets come to mind where not a house is without its pair\nor more of Starlings, who continue faithful to their chosen roofs, and\nwhose descendants settle near as they grow up, well content with their\nsurroundings.House Martins, too, in spite of repeated efforts on the\npart of irritated landlords to drive them away by destroying their\nnests on account of the disfigurement to the front of the dwelling,\npersist in returning year after year and rebuilding their ingenious\nlittle mud cells under the eaves of the most modern suburban villas or\nterrace houses.John moved to the garden.--_Pall Mall Gazette._\n\n\n\n\n  [Illustration: From col.Copyright by\n                 Nature Study Pub.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.The Pigmy Antelopes present examples of singular members of the family,\nin that they are of exceedingly diminutive size, the smallest being\nno larger than a large Rat, dainty creatures indeed.The Pigmy is an\ninhabitant of South Africa, and its habits are said to be quite similar\nto those of its brother of the western portion of North America.Sandra moved to the hallway.The Antelope is a very wary animal, but the sentiment of curiosity\nis implanted so strongly in its nature that it often leads it to\nreconnoitre too closely some object which it cannot clearly make out,\nand its investigations are pursued until \"the dire answer to all\ninquiries is given by the sharp'spang' of the rifle and the answering\n'spat' as the ball strikes the beautiful creatures flank.\"The Pigmy\nAntelope is not hunted, however, as is its larger congener, and may\nbe considered rather as a diminutive curiosity of Natures' delicate\nworkmanship than as the legitimate prey of man.Sandra got the football there.No sooner had the twilight settled over the island than new bird voices\ncalled from the hills about us.The birds of the day were at rest, and\ntheir place was filled with the night denizens of the island.Sandra put down the football.They\ncame from the dark recesses of the forests, first single stragglers,\nincreased by midnight to a stream of eager birds, passing to and fro\nfrom the sea.The third, to lead my thoughts in order, beginning by the most simple\nobjects, and the easiest to be known; to rise by little and little, as\nby steps, even to the knowledg of the most mixt; and even supposing an\nOrder among those which naturally doe not precede one the other.And the last, to make every where such exact calculations, and such\ngenerall reviews, That I might be confident to have omitted Nothing.Those long chains of reasons, (though simple and easie) which the\nGeometricians commonly use to lead us to their most difficult\ndemonstrations, gave me occasion to imagine, That all things which may\nfall under the knowledg of Men, follow one the other in the same manner,\nand so we doe only abstain from receiving any one for true, which is not\nso, and observe alwayes the right order of deducing them one from the", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Neither was I much\ntroubled to seek by which it behooved me to begin, for I already knew,\nthat it was by the most simple, and the easiest to be discern'd.John grabbed the milk there.But\nconsidering, that amongst all those who formerly have sought the Truth\nin Learning, none but the Mathematicians only could finde any\ndemonstrations, that's to say, any certain and evident reasons.John left the milk.Sandra took the milk there.I\ndoubted not, but that it was by the same that they have examin'd;\nalthough I did hope for no other profit, but only that they would\naccustome my Minde to nourish it self with Truths, and not content it\nself with false Reasons.Sandra moved to the kitchen.But for all this, I never intended to endevour\nto learn all those particular Sciences which we commonly call'd\nMathematicall; And perceiving, that although their objects were\ndifferent, yet did they nevertheless agree altogether, in that they\nconsider no other thing, but the divers relations or proportions which\nare found therein; I thought it therefore better to examine those\nproportions in generall, and without supporting them but in those\nsubjects, which might the more easily serve to bring me to the knowledg\nof them.Sandra put down the milk.But withall, without any wayes limiting them, That I might\nafterwards the better sit them to all others whereto they might be\napplyed.John journeyed to the office.Having also observ'd, That to know them, it would be sometimes\nneedfull for me to consider every one in particular, or sometimes only\nto restrain them, or comprehend many together; I thought, that to\nconsider them the better in particular I ought to suppose them in\nlines, for as much as I find nothing more simple, nor which I could more\ndistinctly represent to my imagination, and to my sences; But to hold or\ncomprehend many in one, I was oblig'd to explain them by certain Cyphers\nthe shortest I possibly could, and that I should thereby borrow the best\nof the Geometricall Analysis, and of Algebra, & so correct all the\ndefects of the one by the other.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.As in effect I dare say, That the exact observation of those few\nprecepts I had chosen, gave me such a facility to resolve all the\nquestions whereto these two sciences extend; That in two or three months\nspace which I employed in the examination of them, having begun by the\nmost simple and most generall, and every Truth which I found being a\nrule which afterwards served me to discover others; I did not only\ncompasse divers truths which I had formerly judged most difficult, But\nme thought also that towards the end I could determin even in those\nwhich I was ignorant of, by what means and how farr it was possible to\nresolve them.John went back to the kitchen.Wherein perhaps I shall not appear to be very vain if you\nconsider, That there being but one truth of every thing, who ever finds\nit, knows as much of it as one can know; And that for example a child\ninstructed", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the kitchen.In a word the method which teacheth to\nfolow a right order, and exactly to enumerate all the circumstances of\nwhat we seek, contains, whatsoever ascertains the rules of Arithmatick.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went to the office.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.But that which pleas'd me most in this Method was the assurance I had,\nwholly to use my reason, if not perfectly, at least as much as it was in\nmy power; Besides this, I perceived in the practice of it, my minde by\nlittle and little accustom'd it self to conceive its objects more\nclearly and distinctly; and having not subjected it to any particular\nmatter, I promised my self to apply it also as profitable to the\ndifficulties, of other sciences as I had to Algebra: Not that I\ntherefore durst at first undertake to examine all which might present\nthemselves, for that were contrary to the order it prescribes.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John went back to the kitchen.Daniel went back to the office.John went to the bedroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.But\nhaving observ'd that all their principles were to be borrowed from\nPhilosophy, in which I had yet found none that were certain, I thought\nit were needfull for me in the first place to endevor to establish some,\nand that this being the most important thing in the world, wherein\nprecipitation and prevention were the most to be feared, I should not\nundertake to performe it, till I had attain'd to a riper Age then XXIII.Sandra went back to the office.Before I had formerly employed a long time in\npreparing my self thereunto, aswel in rooting out of my minde all the\nill opinions I had before that time received, as in getting a stock of\nexperience to serve afterwards for the subject of my reasonings, and in\nexercising my self always in the Method I had prescribed.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel picked up the football there.Mary went back to the garden.That I might\nthe more and more confine my self therein.Mary got the apple there.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel left the football.But as it is not enough to pull down the house where we dwell, before we\nbegin to re-edify it, and to make provision of materials and architects,\nor performe that office our selves; nor yet to have carefully laid the\ndesign of it; but we must also have provided our selves of some other\nplace of abode during the time of the rebuilding: So that I might not\nremain irresolute in my actions, while reason would oblige me to be so\nin my judgments, and that I might continue to live the most happily I\ncould, I form'd for my own use in the interim a Moral, which consisted\nbut of three or four Maximes, which I shall communicate unto you.Mary journeyed to the office.Mary went back to the garden.Mary moved to the kitchen.Mary moved to the bedroom.The first was to obey the lawes and customes of my Country, constantly\nadhaering to that Religion wherein by the grace of God I had from mine", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John took the apple there.\"You see, Doctor,\" interrupted Carmen, \"the brain which you were\ncutting up the other day did not make poor Yorick's mind and thought,\nbut his mind made the brain.\"John dropped the apple.The doctor smiled and shook a warning finger at the girl.Daniel went back to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.\"The body,\" resumed Hitt, \"is a manifestation of the human mind's\nactivity.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the garden.What constitutes the difference between a bird and a steam\nengine?John dropped the apple.This, in part: the engine is made by human hands from without;\nthe bird makes itself, that is, its body, from within.But the ignorant human mind--ignorant _per se_--falls\na slave to its own creation, the mental concept which it calls its\nphysical body, and which it pampers and pets and loves, until it can\ncling to it no longer, because the mental concept, not being based on\nany real principle, is forced to pass away, having nothing but false\nthought to sustain it.\"\"But now,\" interposed Haynerd, who was again waxing impatient, \"just\nwhat is the practical application of all this abstruse reasoning?\"John took the apple there.John dropped the apple.\"The very greatest imaginable, my friend,\" replied Hitt.And so matter can not become non-existent _unless it\nis already nothing_!Daniel travelled to the office.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.The world is beginning to recognize the\ntremendous fact that from nothing nothing can be made.Very well,\nsince the law of the conservation of energy seems to be established as\nregards energy _in toto_, why, we must conclude that there is no such\nthing as _annihilation_.John got the apple there.And that means that _there is no such thing\nas absolute creation_!Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel took the milk there.The shadow\nnever was real, and does not exist.And so creation becomes unfolding,\nor revelation, or development, of what already exists, and has always\nexisted, and always will exist.Therefore, if matter, and all it\nincludes as concomitants, evil, sin, sickness, accident, chance, lack,\nand death, is based upon unreal, false thought, then it can all be\nremoved, put out of consciousness, by a knowledge of truth and a\nreversal of our accustomed human thought-processes.\"John discarded the apple.John moved to the kitchen.\"And that,\" said Carmen, \"is salvation.Daniel left the milk there.It is based on righteousness,\nwhich is right-thinking, thinking true thoughts, and thinking truly.\"Daniel went back to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the garden.\"And knowing,\" added Hitt, \"that evil, including matter, is the\nsuppositional opposite of truth.Mary got the football there.The doctrine of materialism has been\nutterly disproved even by the physicists themselves.Mary discarded the football.For physicists\nhave at last agreed that inertia is the great essential propertyJohn journeyed to the bathroom.Daniel travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John moved to the hallway.Sandra went to the office.That is, matter is not a cause, but an effect.Daniel went to the bathroom.It does not\noperate, but is operated upon.It is not a law-giver, but is subject\nto the human mind's so-called laws concerning it.It of itself is\nutterly without life or intelligence.\"Now Spencer said that matter was a\nmanifestation of an underlying power or force.John journeyed to the kitchen.Physicists tell us that\nmatter is made of electricity, that it is an electrical phenomenon,\nand that the ultimate constituent of matter is the electron.Sandra took the apple there.The\nelectron is said by some to be made up of superimposed layers of\npositive and negative electricity, and by others to be made up of only\nnegative charges.I rather prefer the latter view, for if composed of\nonly negative electricity it is more truly a negation.Sandra took the football there.Matter is the\n_negative_ of real substance.Hence matter is a form of\nenergy also.Sandra left the football.But our comprehension of it is _wholly mental_.The only real energy there is or can be is the energy of the\ninfinite mind we call God.This the human mind copies, or imitates,\nby reason of what has been called 'the law of suppositional\nopposites,' already dwelt upon at some length.Sandra travelled to the hallway.John went back to the bedroom.Gravitation is regarded by some physicists as the negative aspect of\nradiation-pressure, the latter being the pressure supposed to be\nexerted by all material bodies upon one another.Sandra dropped the apple there.The third law of\nmotion illustrates this so-called law, for it states that action\nand reaction are equal and opposite.Sandra grabbed the apple there.There can be no positive action\nwithout a resultant negative one.John picked up the milk there.The divine\nmind, God, has His opposite in the communal human, or mortal, mind.Sandra went to the bathroom.Sandra went back to the hallway.The latter is manifested by the so-called minds which we call mankind.And from these so-called minds issue matter and material forms and\nbodies, with their so-called material laws.\"Yes, the material universe is running down.The\nentire human concept is running down.John journeyed to the bathroom.Matter, the human mental\nconcept, is not eternally permanent.John left the milk.Neither, therefore, are its\nconcomitants, sin and discord.Matter disintegrates and passes\naway--out of human consciousness.The whole material universe--the\nso-called mortal-mind concept--is hastening to its death!\"Sandra left the apple there.\"But as yet I think you have not given Mr.Haynerd the practical\napplication which he asks,\" suggested Father Waite, as Hitt paused\nafter his long exposition.\"I am now ready for that,\" replied Hitt.\"We have said that the\nmaterial is the relative.Sandra grabbed the apple there.But,\nthat being so, we can go a step further and add that human error is\nlikewise relative.And", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Mary went back to the office.\"Can you know that two plus two\nequals seven?\"A large fire and a warm room, with Aunt Katy's pacifying tones of\nvoice, soon made the little sisters comparatively happy; she promised\nthem that daddy would soon return.Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel picked up the milk there.Daniel left the milk.The news soon spread through the neighborhood, and every one who knew\nTom Fairfield solemnly testified that he would not desert his children;\nthe irresistible conclusion was that while intoxicated he was frozen,\nand that he lay dead under the snow.Daniel picked up the football there.A council of the settlers, (for all were considered neighbors for ten\nmiles 'round,) was called, over which Brother Demitt presided.Daniel left the football.Aunt\nKaty, as the nearest neighbor and first benefactress, claimed the\npreemption right to the first choice, which was of course granted.Daniel went to the garden.Roxie, the eldest, was large enough to perform some service in a family,\nand Rose would soon be; Suza, the baby, was the trouble.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.Daniel went to the bedroom.Daniel got the apple there.Aunt Katy\nwas called upon to take her choice before other preliminaries could be\nsettled.John journeyed to the bedroom.Suza, the baby, with her bright little eyes, red cheeks and proud\nefforts, to stand alone, had won Aunt Katy's affections, and she,\nwithout any persuasion on the part of old Demitt, emphatically declared\nthat Suza should never leave her house until she left it as a free\nwoman.Sandra picked up the milk there.Evaline Estep and Aunt Fillis Foster were the contending candidates\nfor Rose and Roxie.Brother Demitt decided that Aunt Fillis should take Roxie, and Mrs.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Estep should be foster mother to Rose, with all the effects left in the\nFairfield cabin.Daniel moved to the hallway.These ladies lived four miles from the Demitt house, in different\ndirections.John moved to the garden.With much persuasion and kind treatment they bundled up the\nprecious little charges and departed.Sandra dropped the milk.While the Angel of sorrow hovered round the little hearts of the\ndeparted sisters.SCENE FOURTH--ROXIE DAYMON AND ROSE SIMON.Daniel discarded the apple.Daniel took the football there.Sandra got the milk there.```The road of life is light and dark,\n\n```Each journeyman will make his mark;\n\n```The mark is seen by all behind,\n\n```Excepting those who go stark blind.Daniel dropped the football there.```Men for women mark out the way,\n\n```In spite of all the rib can say;\n\n```But when the way is rough and hard,\n\n```The woman's eye will come to guard\n\n```The footsteps of her liege and lord,\n\n```With gentle tone and loving word.=\n\n|Since the curtain fell upon the closing sentence in the last scene,\nmany long and tedious seasonsSandra left the milk.Daniel went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The placid waters of the beautiful Ohio have long since been disturbed\nby steam navigation; and the music of the steam engine echoing from the\nriver hills have alarmed the bat and the owl, and broke the solitude\naround the graves of many of the first settlers.Daniel grabbed the apple there.The infant images of the early settlers are men\nand women.In the order of time Roxie Fairfield, the heroine of the snow\nstorm, and Aunt Fillis Foster, claim our attention.With a few back glances at girlhood, we hasten on to her womanhood.Aunt\nFillis permitted Roxie to attend a country school a few months in each\nyear.Mary got the milk there.The school house was built of round logs, was twenty feet square,\nwith one log left out on the south side for a window.The seats were\nmade of slabs from the drift wood on the Ohio River, (the first cut\nfrom the log, one side flat, the other having the shape of the log,\nrounding); holes were bored in the slabs and pins eighteen inches long\ninserted for legs.Mary went back to the kitchen.These benches were set against the wall of the room,\nand the pupils arranged sitting in rows around the room.Mary moved to the garden.In the center\nsat the teacher by a little square table, with a switch long enough to\nreach any pupil in the house without rising from his seat.And thus the\nheroine of the snow storm received the rudiments of an education, as she\ngrew to womanhood.Roxie was obedient, tidy--and twenty, and like all girls of her class,\nhad a lover.Aunt Fillis said Roxie kept everything about the house in\nthe right place, and was always in the right place herself; she said\nmore, she could not keep house without her.By what spirit Aunt Fillis\nwas animated we shall not undertake to say, but she forbade Roxie's\nlover the prerogative of her premises.Roxie's family blood could never submit to slavery, and she ran\naway with her lover, was married according to the common law, which\nrecognizes man and wife as one, and the man is that one.They went to Louisville, and the reader has already been introduced to\nthe womanhood of Roxie Fairfield in the person of Daymon's wife.The reader is referred to the closing sentence of Scene First.Daymon\nwas granted a new trial, which never came off, and the young couple left\nLouisville and went to Chicago, Illinois.Roxie had been concealed by a\nfemale friend, and only learned the fate of Daymon a few minutes before\nshe entered the court room.Daymon resolved to reform, for when future\nhope departed, and all but life had fled, the faithful Roxie rose like a\nspirit from the dead to come and stand by him.Daymon and Roxie left Louisville without any intimation of\ntheir-destination to any one, without anything to pay expenses, and\nnothing but their wearing apparel, both resolved to work, for the sun\nshone as brightly upon them as it did upon any man and woman in the\nworld.As a day laborer Daymon worked in and around the infant city, as\nignorant", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the hallway.It is said that P. J. Marquette, a French missionary from Canada was the\nfirst white man that settled on the spot where Chicago now stands.This\nwas before the war of the Revolution, and his residence was temporary.And these personal characteristics are happily suggestive of the\n    marked mental traits of each.Mary went to the kitchen.The intellect of the one is subtle,\n    apprehensive, flexible, docile; with an imagination gay and\n    discursive, loving the sentimental for the beauty of it.The\n    intellect of the other is strong and comprehensive, with an\n    imagination ardent and glowing, inclined perhaps to the sentimental,\n    but ashamed to own it.Mary picked up the milk there.However, let these features pass for the moment until we have\n    brought under review some other more obvious traits of character.John went back to the bathroom.Miss C\u2014, or if you will allow me to throw aside the _Miss_ and the\n    Surname, and say Lydia and Angeline, who will complain?Mary picked up the football there.Lydia, then,\n    is possessed of a good share of self-reliance\u2014self-reliance arising\n    from a rational self-esteem.Whether Angeline possesses the power of\n    a proper self-appreciation or not, she is certainly wanting in\n    self-reliance.John got the apple there.She may manifest much confidence on occasions, but it\n    is all acquired confidence; while with Lydia, it is all natural.Lydia goes forward in\n    public exercises as though the public were her normal sphere.On the\n    other hand Angeline frequently appears embarrassed, though her\n    unusual powers of _will_ never suffer her to make a failure.Lydia\n    is ambitious; though she pursues the object of her ambition in a\n    quiet, complacent way, and appropriates it when secured _all as a\n    matter of course_.It is possible with Angeline to be ambitious, but\n    _not at once_\u2014and _never_ so naturally.Mary went to the office.Her ambition is born of\n    many-yeared wishes\u2014wishes grounded mainly in the moral nature,\n    cherished by friendly encouragements, ripening at last into a\n    settled purpose.Thus springs up her ambition, unconfessed\u2014its\n    triumph doubted even in the hour of fruition.When I speak of the ambition of these two, I hope to be understood\n    as meaning ambition with its true feminine modifications.And this\n    is the contrast:\u2014The ambition of the one is a necessity of her\n    nature, the ripening of every hour\u2019s aspiration; while the ambition\n    of the other is but the fortunate afterthought of an unsophisticated\n    wish.Both the subjects of this sketch excel in prose and poetic\n    composition.Each may rightfully lay claim to the name of poetess.But Lydia is much the better known in this respect.PerhapsDaniel travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the office.Hence her productions reveal the _poet_ only; while\n    those of her friend show both the _poet_ and the _artist_.Mary took the football there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.In truth,\n    Lydia is by nature far more artificial than Angeline\u2014perhaps I\n    should have said _artistic_.Sandra went to the bedroom.Every line of her composition reveals\n    an effort at ornament.The productions of Angeline impress you with\n    the idea that the author must have had no foreknowledge of what kind\n    of style would come of her efforts.John took the apple there.John put down the apple.Mary put down the football.Her style is\n    manifestly Calvinistic; in all its features it bears the most\n    palpable marks of election and predestination.John took the apple there.Mary went back to the bedroom.John put down the apple.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Its every trait has\n    been subjected to the ordeal of choice, either direct or indirect.Daniel moved to the garden.Sandra moved to the kitchen.You know it to be a something _developed_ by constant retouches and\n    successive admixtures.Daniel picked up the milk there.John went to the hallway.Not that it is an _imitation_ of admired\n    authors; yet it is plainly the result of an imitative nature\u2014a\n    something, not borrowed, but _caught_ from a world of beauties, just\n    as sometimes a well-defined thought is the sequence of a thousand\n    flitting conceptions.John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Her style is the offspring, the issue of the\n    love she has cherished for the beautiful in other minds yet bearing\n    the image of her own.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.John went back to the kitchen.Not so with Angeline, for there is no imitativeness in her nature.John moved to the garden.Her style can arise from no such commerce of mind, but the Spirit of\n    the Beautiful overshadowing her, it springs up in its singleness,\n    and its genealogy cannot be traced.Sandra left the apple.Sandra took the apple there.Sandra put down the apple.But this contrast of style is not the only contrast resulting from\n    this difference in imitation and in love of ornament.John went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the garden.It runs\n    through all the phases of their character.Especially is it seen in\n    manner, dress and speech; but in speech more particularly.Daniel went to the bathroom.Daniel left the milk.Mary took the milk there.When\n    Lydia is in a passage of unimpassioned eloquence, her speech reminds\n    you that the tongue is Woman\u2019s plaything; while Angeline plies the\n    same organ with as utilitarian an air as a housewife\ufffdMary put down the milk.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the garden.But pardon this exaggeration: something may be pardoned to the\n    spirit of liberty; and the writer is aware that he is using great\n    liberties.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.To return: Lydia has a fine sense of the ludicrous.Her name is\n    charmingly appropriate, signifying in the original playful or\n    sportive.Daniel went back to the garden.Her laughter wells up from within, and gurgles out from\n    the corners of her mouth.Angeline is but moderately mirthful, and\n    her laughter seems to come from somewhere else, and shines on the\n    outside of her face like pale moonlight.In Lydia\u2019s mirthfulness\n    there is a strong tincture of the sarcastic and the droll.Angeline\n    at the most is only humorous.Sandra got the apple there.When a funny thing happens, Lydia\n    laughs _at_ it\u2014Angeline laughs _about_ it.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Lydia might be giggling\n    all day alone, just at her own thoughts.Angeline I do not believe\n    ever laughs except some one is by to talk the fun.And in sleep,\n    while Lydia was dreaming of jokes and quips, Angeline might be\n    fighting the old Nightmare.John went to the hallway.Sandra travelled to the office.After all, do not understand me as saying that the Professor C\u2014\u2013 is\n    always giggling like a school-girl; or that the Senior Stickney is\n    apt to be melancholy and down in the mouth.Mary grabbed the milk there.I have tried to describe\n    their feelings relatively.John went to the kitchen.Mary moved to the hallway.Lydia has a strong, active imagination, marked by a vivid\n    playfulness of fancy.Her thoughts flow on, earnest, yet sparkling\n    and flashing like a raven-black eye.Angeline has an imagination\n    that glows rather than sparkles.It never scintillates, but\n    gradually its brightness comes on with increasing radiance.After he\nhad finished he placed in my hands the proces-verbal, signed by all the\nministers, to which the King attached so much importance, because he had\ngiven his opinion against the declaration of war; a copy of the letter\nwritten by the King to the Princes, his brothers, inviting them to return\nto France; an account of the diamonds which the Queen had sent to Brussels\n(these two documents were in my handwriting); and a receipt for four\nhundred thousand francs, under the hand of a celebrated banker.This sum\nwas part of the eight hundred thousand francs which the Queen had\ngradually saved during her reign, out of her pension of three hundred\nthousand francs per annum, and out of the one hundred thousand francs\ngiven by way of present on the birth of the Dauphin.Sandra discarded the apple.This receipt, written on a very small piece of paper, was in the cover of\nan almanac.I agreedMary left the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The strictness of the precautions taken to guard the illustrious prisoners\nwas daily increased.Daniel moved to the kitchen.The idea that I could not inform the King of the\ncourse I had adopted of burning his papers, and the fear that I should not\nbe able to transmit to him that which he had pointed out as necessary,\ntormented me to such a degree that it is wonderful my health endured the\nstrain.Official advocates were granted to the\nKing; the heroic virtue of M. de Malesherbes induced him to brave the most\nimminent dangers, either to save his master or to perish with him.I hoped\nalso to be able to find some means of informing his Majesty of what I had\nthought it right to do.Sandra went back to the bathroom.I sent a man, on whom I could rely, to Paris, to\nrequest M. Gougenot to come to me at Versailles he came immediately.We\nagreed that he should see M. de Malesherbes without availing himself of\nany intermediate person for that purpose.M. Gougenot awaited his return from the Temple at the door of his hotel,\nand made a sign that he wished to speak to him.A moment afterwards a\nservant came to introduce him into the magistrates' room.Sandra travelled to the office.He imparted to\nM. de Malesherbes what I had thought it right to do with respect to the\nKing's papers, and placed in his hands the proces-verbal of the Council,\nwhich his Majesty had preserved in order to serve, if occasion required\nit, for a ground of his defence.Daniel went to the office.Mary moved to the bathroom.However, that paper is not mentioned in\neither of the speeches of his advocate; probably it was determined not to\nmake use of it.Daniel went to the bedroom.Daniel grabbed the apple there.I stop at that terrible period which is marked by the assassination of a\nKing whose virtues are well known; but I cannot refrain from relating what\nhe deigned to say in my favour to M. de Malesherbes:\n\n\"Let Madame Campan know that she did what I should myself have ordered her\nto do; I thank her for it; she is one of those whom I regret I have it not\nin my power to recompense for their fidelity to my person, and for their\ngood services.\"John journeyed to the garden.I did not hear of this until the morning after he had\nsuffered, and I think I should have sunk under my despair if this\nhonourable testimony had not given me some consolation.Mary picked up the football there.MADAME CAMPAN'S narrative breaking off abruptly at the time of the painful\nend met with by her sister, we have supplemented it by abridged accounts\nof the chief incidents in the tragedy which overwhelmed the royal house\nshe so faithfully served, taken from contemporary records and the best\nhistorical authorities.Mary dropped the football.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John went back to the bathroom.The Assembly having, at the instance of the Commune of Paris, decreed that\nthe royal family should be immured in the Temple,John took the milk there.Sandra went back to the office.John dropped the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the office.Twelve\nCommissioners of the general council were to keep constant watch at the\nTemple, which had been fortified by earthworks and garrisoned by\ndetachments of the National Guard, no person being allowed to enter\nwithout permission from the municipality.The Temple, formerly the headquarters of the Knights Templars in Paris,\nconsisted of two buildings,--the Palace, facing the Rue de Temple, usually\noccupied by one of the Princes of the blood; and the Tower, standing\nbehind the Palace.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.[Clery gives a more minute description of this singular building: \"The\nsmall tower of the Temple in which the King was then confined stood with\nits back against the great tower, without any interior communication, and\nformed a long square, flanked by two turrets.John picked up the apple there.John put down the apple.In one of these turrets\nthere was a narrow staircase that led from the first floor to a gallery on\nthe platform; in the other were small rooms, answering to each story of\nthe tower.Sandra travelled to the office.Sandra went to the bathroom.Daniel grabbed the milk there.John journeyed to the office.John travelled to the bedroom.The body of the building was four stories high.Daniel left the milk.The first\nconsisted of an antechamber, a dining-room, and a small room in the\nturret, where there was a library containing from twelve to fifteen\nhundred volumes.Daniel grabbed the milk there.The second story was divided nearly in the same manner.The largest room was the Queen's bedchamber, in which the Dauphin also\nslept; the second, which was separated from the Queen's by a small\nantechamber almost without light, was occupied by Madame Royale and Madame\nElisabeth.The King's apartments were on the third story.John moved to the garden.He slept in\nthe great room, and made a study of the turret closet.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel put down the milk.There was a\nkitchen separated from the King's chamber by a small dark room, which had\nbeen successively occupied by M. de Chamilly and M. de Hue.The fourth\nstory was shut up; and on the ground floor there were kitchens of which no\nuse was made.\"The Tower was a square building, with a round tower at each corner and a\nsmall turret on one side, usually called the Tourelle.Mary went to the hallway.A\ndull noise, then the crash of shots is heard.Sandra went back to the office.The discipline is\ndisappearing gradually._\n\nBLUMENFELD\n\nThey have gone mad!Daniel picked up the milk there.STEIN\n\nBut that can't be the Belgians!John took the football there.RITZAU\n\nThey may have availed themselves--\n\nBLUMENFELD\n\nAren't you ashamed, Stein?John dropped the football.I beg of you--\n\n_Suddenly a piercing, wild sound of a horn is heard ordering to\nretreat.The roaring sound is growing rapidly._\n\nCOMMANDER\n\n_Shots._\n\nWho has commanded to retreat?_Blumen", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "You are unworthy of being called\nsoldiers!BLUMENFELD\n\n_Stepping forward, with dignity._\n\nYour Highness!We are not fishes to swim in the water!Mary went back to the office._Runs out, followed by two or three others.The panic is\ngrowing._\n\nBLUMENFELD\n\nYour Highness!Your life is in danger--your\nHighness.Only the\nsentinel remains in the position of one petrified._\n\nBLUMENFELD\n\nYour Highness!Sandra journeyed to the office.Daniel picked up the milk there.Your life--I am afraid that\nanother minute, and it will be too late!COMMANDER\n\nBut this is--\n\n_Again strikes the table with his fist._\n\nBut this is absurd, Blumenfeld!_Curtain_\n\n\n\nSCENE VI\n\n\n_The same hour of night.Daniel left the milk.In the darkness it is difficult to\ndiscern the silhouettes of the ruined buildings and of the\ntrees.At the right, a half-destroyed bridge.From time to time the German flashlights are\nseen across the dark sky.Daniel picked up the football there.Near the bridge, an automobile in\nwhich the wounded Emil Grelieu and his son are being carried to\nAntwerp.Jeanne and a young physician are with them.Something\nhas broken down in the automobile and a soldier-chauffeur is\nbustling about with a lantern trying to repair it.Langloi\nstands near him._\n\n\nDOCTOR\n\n_Uneasily._\n\nWell?CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Examining._\n\nI don't know yet.DOCTOR\n\nIs it a serious break?CHAUFFEUR\n\nNo--I don't know.MAURICE\n\n_From the automobile._\n\nWhat is it, Doctor?Daniel left the football.Daniel went to the garden.CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Angrily._\n\nWe'll start!DOCTOR\n\nI don't know.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.MAURICE\n\nShall we stay here long?DOCTOR\n\n_To the chauffeur._\n\nShall we stay here long?CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Angrily._\n\nHow do I know?_Hands the lantern to the doctor._\n\nMAURICE\n\nThen I will come out.Daniel went to the bedroom.Daniel got the apple there.JEANNE\n\nYou had better stay here, Maurice.John journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra picked up the milk there.MAURICE\n\nNo, mother, I am careful._Jumps off and watches the chauffeur at work._\n\nMAURICE\n\nHow unfortunate that we are stuck here!CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Grumbling._\n\nA bridge!DOCTOR\n\nYes, it is unfortunate.MAURICE\n\n_Shrugging his shoulders._\n\nFather did not want to leave.Mamina, do\nyou think our people are already in Antwerp?Daniel journeyed to the garden.JDaniel moved to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "EMIL GRELIEU\n\nNo.It is very pleasant to breathe the fresh air.DOCTOR\n\n_To Maurice._\n\nI think we are still in the region which--\n\nMAURICE\n\nYes.DOCTOR\n\n_Looking at his watch._\n\nTwenty--a quarter of ten.MAURICE\n\nThen it is a quarter of an hour since the bursting of the dams.Mamma, do you hear, it is a quarter of ten now!JEANNE\n\nYes, I hear.MAURICE\n\nBut it is strange that we haven't heard any explosions.DOCTOR\n\nHow can you say that, Monsieur Maurice?MAURICE\n\nI thought that such explosions would be heard a hundred\nkilometers away.Our house and our\ngarden will soon be flooded!I wonder how high the water will\nrise.Do you think it will reach up to the second story?CHAUFFEUR\n\n_Grumbling._\n\nI am working.Daniel grabbed the milk there.Daniel discarded the milk.Mamma, see how the searchlights are working.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nJeanne, lift me a little.JEANNE\n\nMy dear, I don't know whether I am allowed to do it.DOCTOR\n\nYou may lift him a little, if it isn't very painful.John went back to the bedroom.JEANNE\n\nDo you feel any pain?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nNo.Daniel moved to the kitchen.MAURICE\n\nFather, they are flashing the searchlights across the sky like\nmadmen._A bluish light is flashed over them, faintly illuminating the\nwhole group._\n\nMAURICE\n\nRight into my eyes!Mary travelled to the hallway.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI suppose so.Either they have been warned, or the water is\nreaching them by this time.Daniel picked up the apple there.JEANNE\n\nDo you think so, Emil?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes.It seems to me that I hear the sound of the water from that\nside._All listen and look in the direction from which the noise came._\n\nDOCTOR\n\n_Uneasily._\n\nHow unpleasant this is!MAURICE\n\nFather, it seems to me I hear voices.Listen--it sounds as\nthough they are crying there.Father, the\nPrussians are crying._A distant, dull roaring of a crowd is heard.Sandra journeyed to the office.The searchlights are\nswaying from side to side._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIt is they.Sandra picked up the milk there.DOCTOR\n\nIf we don't start in a quarter of an hour--\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIn half an hour, Doctor.MAURICE\n\nFather, how beautiful and how terrible it is!JEANNE\n\nWhat is it?MAURICE\n\nI want to kiss it.Sandra left the milk.John went back to the garden.They ever make, however, a singular and pretty spectacle\nwhen flying up between one and the late afternoon sun,", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John moved to the bathroom.Daniel picked up the football there.They breed at the\nextreme North, even along the Arctic Sea, in Greenland and Iceland, and are\nfond of marine localities at all times.It's hard to realize that the\nlittle fellows with whom we are now so familiar start within a month for\nregions above the Arctic Circle.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the milk there.I once, when a boy, fired into a flock\nfeeding in a sleigh track on the ice of the river.Some of those that\nescaped soon returned to their dead and wounded companions, and in their\nsolicitude would let me come very near, nor, unless driven away, would they\nleave the injured ones until life was extinct.Sandra put down the milk.On another occasion I\nbrought some wounded ones home, and they ate as if starved, and soon became\nvery tame, alighting upon the table at mealtimes with a freedom from\nceremony which made it necessary to shut them up.They spent most of their\ntime among the house plants by the window, but toward spring the migratory\ninstinct asserted itself, and they became very restless, pecking at the\npanes in their eagerness to get away.John travelled to the hallway.Soon afterward our little guests may\nhave been sporting on an arctic beach.An effort was once made in\nMassachusetts to keep a wounded snow-bunting through the summer, but at\nlast it died from the heat.They are usually on the wing northward early in\nMarch.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John went back to the bedroom.\"The ordinary snow-bird is a very unpretentious and familiar little\nfriend.You can find him almost any day from the 1st of October to the\n1st of May, and may know him by his grayish or ashy black head, back, and\nwings, white body underneath from the middle of his breast backward, and\nwhite external tail-feathers.He is said to be abundant all over America\neast of the Black Hills, and breeds as far south as the mountains of\nVirginia.There are plenty of them in summer along the Shawangunk range,\njust west of us, in the Catskills, and so northward above the Arctic\nCircle.In the spring, before it leaves us, you will often hear its\npretty little song.Daniel went to the garden.Daniel put down the football.Daniel went back to the bedroom.They are very much afraid of hawks, which make havoc\namong them at all times, but are fearless of their human--and especially\nof their humane--neighbors.Severe weather will often bring them to our\nvery doors, and drive them into the outskirts of large cities.Daniel went to the garden.They are\nnot only harmless, but very useful, for they devour innumerable seeds,\nand small insects with their larvae.Daniel picked up the football there.Mary moved to the office.\"And we could listen to you,\" chorused several voices.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.\"I never before realized that we had such interesting winter neighbors\nand visitors,\" said Mrs.Clifford, and the lustre of her eyes and the\nfDaniel grabbed the milk there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"They are interesting, even when in one short evening I can give but in\nbald, brief outline a few of their characteristics.Daniel got the apple there.Your words suggest\nthe true way of becoming acquainted with them.Regard them as neighbors\nand guests, in the main very useful friends, and then you will naturally\nwish to know more about them.In most instances they are quite susceptible\nto kindness, and are ready to be intimate with us.That handsome bird, the\nblue jay, so wild at the East, is as tame and domestic as the robin in many\nparts of the West, because treated well.He is also a winter resident, and\none of the most intelligent birds in existence.Daniel dropped the apple.Indeed, he is a genuine\nhumorist, and many amusing stories are told of his pranks.Mary moved to the bedroom.His powers of\nmimicry are but slightly surpassed by those of the mocking-bird, and it is\nhis delight to send the smaller feathered tribes to covert by imitating the\ncries of the sparrow, hawk, and other birds of prey.When so tame as to\nhaunt the neighborhood of dwellings, he is unwearied in playing his tricks\non domestic fowls, and they--silly creatures!--never learn to detect the\npractical joke, for, no matter how often it is repeated, they hasten\npanic-stricken to shelter.Wilson speaks of him as the trumpeter of the\nfeathered chorus, but his range of notes is very great, passing from harsh,\ngrating sounds, like the screeching of an unlubricated axle, to a warbling\nas soft and modulated as that of a bluebird, and again, prompted by his\nmercurial nature, screaming like a derisive fish-wife.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary travelled to the hallway.Fledglings will\ndevelop contentedly in a cage, and become tame and amusing pets.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bathroom.They will\nlearn to imitate the human voice and almost every other familiar sound.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Mary went to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the office.Mary picked up the football there.A\ngentleman in South Carolina had one that was as loquacious as a parrot, and\ncould utter distinctly several words.In this region they are hunted, and\ntoo shy for familiar acquaintance.Mary put down the football.When a boy, I have been tantalized\nalmost beyond endurance by them, and they seemed to know and delight in the\nfact.I was wild to get a shot at them, but they would keep just out of\nrange, mocking me with discordant cries, and alarming all the other game in\nthe vicinity.They often had more sport than I. It is a pity that the small\nboy with his gun cannot be taught to let them alone.John travelled to the office.If they were as\ndomestic and plentiful as robins, they would render us immense service.A\ncolony of jays would soon destroy all the tent-caterpillars on your place,\nand many other pests.In Indiana they will build in the shrubbery around\ndwellings, but we usuallyDaniel went to the bathroom.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Daniel went back to the garden.Pleasant memories of rambles and nutting excursions they always\nawaken.The blue jay belongs to the crow family, and has all the brains of\nhis black-coated and more sedate cousins.At the North, he will, like a\nsquirrel, lay up for winter a hoard of acorns and beech mast.An\nexperienced bird-fancier asserts that he found the jay'more ingenious,\ncunning, and teachable than any other species of birds that he had ever\nattempted to instruct.'\"One of our most beautiful and interesting winter visitants is the pine\ngrosbeak.Mary went to the garden.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Although very abundant in some seasons, even extending its\nmigrations to the latitude of Philadelphia, it is irregular, and only the\ncoldest weather prompts its excursions southward.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.The aim of each and all is \u201cto improve the Old English breed\nof Cart Horses,\u201d many of which may now be truthfully described by their\nold title of \u201cWar Horses.\u201d\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XIV\n\nTHE EXPORT TRADE\n\n\nAmong the first to recognize the enormous power and possibilities of\nthe Shire were the Americans.Sandra got the milk there.Mary travelled to the office.Very few London shows had been held\nbefore they were looking out for fully-registered specimens to take\nacross the Atlantic.Towards the close of the \u2019eighties a great export\ntrade was done, the climax being reached in 1889, when the Shire Horse\nSociety granted 1264 export certificates.A society to safeguard the\ninterests of the breed was formed in America, these being the remarks\nof Mr.A. Galbraith (President of the American Shire Horse Society) in\nhis introductory essay: \u201cAt no time in the history of the breed have\nfirst-class animals been so valuable as now, the praiseworthy endeavour\nto secure the best specimens of the breed having the natural effect of\nenhancing prices all round.Mary took the apple there.Breeders of Shire horses both in England\nand America have a hopeful and brilliant future before them, and by\nexercising good judgment in their selections, and giving due regard to\npedigree and soundness, as well as individual merit, they will not only\nreap a rich pecuniary reward, but prove a blessing and a benefit to\nthis country.\u201d\n\nFrom the day that the Shire Horse Society was incorporated, on June\n3, 1878, until now, America has been Britain\u2019s best overseas customer\nfor Shire horses, a good second being our own colony, the Dominion of\nCanada.Mary left the apple.Another stockbreeding country to make an early discovery of the\nmerits of \u201cThe Great Horse\u201d was Argentina, to which destination many\ngood Shires have gone.Sandra discarded the milk there.In 1906 the number given in the Stud Book was\n118.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John went back to the kitchen.Sandra went to the office.So much importance is attached to the breed both in the United\nStates and in the Argentine Republic that English judges", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel picked up the apple there.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Daniel put down the apple there.Another great country with which a good and growing trade has been done\nis Russia.Mary went back to the bathroom.In 1904 the number was eleven, in 1913 it had increased to\nfifty-two, so there is evidently a market there which is certain to be\nextended when peace has been restored and our powerful ally sets about\nthe stupendous, if peaceful, task of replenishing her horse stock.John moved to the bathroom.Our other allies have their own breeds of draught horses, therefore\nthey have not been customers for Shires, but with war raging in their\nbreeding grounds, the numbers must necessarily be reduced almost to\nextinction, consequently the help of the Shire may be sought for\nbuilding up their breeds in days to come.John travelled to the garden.German buyers have not fancied Shire horses to any extent--British-bred\nre-mounts have been more in their line.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary moved to the hallway.In 1905, however, Germany was the destination of thirty-one.By 1910\nthe number had declined to eleven, and in 1913 to three, therefore, if\nthe export of trade in Shires to \u201cThe Fatherland\u201d is altogether lost,\nEnglish breeders will scarcely feel it.Australia, New Zealand, and South Africa are parts of the British\nEmpire to which Shires have been shipped for several years.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the garden.John went back to the hallway.Substantial\nprizes in the shape of Cups and Medals are now given by the Shire\nHorse Society to the best specimens of the breed exhibited at Foreign\nand Colonial Shows.Mary moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.ENCOURAGING THE EXPORT OF SHIRES\n\nThe following is reprinted from the \u201cFarmer and Stockbreeder Year Book\u201d\nfor 1906, and was written by S. H. L.Sandra went to the bathroom.(J. A. Frost):--\n\n    \u201cThe Old English breed of cart horse, or \u2018Shire,\u2019 is\n    universally admitted to be the best and most valuable animal\n    for draught purposes in the world, and a visitor from America,\n    Mr.Morrow, of the United States Department of Agriculture,\n    speaking at Mr.Mary left the apple.Mary moved to the bathroom.Mary went back to the office.John Rowell\u2019s sale of Shires in 1889, said,\n    \u2018Great as had been the business done in Shire horses in\n    America, the trade is but in its infancy, for the more Shire\n    horses became known, and the more they came into competition\n    with other breeds, the more their merits for all heavy draught\n    purposes were appreciated.\u2019\n\n    \u201cThese remarks are true to-day, for although sixteen years have\n    elapsed since they were madeSandra travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The number of export certificates granted by the\n    Shire Horse Society in 1889 was 1264, which takes a good deal\n    of beating, but it must be remembered that since then Shire\n    horse breeding at home has progressed by leaps and bounds,\n    and tenant farmers, who could only look on in those days,\n    are now members of the flourishing Shire Horse Society and\n    owners of breeding studs, and such prices as 800 guineas for a\n    two-year-old filly and 230 guineas for a nine-months-old colt,\n    are less frequently obtainable than they were then; therefore,\n    an increase in the demand from other countries would find more\n    Shire breeders ready to supply it, although up to the present\n    the home demand has been and is very good, and weighty geldings\n    continue to be scarce and dear.\u201d\n\n\nTHE NUMBER EXPORTED\n\n\u201cIt may be true that the number of horses exported during the last year\nor two has been higher than ever, but when the average value of those\nthat go to \u2018other countries\u2019 than Holland, Belgium, and France, is\nworked out, it does not allow of such specimens as would excite the\nadmiration of a foreign merchant or Colonial farmer being exported,\nexcept in very isolated instances; then the tendency of American buyers\nis to give preference to stallions which are on the quality rather than\non the weighty side, and as the mares to which they are eventually put\nare also light boned, the typical English dray horse is not produced.John went to the kitchen.Mary went back to the bathroom.Are you really afraid to go to sea, silly boy?Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra took the milk there.A man must not be afraid----\n\nBAR.John moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.I won't force you to go--How old are you?For my--for my--I don't know why, but I was rejected.Mary dropped the apple there.Sandra went to the office.That's lucky--A soldier that's afraid!I'm not afraid on land--let them come at\nme--I'll soon stick a knife through their ribs!Mary grabbed the apple there.[The soft\ntooting of a steamboat whistle is heard.]Sandra went to the bedroom.That's the Anna--there's\na corpse on board----\n\nCLEM.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Sandra put down the football there.Tu-tu-tu-tu--The second this week.Sandra took the football there.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary moved to the hallway.First, the Agatha Maria----\n\nBAR.Mary dropped the apple.John travelled to the bedroom.The Agatha was last week--Do they know who?Mary grabbed the apple there.Ach--you get used to it--and none of our family are\naboard.Mary put down the apple.Father can't--Hendrick can't--Josef\ncan't--you know about them--", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Yes, he's brought disgrace on all of you.Disgrace--disgrace----\n\nCLEM.They gave him six months--but they deduct the time before\ntrial--we don't know how long that was, so we can't tell.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.[Goes off indifferently, chases away the\nchickens, outside.]Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Mary moved to the kitchen.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel put down the apple there.Then we'll--such a lazy boy, I wish he'd never been\nborn--Sponger!--Are you going so soon, Miss?Daniel grabbed the apple there.I am curious to know what's happened on the Anna.Daniel travelled to the garden.Mary went back to the garden.Daniel went back to the hallway.Yes--I was on the way there--but it takes so long--and I've\nhad my fill of waiting on the pier--if that pier could only talk.I want to make a drawing of Barend also--just as he\ncame in with the basket on his shoulders.Daniel discarded the apple.He doesn't seem to get much petting around here.The sooner I get rid of\nhim, the better!Mary went back to the kitchen.Say, he's enjoying himself there on Ari's roof.John moved to the garden.Brown apron--gold head pieces\non the black band around her head.]Daniel took the apple there.The rooster is sitting on Ari's\nroof.She knows well enough we almost came\nto blows with Ari because the hens walked in his potato patch.I let them out myself, old cross patch--Truus dug their potatoes\nyesterday.Oh, Miss--she would die if she couldn't\ngrumble; she even keeps it up in her sleep.Last night she swore out\nloud in her dreams.scold all you like; you're a\ngood old mother just the same.John picked up the football there.[To Barend, who enters the room.]I'll wager if you pet the hens he will come down of himself from\njealousy.Say, Aunt, you should make a baker of him.His little bare feet\nin the rye flour.You can all----[Goes angrily off at left.]Tja; since four o'clock this morning.We poor people are surely cursed--rain--rain--the crops had\nto rot--they couldn't be saved--and so we go into the winter--the\ncruel winter--Ach,--Ach,--Ach!John put down the football.You don't add\nto your potatoes by fretting and grumbling.John got the football there.Sandra went back to the office.I have to talk like this\nall day to keep up her spirits--See, I caught a rabbit!Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.The rascal was living on our poverty--the\ntrap went snap as I was digging.John dropped the football.A fat one--forty cents at the least.Are you going to stay all day--May I come in?Mary took the milk there.Mary left the milk.Of course you may, Meneer; come in, Meneer.John took the football there.A little dry sand doesn't", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Glad to do so--Yes, Kneir, my girl, we're getting older every\nday--Good day, little niece.The hornpipe and the Highland fling, hey?No, you don't understand it, anyway.Have her take drawing\nlessons, but must not ask to see--come!Urged as a decided novelty in patriotic plays._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nGETTING THE RANGE\n\nA Comedy in One Act\n\n_By Helen Sherman Griffith_\n\n\nEight female characters.Costumes, modern; scenery, an exterior.Well\nsuited for out-of-door performances.Information of value to the enemy somehow leaks out from a frontier\ntown and the leak cannot be found or stopped.But Captain Brooke, of\nthe Secret Service, finally locates the offender amid a maze of false\nclues, in the person of a washerwoman who hangs out her clothes day\nafter day in ways and places to give the desired information._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nLUCINDA SPEAKS\n\nA Comedy in Two Acts\n\n_By Gladys Ruth Bridgham_\n\n\nEight women.Isabel Jewett has dropped her homely middle name, Lucinda,\nand with it many sterling traits of character, and is not a very good\nmother to the daughter of her husband over in France.But circumstances\nbring \"Lucinda\" to life again with wonderful results.A pretty and\ndramatic contrast that is very effective._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\nCHARACTERS\n\n    ISABEL JEWETT, _aged 27_.MIRIAM, _her daughter, aged 7_.Daniel grabbed the apple there.TESSIE FLANDERS, _aged 18_.DOUGLAS JEWETT, _aged 45_.HELEN, _her daughter, aged 20_.Daniel went back to the bathroom.FLORENCE LINDSEY, _aged 25_.John journeyed to the garden.SYNOPSIS\n\nACT I.--Dining-room in Isabel Jewett's tenement, Roxbury, October, 1918.ACT II.--The same--three months later.WRONG NUMBERS\n\nA Triologue Without a Moral\n\n_By Essex Dane_\n\n\nThree women.An intensely dramatic episode between\ntwo shop-lifters in a department store, in which \"diamond cuts diamond\"\nin a vividly exciting and absorbingly interesting battle of wits.A\ngreat success in the author's hands in War Camp work, and recommended\nin the strongest terms._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nFLEURETTE & CO.A Duologue in One Act\n\n_By Essex Dane_\n\n\nTwo women.Paynter, a society lady who does not\npay her bills, by a mischance puts it into the power of a struggling\ndressmaker, professionally known as \"Fleurette & Co.,\" to teach her a\nvaluable lesson and, incidentally, to collect her bill.A strikingly\ningenious and entertaining little piece of strong dramatic interest,\nstrongly recommended._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nPlays for Junior High Schools\n\n\n               Daniel went back to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.John took the football there.John discarded the football.John travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.Sandra went to the garden.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Bob                           3       4     11/2  \"     25c\n The Man from Brandos              3       4      1/2  \"     25c\n A Box of Monkeys                  2       3     11/4  \"     25c\n A Rice Pudding                    2       3     11/4  \"     25c\n Class Day                         4       3      3/4  \"     25c\n Chums                             3       2      3/4  \"     25c\n An Easy Mark                      5       2      1/2  \"     25c\n Pa's New Housekeeper              3       2     1   \"     25c\n Not On the Program                3       3      3/4  \"     25c\n The Cool Collegians               3       4     11/2  \"     25c\n The Elopement of Ellen            4       3     2   \"     35c\n Tommy's Wife                      3       5     11/2  \"     35c\n Johnny's New Suit                 2       5      3/4  \"     25c\nDaniel moved to the office.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John travelled to the office.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the garden.Mary dropped the milk.John went back to the garden.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Daniel went to the bathroom.Plays and Novelties That Have Been \"Winners\"\n\n\n                              _Males_ _Females_ _Time_  _Price__Royalty_\n Camp Fidelity Girls                     11     21/2 hrs.Mary took the milk there.Ultimately Girod succeeded in gathering\nabout him nearly a thousand men.Not all these, however, were armed;\naccording to Deseves a great many of them had no weapons but sticks and\nstones.By December 13 Sir John Colborne was ready to move.He had provided\nhimself with a force strong enough to crush an enemy several times more\nnumerous than the insurgents led by Girod and Chenier.His column was\ncomposed of the 1st Royals, the 32nd regiment, the 83rd regiment, the\nMontreal Volunteer Rifles, Globensky and Leclerc's Volunteers, a strong\nforce of cavalry--in all, over two thousand men, supported by eight\npieces of field artillery and well supplied with provision and\nammunition transport.Sandra travelled to the garden.The troops bivouacked for the night at St Martin, and advanced on the\nmorning of the 14th.The main body crossed the Mille Isles river on\nthe ice about four miles to the east of St Eustache, and then moved\nwestward along the St Rose road.A detachment of Globensky's\nVolunteers, however, followed the direct road to St Eustache, and came\nout on the south side of the river opposite the village, in full view\nof the rebels.John journeyed to the garden.Chenier, at the head of a hundred and fifty men,\ncrossed the {98} ice, and was on the point of coming to close quarters\nwith the volunteers when the main body of the loyalists appeared to the\neast.John grabbed the football there.Thereupon Chenier and his men beat a hasty retreat, and made\nhurried preparations for defending the village.The church, the\nconvent, the presbytery, and the house of the member of the Assembly,\nScott, were all occupied and barricaded.It was about the church that\nthe fiercest fighting took place.The artillery was brought to bear on\nthe building; but the stout masonry resisted the battering of the\ncannon balls, and is still standing, dinted and scarred.Some of the\nRoyals then got into the presbytery and set fire to it.John put down the football there.Under cover of\nthe smoke the rest of the regiment then doubled up the street to the\nchurch door.Sandra went to the office.Sandra travelled to the hallway.Gaining access through the sacristy, they lit a fire\nbehind the altar.'The firing from the church windows then ceased,'\nwrote one of the officers afterwards, 'and the rebels began running out\nfrom some low windows, apparently of a crypt or cellar.Our men formed\nup on one side of the church, and the 32nd and 83rd on", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Some\nof the rebels ran out and fired at the troops, then threw down their\narms and begged for quarter.Our officers tried to save the {99}\nCanadians, but the men shouted \"Remember Jack Weir,\" and numbers of\nthese poor deluded fellows were shot down.'He had jumped from a window of the\nBlessed Virgin's chapel and was making for the cemetery.Daniel moved to the office.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.How many fell\nwith him it is difficult to say.John took the milk there.It was said that seventy rebels were\nkilled, and a number of charred bodies were found afterwards in the\nruins of the church.The casualties among the troops were slight, one\nkilled and nine wounded.John travelled to the garden.One of the wounded was Major Gugy, who here\ndistinguished himself by his bravery and kind-heartedness, as he had\ndone in the St Charles expedition.Sandra moved to the office.A good\nmany, indeed, had fled from the village on the first appearance of the\ntroops.Among these were some who had played a conspicuous part in\nfomenting trouble.The Abbe Chartier of St Benoit, instead of waiting\nto administer the last rites to the dying, beat a feverish retreat and\neventually escaped to the United States.Daniel went back to the office.John went to the kitchen.Mary travelled to the garden.The Church placed on him its\ninterdict, and he never again set foot on Canadian soil.The behaviour\nof the adventurer Girod, the 'general' of the rebel force, was\nespecially {100} reprehensible.When he had posted his men in the\nchurch and the surrounding buildings, he mounted a horse and fled\ntoward St Benoit.At a tavern where he stopped to get a stiff draught\nof spirits he announced that the rebels had been victorious and that he\nwas seeking reinforcements with which to crush the troops completely.Then, finding that the cordon was\ntightening around him, he blew out his brains with a revolver.John picked up the football there.Thus\nended a life which was not without its share of romance and mystery.John dropped the football.On the night of the 14th the troops encamped near the desolate village\nof St Eustache, a large part of which had unfortunately been given over\nto the flames during the engagement.In the morning the column set out\nfor St Benoit.Sir John Colborne had threatened that if a single shot\nwere fired from St Benoit the village would be given over to fire and\npillage.John put down the milk.But when the troops arrived there they found awaiting them\nabout two hundred and fifty men bearing white flags.Daniel moved to the kitchen.All the villagers\nlaid down their arms and made an unqualified submission.And it is a\nmatter for profound regret that, notwithstanding this, the greater part\nof the village {101} was burned to the ground.Sir John Colborne has\nbeen severely censured for this occurrence, and not without reason.Nothing is more certain, of course, than that he did not order it.It\nseems to have been the work of the loyalist volunteers, who had without\ndoubt suffered much at the hands of the rebels.'The irregular troops\nemployed,'", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "John journeyed to the garden.Sandra went to the office.Sandra moved to the hallway.Mary went to the office.Far too much burning and pillaging went on, indeed, in\nthe wake of the rebellion.'You know,' wrote an inhabitant of St\nBenoit to a friend in Montreal, 'where the younger Arnoldi got his\nsupply of butter, or where another got the guitar he carried back with\nhim from the expedition about the neck.'Sandra picked up the milk there.And it is probable that the\nBritish officers, and perhaps Sir John Colborne himself, winked at some\nthings which they could not officially recognize.Sandra dropped the milk there.At any rate, it is\nimpossible to acquit Colborne of all responsibility for the unsoldierly\nconduct of the men under his command.It is usual to regard the rebellion of 1837 in Lower Canada as no less\na fiasco than its counterpart in Upper Canada.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Sandra got the milk there.John moved to the office.There is no doubt that\nit was hopeless from the outset.{102} It was an impromptu movement,\nbased upon a sudden resolution rather than on a well-reasoned plan of\naction.Sandra travelled to the garden.Most of the leaders--Wolfred Nelson, Thomas Storrow Brown,\nRobert Bouchette, and Amury Girod--were strangers to the men under\ntheir command; and none of them, save Chenier, seemed disposed to fight\nto the last ditch.\"Ithers declare 'at he's got a wab o' claith, and hes a new pair made in\nMuirtown aince in the twa year maybe, and keeps them in the garden till\nthe new look wears aff.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.\"For ma ain pairt,\" Soutar used to declare, \"a' canna mak up my mind,\nbut there's ae thing sure, the Glen wud not like tae see him withoot\nthem: it wud be a shock tae confidence.There's no muckle o' the check\nleft, but ye can aye tell it, and when ye see thae breeks comin' in ye\nken that if human pooer can save yir bairn's life it 'ill be dune.\"Mary took the football there.The confidence of the Glen--and tributary states--was unbounded, and\nrested partly on long experience of the doctor's resources, and partly\non his hereditary connection.Sandra discarded the milk.\"His father was here afore him,\" Mrs.Macfadyen used to explain; \"atween\nthem they've hed the countyside for weel on tae a century; if MacLure\ndisna understand oor constitution, wha dis, a' wud like tae ask?\"Daniel moved to the hallway.Mary discarded the football.For Drumtochty had its own constitution and a special throat disease, as\nbecame a parish which was quite self-contained between the woods and the\nhills, and not dependent on the lowlands either for its diseases or its\ndoctors.\"He's a skilly man, Doctor MacLure,\"Mary travelled to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Macfayden,\nwhose judgment on sermons or anything else was seldom at fault; \"an'\na kind-hearted, though o' coorse he hes his faults like us a', an' he\ndisna tribble the Kirk often.\"He aye can tell what's wrang wi' a body, an' maistly he can put ye\nricht, and there's nae new-fangled wys wi' him: a blister for the\nootside an' Epsom salts for the inside dis his wark, an' they say\nthere's no an herb on the hills he disna ken.\"If we're tae dee, we're tae dee; an' if we're tae live, we're tae live,\"\nconcluded Elspeth, with sound Calvinistic logic; \"but a'll say this\nfor the doctor, that whether yir tae live or dee, he can aye keep up a\nsharp meisture on the skin.\"\"But he's no veera ceevil gin ye bring him when there's naethin' wrang,\"\nand Mrs.Macfayden's face reflected another of Mr.Hopps' misadventures\nof which Hillocks held the copyright.\"Hopps' laddie ate grosarts (gooseberries) till they hed to sit up a'\nnicht wi' him, an' naethin' wud do but they maun hae the doctor, an' he\nwrites 'immediately' on a slip o' paper.\"Weel, MacLure had been awa a' nicht wi' a shepherd's wife Dunleith wy,\nand he comes here withoot drawin' bridle, mud up tae the cen.Daniel grabbed the apple there.\"'What's a dae here, Hillocks?\"he cries; 'it's no an accident, is't?'Daniel went back to the bathroom.and when he got aff his horse he cud hardly stand wi' stiffness and\ntire.\"'It's nane o' us, doctor; it's Hopps' laddie; he's been eatin' ower\nmony berries.'[Illustration: \"HOPPS' LADDIE ATE GROSARTS\"]\n\n\"If he didna turn on me like a tiger.\"<DW37> ye mean tae say----'\n\n\"'Weesht, weesht,' an' I tried tae quiet him, for Hopps wes comin' oot.\"'Well, doctor,' begins he, as brisk as a magpie, 'you're here at last;\nthere's no hurry with you Scotchmen.My boy has been sick all night, and\nI've never had one wink of sleep.You might have come a little quicker,\nthat's all I've got to say.'\"We've mair tae dae in Drumtochty than attend tae every bairn that hes a\nsair stomach,' and a' saw MacLure wes roosed.Our doctor at home always says to\nMrs.'Opps \"Look on me as a family friend, Mrs.'Opps, and send for me\nthough it be only a", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"'He'd be mair sparin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae\nlook aifter.There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed.John went to the bedroom.Gie him a\ngude dose o' castor oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a'\nricht the morn.'John moved to the garden.\"'He 'ill not take castor oil, doctor.We have given up those barbarous\nmedicines.'Daniel travelled to the bathroom.\"'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth?'MacLure, we're homoeopathists, and I've my little\nchest here,' and oot Hopps comes wi' his boxy.Sandra moved to the hallway.\"'Let's see't,' an' MacLure sits doon and taks oot the bit bottles, and\nhe reads the names wi' a lauch every time.Sandra got the football there.Sandra put down the football.\"'Belladonna; did ye ever hear the like?Daniel moved to the hallway.Weel, ma mannie,' he says tae Hopps, 'it's a fine\nploy, and ye 'ill better gang on wi' the Nux till it's dune, and gie him\nony ither o' the sweeties he fancies.\"'Noo, Hillocks, a' maun be aff tae see Drumsheugh's grieve, for he's\ndoon wi' the fever, and it's tae be a teuch fecht.Mary took the milk there.A' hinna time tae\nwait for dinner; gie me some cheese an' cake in ma haund, and Jess 'ill\ntak a pail o' meal an' water.\"'Fee; a'm no wantin' yir fees, man; wi' that boxy ye dinna need a\ndoctor; na, na, gie yir siller tae some puir body, Maister Hopps,' an'\nhe was doon the road as hard as he cud lick.\"Mary moved to the office.His fees were pretty much what the folk chose to give him, and he\ncollected them once a year at Kildrummie fair.\"Well, doctor, what am a' awin' ye for the wife and bairn?Sandra went to the garden.Ye 'ill need\nthree notes for that nicht ye stayed in the hoose an' a' the veesits.\"\"Havers,\" MacLure would answer, \"prices are low, a'm hearing; gie's\nthirty shillings.\"Daniel went to the office.\"No, a'll no, or the wife 'ill tak ma ears off,\" and it was settled for\ntwo pounds.Lord Kilspindie gave him a free house and fields, and one\nway or other, Drumsheugh told me, the doctor might get in about L150.Mary went to the hallway.a year, out of which he had to pay his old housekeeper's wages and a\nboy's, and keepJohn journeyed to the hallway.Mary discarded the milk.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John got the milk there.There was only one man who ever complained of the doctor's charges, and\nthat was the new farmer of Milton, who was so good that he was above\nboth churches, and held a meeting in his barn.Sandra went back to the garden.Daniel moved to the garden.(It was Milton the Glen\nsupposed at first to be a Mormon, but I can't go into that now.)Sandra went to the office.John dropped the milk.He\noffered MacLure a pound less than he asked, and two tracts, whereupon\nMacLure expressed his opinion of Milton, both from a theological and\nsocial standpoint, with such vigor and frankness that an attentive\naudience of Drumtochty men could hardly contain themselves.[60]\n\n    [Footnote 60: The \"Life of James II.\"Daniel travelled to the bedroom.contains an account of the\n    circumstances of the Duke of Monmouth's birth, which may be given in\n    illustration of the statements of the text.John took the milk there.Sandra went back to the bathroom.Ross, tutor to the Duke\n    of Monmouth, is there said to have proposed to Bishop Cosins to sign\n    a certificate of the King's marriage to Mrs.John moved to the hallway.Mary went back to the bedroom.Barlow, though her own\n    name was Walters: but this the Bishop refused.Sandra went back to the hallway.She was born of a\n    gentleman's family in Wales, but having little means and less grace,\n    came to London to make her fortune.John took the football there.Sandra picked up the apple there.Algernon Sydney, then a Colonel\n    in Cromwell's army, had agreed to give her fifty broad pieces (as he\n    told the Duke of York); but being ordered hastily away with his\n    regiment, he missed his bargain.Mary travelled to the garden.John discarded the football there.She went into Holland, where she\n    fell into the hands of his brother, Colonel Robert Sydney, who kept\n    her for some time, till the King hearing of her, got her from him.On which the Colonel was heard to say, Let who will have her, she is\n    already sped; and, after being with the King, she was so soon with\n    child, that the world had no cause to doubt whose child it was, and\n    the rather that when he grew to be a man, he very much resembled the\n    Colonel both in stature and countenance, even to a wart on his face.In the King's absence she behaved\n    so loosely, that on his return from his escape at Worcester he would\n    have no further commerce with her, and she became a common\n    prostitute at Paris.]John put down the milk.Mary travelled to the bathroom.Sandra grabbed the football there.Had it not pleased God to dissipate this attempt in the beginning, there\nwould in all appearance have gathered an irresistible force which would\nhave desperately proceeded to the ruin of the ChurchSandra dropped the apple.John took the milk there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John went back to the office.Daniel journeyed to the garden.Mary took the apple there.For my\nown part, I looked upon this deliverance as most signal.John went back to the hallway.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Mary dropped the apple there.Such an\ninundation of fanatics and men of impious principles must needs have\ncaused universal disorder, cruelty, injustice, rapine, sacrilege, and\nconfusion, an unavoidable civil war, and misery without end.Sandra grabbed the football there.Blessed be\nGod, the knot was happily broken, and a fair prospect of tranquillity\nfor the future, if we reform, be thankful, and make a right use of this\nmercy!Mary travelled to the garden.Mary went back to the hallway.Sandra went back to the kitchen.I went to see the muster of the six Scotch and English\nregiments whom the Prince of Orange had lately sent to his Majesty out\nof Holland upon this rebellion, but which were now returning, there\nhaving been no occasion for their use.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra put down the football.Sandra went to the garden.They were all excellently clad\nand well disciplined, and were encamped on Blackheath with their tents:\nthe King and Queen came to see them exercise, and the manner of their\nencampment, which was very neat and magnificent.Mary picked up the football there.By a gross mistake of the Secretary of his Majesty's Forces, it had\nbeen ordered that they should be quartered in private houses, contrary\nto an Act of Parliament, but, on my informing his Majesty timely of it,\nit was prevented.Sandra moved to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.The two horsemen which my son and myself sent into the county troops,\nwere now come home, after a month's being out to our great charge.Sandra went to the office.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went to the bathroom.The Trinity Company met this day, which should have\nbeen on the Monday after Trinity, but was put off by reason of the Royal\nCharter being so large, that it could not be ready before.Mary moved to the bedroom.Mary went to the hallway.Daniel went to the office.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Pepys, Secretary to the Admiralty, was a\nsecond time chosen Master.Daniel went back to the garden.There were present the Duke of Grafton, Lord\nDartmouth, Master of the Ordnance, the Commissioners of the Navy, and\nBrethren of the Corporation.Mary discarded the football.Daniel went to the bathroom.We went to church, according to custom, and\nthen took barge to the Trinity House, in London, where we had a great\ndinner, above eighty at one table.[Sidenote: CHELSEA]\n\n7th August, 1685.Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Watts, keeper of the Apothecaries'\ngarden of simples at Chelsea, where there is a collection of innumerable\nrarities of that sort particularly, besides many rare annuals, the tree\nbearing Jesuit's bark, which hadJohn moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel got the football there.What was very ingenious was the subterranean heat, conveyed by a stove\nunder the conservatory, all vaulted with brick, so as he has the doors\nand windows open in the hardest frosts, secluding only the snow.Boscawen, with my Lord\nGodolphin's little son, with whose education hitherto his father had\nintrusted me.Mary travelled to the garden.My daughter Elizabeth died of the smallpox, soon\nafter having married a young man, nephew of Sir John Tippett, Surveyor\nof the Navy, and one of the Commissioners.The 30th, she was buried in\nthe church at Deptford.Mary moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the office.Thus, in less than six months were we deprived\nof two children for our unworthiness and causes best known to God, whom\nI beseech from the bottom of my heart that he will give us grace to make\nthat right use of all these chastisements, that we may become better,\nand entirely submit in all things to his infinitely wise disposal.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Lord Clarendon (Lord Privy Seal) wrote to let me\nknow that the King being pleased to send him Lord-Lieutenant into\nIreland, was also pleased to nominate me one of the Commissioners to\nexecute the office of Privy Seal during his Lieutenancy there, it\nbehoving me to wait upon his Majesty to give him thanks for this great\nhonor.Daniel left the football.Certainly, the attack on it was most sudden, and in\nconsequence it fought on the defensive and at a disadvantage throughout\nthe day.General Hardee's corps, forming the first line of battle, moved against\nthe outlying division of the Union army, which was commanded by General\nBenjamin Prentiss, of West Virginia.Mary went to the bathroom.Before Prentiss could form his lines\nHardee's shells began bursting around him, but he was soon ready and,\nthough pressed back for half a mile in the next two or three hours, his\nmen fought like heroes.Meanwhile the further Confederate advance under\nBragg, Polk, and Breckinridge was extending all along the line in front of\nthe Federal camps.Daniel picked up the football there.The second Federal force to encounter the fury of the\noncoming foe was the division of General W. T. Sherman, which was cut to\npieces and disorganized, but only after it had inflicted frightful loss on\nthe Confederate army.Sandra went back to the hallway.General Grant, as we have noted, spent the night at Savannah, a town nine\nmiles by way of the river from Pittsburg Landing.Daniel picked up the milk there.As he sat at breakfast,\nhe heard the distant boom of cannon and he quickly realized that\nJohnston's army had attacked his own at the Landing.Instantly he took a\nboat and started for the scene of the conflict.Mary went to the kitchen.At Crump's Landing, about\nhalf way between the two, General Lew Wallace was stationed with a\ndivision of seven thousand men.As Grant passed Crump's Landing, he met\nWallace and ordered him to be ready for instant marching when he was\ncalled for.Daniel moved to the garden.When Grant arrived at Pittsburg", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "About two and a half miles from the Landing stood a little log church\namong the trees, in which for years the simple folk of the countryside had\nbeen wont to gather for worship every Sunday morning.John went back to the office.But on this fateful\nSunday, the demon of war reigned supreme.Daniel travelled to the garden.The little church was known as\nShiloh to all the country around, and it gave its name to the great battle\nthat raged near it on that memorable day.Daniel grabbed the football there.General Prentiss had borne the first onset of the morning.John journeyed to the garden.Mary went to the garden.He had been\npressed back half a mile.But about nine o'clock, after being reenforced,\nhe made a stand on a wooded spot with a dense undergrowth, and here he\nheld his ground for eight long hours, until five in the afternoon, when he\nand a large portion of his division were surrounded and compelled to\nsurrender.Time after time the Confederates rushed upon his position, but\nonly to be repulsed with fearful slaughter.Sandra moved to the bathroom.This spot came to be known as\nthe \"Hornet's Nest.\"Sandra got the milk there.It was not far from here that the Confederates\nsuffered the irreparable loss of the day.Their noble commander, Albert\nSidney Johnston, received his death wound as he was urging his troops to\nforce back Hurlbut's men.Daniel journeyed to the office.John moved to the office.He was riding in the center of the fight,\ncheering his men, when a minie ball cut an artery of his thigh.Daniel picked up the apple there.But he\nthought only of victory and continued in the saddle, raising his voice in\nencouragement above the din of battle.Presently his voice became faint, a\ndeadly pallor blanched his cheek.He was lifted from his horse, but it was\ntoo late.In a few minutes the great commander was dead, from loss of\nblood.The death of Johnston, in the belief of many, changed the result at Shiloh\nand prevented the utter rout or capture of Grant's army.One of Johnston's\nsubordinates wrote: \"Johnston's death was a tremendous catastrophe.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the office.Sometimes the hopes of millions of people depend upon one head and one\narm.Sandra went back to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.The West perished with Albert Sidney Johnston and the Southern\ncountry followed.\"Sandra dropped the milk there.Jefferson Davis afterward declared that \"the fortunes\nof a country hung by a single thread on the life that was yielded on the\nfield of Shiloh.\"Daniel left the football.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.Beauregard succeeded to the command on the fall of Johnston and the\ncarnage continued all the day--till darkness was falling over the valleys\nand the hills.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Daniel discarded the apple.Sandra took the milk there.The final charge of the evening was made by three\nConfederate brigades close to the Landing, in the hope of gaining that\nimportant point.Daniel took the apple there.Daniel went to the office.But", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Beauregard then gave orders to desist from further attack all\nalong his lines, to suspend operations till morning.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary journeyed to the office.Daniel took the apple there.When General Bragg\nheard this he was furious with rage.He had counted on making an immediate\ngrand assault in the darkness, believing that he could capture a large\npart of the Federal army.Mary journeyed to the garden.When the messenger informed him of Beauregard's order, he inquired if he\nhad already delivered it to the other commanders.\"If you had not,\" rejoined the angry Bragg, \"I would not obey it.But Bragg's fears were not shared by his compatriots.Mary got the football there.Further mention is due the two little wooden gunboats, _Tyler_ and\n_Lexington_, for their share in the great fight.The _Tyler_ had lain all\nday opposite the mouth of Dill's Branch which flowed through a deep,\nmarshy ravine, into the Tennessee just above the Landing.Her commander,\nLieutenant Gwin, was eager for a part in the battle, and when he saw the\nConfederate right pushing its way toward the Landing, he received\npermission to open fire.For an hour his guns increased the difficulties\nof Jackson's and Chalmers' brigades as they made their way to the\nsurrounding of Prentiss.Later on the _Lexington_ joined her sister, and\nthe two vessels gave valuable support to the Union cannon at the edge of\nthe ravine and to Hurlbut's troops until the contest ended.All that\nnight, in the downpour of rain, Lieutenant Gwin, at the request of General\nNelson, sent shot crashing through the trees in the direction where the\nConfederates had bivouacked.John went to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the office.This completely broke the rest of the\nexhausted troops, and had a decided effect upon the next day's result.Southern hopes were high at the close of this first bloody day at Shiloh.Whatever of victory there was at the end of the day belonged to the\nConfederates.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.They had pressed the Federals back more than a mile and now\noccupied their ground and tents of the night before.She had started from one of these horrid dreams,\nand afraid to go to sleep again, lay quietly gazing around the cavern\non the ever varying reflections cast by the myriads of crystals that\nglittered upon the wall and ceiling.Although there were in some portions of the cavern walls chinks or\ncrevices which let in air, and during some portion of the day a few\nstraggling sunbeams, it was found necessary even during the day to\nkeep a lamp constantly burning.Daniel discarded the apple.And the one standing on the table in\nthe centre of the cave was never allowed to go out.As we have said, Hellena lay awake gazing about her.Daniel moved to the bathroom.A perfect stillness reigned in the cave, broken only by the rather\nheavy breathing of the Indian woman who slept soundly.Suddenly she heard, or thought she heard a slightSandra travelled to the kitchen.Sandra picked up the milk there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "or does she actually\nsee the wall of the cavern parting?Daniel grabbed the football there.Such actually seems to be the\ncase, and from the opening out steps a figure dressed like an Indian,\nand bearing in his hand a blazing torch.Mary picked up the milk there.Hellena's tongue cleaves to the roof of her mouth, and her limbs are\nparalyzed with terror.The figure moves about the room with a step as noiseless as the step\nof the dead, while the crystals on the walls seem to be set in motion,\nand to blaze with unnatural brilliancy as his torch is carried from\nplace to place.Mary left the milk.He carefully examines everything as he proceeds; particularly the\nweapons belonging to the pirates, which seemed particularly to take\nhis fancy.Mary got the milk there.But he carefully replaces everything after having examined\nit.He now approaches the place where the two women are lying.The figure approached the couch; for a moment he bent over it and\ngazed intently on the two women; particularly on that of the white\nmaiden.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.John grabbed the apple there.When having apparently satisfied his curiosity, he withdrew as\nstealthily as he had come.Sandra went back to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Mary left the milk.When Hellena opened her eyes again, the spectre had vanished, and\neverything about the cave appeared as if nothing unusual had happened.For a long time she lay quietly thinking over the strange occurrences\nof the night.She was in doubt whether scenes which she had witnessed\nwere real, or were only the empty creations of a dream.Mary grabbed the milk there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.The horrible\nspectres which she had seen in the fore part of the night seemed like\nthose which visit us in our dreams when our minds are troubled.But\nthe apparition of the Indian seemed more real.John discarded the apple.Daniel put down the football there.or were the two\nscenes only different parts of one waking vision?To this last opinion she seemed most inclined, and was fully confirmed\nin the opinion that the cavern was haunted.Although Hellena was satisfied in her own mind that the figure that\nhad appeared so strangely was a disembodied spirit, yet she had a\nvague impression that she had somewhere seen that form before.But\nwhen, or where, she could not recollect.Mary dropped the milk.When in the morning she related the occurrences of the night to\nLightfoot, the Indian expressed no surprise, and exhibited no alarm.Nor did she attempt to offer any explanation seeming to treat it as a\nmatter of course.Although this might be unsatisfactory to Hellena in some respects, it\nwas perhaps after all, quite as well for her that Lightfoot did not\nexhibit any alarm at what had occurred, as by doing so she imparted\nsome of her own confidence to her more timid companion.Mary journeyed to the garden.All this while Black Bill had not been thought of but after a while he\ncrawled out from his bunk, his eyes twice their usual size, and coming\nup to Hellena, he said:\n\n\"Misses, misses, I seed do debble last night wid a great fire-brand in", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel took the apple there.Now I know\nhe's comin' after massa Flint, cause he didn't touch nobody else.\"\"No; but I kept mighty still, and shut my eyes when he come to look at\nme, but he didn't say noffen, so I know'd it wasn't dis darkey he was\nafter.\"Daniel dropped the apple.Sandra travelled to the office.This statement of the <DW64>'s satisfied Hellena that she had not been\ndreaming when she witnessed the apparition of the Indian.On further questioning Bill, she found he had not witnessed any of the\nhorrid phantoms that had visited her in her dreams.John moved to the kitchen.Sandra moved to the garden.Daniel went back to the bathroom.As soon as Hellena could do so without attracting attention, she took\na lamp and examined the walls in every direction to see if she could\ndiscover any where a crevice large enough for a person to pass\nthrough, but she could find nothing of the sort.Mary travelled to the hallway.The walls were rough and broken in many parts, but there was nothing\nlike what she was in search of.She next questioned Lightfoot about it, asking her if there was any\nother entrance to the cave beside the one through which they had\nentered.But the Indian woman gave her no satisfaction, simply telling her that\nshe might take the lamp and examine for herself.Sandra went to the bathroom.As Hellena had already done this, she was of course as much in the\ndark as ever.John went back to the bedroom.Mary moved to the garden.When Captain Flint visited the cave again as he did on the following\nday, Hellena would have related to him the occurrences of the previous\nnight, but she felt certain that he would only laugh at it as\nsomething called up by her excited imagination, or treat it as a story\nmade up for the purpose of exciting his sympathy.John picked up the apple there.Or perhaps invented for the purpose of arousing his superstition in\norder to make him leave the cave, and take her to some place where\nescape would be more easy.So she concluded to say nothing to him about it.About a week after the occurrence of the events recorded in the last\nchapter, Captain Flint and his crew were again assembled in the\ncavern.An enormous brindled cat is mewing upon the\ndoorstep, a couple of gaunt hens and a bedraggled cock are pacing the\ndeserted gardens, while from a lean-to outhouse comes the unmistakable\ngrunt of a pig.\u201cHe\u2019s not at home,\u201d he mutters.John went back to the kitchen.\u201cI\u2019m just as glad, for your pa would\nhave been mighty angry with me.Somewhere not far off he\u2019ll be, I\nreckon, and up to no good.Come along, Miss Ruby; we\u2019d better be\ngetting home, or the mistress\u2019ll be wondering what\u2019s come over you.\u201d\n\nThey are riding homewards by the river\u2019s bank, when they come upon a\ncurious figure.John went back to the garden.An", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the office.John moved to the bedroom.The face which looks\nout at them from beneath this strange head-gear is yellow and wizened,\nand the once keen blue eyes are dim and bleared, yet withal there is a\nsort of low cunning about the whole countenance which sends a sudden\nshiver to Ruby\u2019s heart, and prompts Dick to touch up both ponies with\nthat convenient switch of his so smartly as to cause even lethargic\nSmuttie to break into a canter.\u201cWho is he?\u201d Ruby asks in a half-frightened whisper as they slacken\npace again.She looks over her shoulder as she asks the question.Daniel took the football there.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary moved to the kitchen.The old man is standing just as they left him, gazing after them\nthrough a flood of golden light.Daniel left the football there.Daniel got the football there.\u201cHe\u2019s an old wicked one!\u201d he mutters.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.\u201cThat\u2019s him, Miss Ruby, him as we\nwere speaking about, old Davis, as stole your pa\u2019s sheep.John went back to the kitchen.Your pa would\nhave had him put in prison, but that he was such an old one.Mary travelled to the bedroom.He\u2019s a bad\nlot though, so he is.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s got a horrid face.Daniel travelled to the hallway.I don\u2019t like his face one bit,\u201d says Ruby.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Daniel moved to the office.Sandra went to the office.Her\nown face is very white as she speaks, and her brown eyes ablaze.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra went to the bathroom.\u201cI\nwish we hadn\u2019t seen him,\u201d shivers the little girl, as they set their\nfaces homewards.Daniel took the milk there.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV.\u201cI kissed thee when I went away\n    On thy sweet eyes--thy lips that smiled.Daniel dropped the apple.John travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.John journeyed to the bathroom.I heard thee lisp thy baby lore--\n    Thou wouldst not learn the word farewell.Sandra moved to the office.God\u2019s angels guard thee evermore,\n    Till in His heaven we meet and dwell!\u201d\n\n                               HANS ANDERSON.Sandra went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.It is stilly night, and she is\nstanding down by the creek, watching the dance and play of the water\nover the stones on its way to the river.Daniel discarded the football.John journeyed to the bathroom.All around her the moonlight\nis streaming, kissing the limpid water into silver, and in the deep\nblue ofDaniel travelled to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Not a sound can the little girl hear save the gentle murmur of the\nstream over the stones.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the hallway.John went to the kitchen.All the world--the white, white, moon-radiant\nworld--seems to be sleeping save Ruby; she alone is awake.John got the milk there.Stranger than all, though she is all alone, the child feels no sense of\ndread.Mary travelled to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Mary went to the garden.She is content to stand there, watching the moon-kissed stream\nrushing by, her only companions those ever-watchful lights of heaven,\nthe stars.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.Faint music is sounding in her ears, music so faint and far away that\nit almost seems to come from the streets of the Golden City, where the\nredeemed sing the \u201cnew song\u201d of the Lamb through an endless day.Daniel picked up the apple there.Ruby\nstrains her ears to catch the notes echoing through the still night in\nfaint far-off cadence.Mary travelled to the bathroom.John dropped the milk.Nearer, ever nearer, it comes; clearer, ever clearer, ring those glad\nstrains of joy, till, with a great, glorious rush they seem to flood\nthe whole world:\n\n\u201cGlory to God in the highest, and on earth peace; good will toward men!\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s on Jack\u2019s card!\u201d Ruby cannot help exclaiming; but the words die\naway upon her lips.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.Gazing upwards, she sees such a blaze of glory as almost seems to blind\nher.John moved to the hallway.John travelled to the office.Strangely enough the thought that this is only a dream, and the\nattendant necessity of pinching, do not occur to Ruby just now.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary went back to the garden.She is gazing upwards in awestruck wonder to the shining sky.Daniel put down the apple.Mary went to the bathroom.What is\nthis vision of fair faces, angel faces, hovering above her, faces\nshining with a light which \u201cnever was on land or sea,\u201d the radiance\nfrom their snowy wings striking athwart the gloom?Sandra travelled to the bedroom.Daniel got the apple there.And in great, glorious unison the grand old Christmas carol rings\nforth--\n\n\u201cGlory to God in the highest, and on earth peace; good will toward men!\u201d\n\nOpen-eyed and awestruck, the little girl stands gazing upwards, a\nwonder fraught with strange beauty at her heart.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel dropped the apple.Can it be possible\nthat one of those bright-faced angels may be the mother whom Ruby never\nknew, sent from the far-off land to bear the Christmas message to the\nchild who never missed a mother\u2019s love because she never knew it?Daniel moved to the office.Mary went back to the hallway.\u201cOh, mamma,\u201d cries poor Ruby, stretching appealing hands up to the\nshining throng, \u201ctake me with you!", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Take me with you back to heaven!\u201d\n\nShe hardly knows why the words rise to her lips.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Heaven has never been\na very real place to this little girl, although her mother is there;\nthe far-off city, with its pearly gates and golden streets, holds but\na shadowy place in Ruby\u2019s heart, and before to-night she has never\ngreatly desired to enter therein.John went to the kitchen.Mary went back to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra took the milk there.The life of the present has claimed all her attention, and, amidst\nthe joys and pleasures of to-day, the coming life has held but little\nplace.John moved to the office.Mary got the apple there.But now, with heaven\u2019s glories almost opened before her, with\nthe \u201cnew song\u201d of the blessed in her ears, with her own long-lost\nmother so near, Ruby would fain be gone.Slowly the glory fades away, the angel faces grow dimmer and dimmer,\nthe heavenly music dies into silence, and the world is calm and hushed\nas before.Mary dropped the apple there.Sandra went to the office.Still Ruby stands gazing upwards, longing for the angel\nvisitants to come again.But no heavenly light illumines the sky, only\nthe pale radiance of the moon, and no sound breaks upon the child\u2019s\nlistening ear save the monotonous music of the ever-flowing water.With a disappointed little sigh, Ruby brings her gaze back to earth\nagain.Mary grabbed the apple there.Sandra went to the bedroom.For days they would dream and starve and write.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Sandra put down the football there.Then followed an auction\nsale of the total collection of verses, hawked about anywhere and\neverywhere among the editeurs, like a crop of patiently grown fruit.Sandra took the football there.Having sold it, literally by the yard, they would all saunter up the\n\"Boul' Miche,\" and forget their past misery, in feasting, to their\nhearts' content, on the good things of life.On days like these, you\nwould see them passing, their black-brimmed hats adjusted jauntily over\ntheir poetic locks--their eyes beaming with that exquisite sense of\nfeeling suddenly rich, that those who live for art's sake know!Sandra moved to the bathroom.Mary moved to the hallway.The\nkeenest of pleasures lie in sudden contrasts, and to these six poetic,\nimpractical Bohemians, thus suddenly raised from the slough of despond\nto a state where they no longer trod with mortals--their cup of\nhappiness was full and spilling over.Mary dropped the apple.They must not only have a good\ntime, but so must every one around them.With their great riches, they\nwould make the world gay as long as it lasted, for when it was over they\nknew how sad life would be.For a while--then they would scratch\naway--and have another auction![Illustration: DAYLIGHT]\n\nUnlike another good fellow, a painterJohn travelled to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John took the football there.John left the football.Mary went back to the bathroom.In a fortunate space of\ntime his friends, who had been hunting for him all over the Quarter,\nwould find him at last and rescue him from his chosen tomb; or his good\naunt, fearing he was ill, would send a draft!Sandra got the football there.Then life would, to this\nimpractical philosopher, again become worth living.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.He would dispatch a\n\"petit bleu\" to Marcelle; and the two would meet at the Cafe Cluny, and\ndine at La Perruse on filet de sole au vin blanc, and a bottle of Haut\nBarsac--the bottle all cobwebs and cradled in its basket--the garcon, as\nhe poured its golden contents, holding his breath meanwhile lest he\ndisturb its long slumber.John journeyed to the bedroom.There are wines that stir the soul, and this was one of them--clear as a\ntopaz and warming as the noonday sun--the same warmth that had given it\nbirth on its hillside in Bordeaux, as far back as '82.Sandra dropped the football.Mary moved to the kitchen.Daniel grabbed the apple there.It warmed the\nheart of Marcelle, too, and made her cheeks glow and her eyes\nsparkle--and added a rosier color to her lips.Mary went to the bathroom.It made her talk--clearly\nand frankly, with a full and a happy heart, so that she confessed her\nlove for this \"bon garcon\" of a painter, and her supreme admiration for\nhis work and the financial success he had made with his art.Mary moved to the bedroom.John went back to the bathroom.All of\nwhich this genial son of Bohemia drank in with a feeling of pride, and\nhe would swell out his chest and curl the ends of his long mustache\nupwards, and sigh like a man burdened with money, and secure in his\nability and success, and with a peaceful outlook into the future--and\nthe fact that Marcelle loved him of all men!Daniel discarded the apple there.Mary travelled to the kitchen.They would linger long over\ntheir coffee and cigarettes, and then the two would stroll out under the\nstars and along the quai, and watch the little Seine boats crossing and\nrecrossing, like fireflies, and the lights along the Pont Neuf reflected\ndeep down like parti-colored ribbons in the black water.Sandra picked up the football there.Sandra left the football there.[Illustration: (pair of high heeled shoes)]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER V\n\n\"A DEJEUNER AT LAVENUE'S\"\n\n\nIf you should chance to breakfast at \"Lavenue's,\" or, as it is called,\nthe \"Hotel de France et Bretagne,\" for years famous as a rendezvous of\nmen celebrated in art and letters, you will be impressed first with the\nsimplicity of the three little rooms forming the popular side of this\nrestaurant, and secondly with theMary went to the hallway.Daniel got the apple there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Mary took the football there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.[Illustration: MADEMOISELLE FANNY AND HER STAFF]\n\nAs you enter the front room, you pass good Mademoiselle Fanny at the\ndesk, a cheery, white-capped, genial old lady, who has sat behind that\ndesk for forty years, and has seen many a \"bon garcon\" struggle up the\nladder of fame--from the days when he was a student at the Beaux-Arts,\nuntil his name became known the world over.Sandra went back to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.It has long been a\nfavorite restaurant with men like Rodin, the sculptor--and Colin, the\npainter--and the late Falguiere--and Jean Paul Laurens and Bonnat,\nand dozens of others equally celebrated--and with our own men, like\nWhistler and Sargent and Harrison, and St.Daniel travelled to the bathroom.John moved to the bathroom.These three plain little rooms are totally different from the \"other\nside,\" as it is called, of the Maison Lavenue.Mary went to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the office.Here one finds quite a\ngorgeous cafe, with a pretty garden in the rear, and another\nroom--opening into the garden--done in delicate green lattice and\nmirrors.Mary journeyed to the hallway.John went to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the garden.Daniel grabbed the apple there.John travelled to the kitchen.This side is far more expensive to dine in than the side with\nthe three plain little rooms, and the gentlemen with little red\nribbons in their buttonholes; but as the same good cook dispenses from\nthe single big kitchen, which serves for the dear and the cheap side\nthe same good things to eat at just half the price, the reason for the\npopularity of the \"cheap side\" among the crowd who come here daily is\nevident.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.John picked up the milk there.Mary moved to the bathroom.[Illustration: RODIN]\n\nIt is a quiet, restful place, this Maison Lavenue, and the best place I\nknow in which to dine or breakfast from day to day.John grabbed the football there.Sandra journeyed to the hallway.There is an air of\nintime and cosiness about Lavenue's that makes one always wish to\nreturn.Sandra journeyed to the kitchen.Daniel went to the hallway.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the bathroom.John left the football.[Illustration: (group of men dining)]\n\nYou will see a family of rich bourgeois enter, just in from the country,\nfor the Montparnasse station is opposite.John dropped the milk.Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra moved to the bathroom.John grabbed the milk there.His fate also was more fortunate than that of his\npatron.John discarded the milk.John went back to the office.Sandra took the milk there.Being distinguished by the beauty as well as strength of his\nperson, he rendered himself so acceptable to a young lady, heiress of\nthe ancient family of CharterisMary dropped the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Their descendants took the name of Charteris,\nas connecting themselves with their maternal ancestors, the ancient\nproprietors of the property, though the name of Thomas de Longueville\nwas equally honoured amongst them; and the large two handed sword with\nwhich he mowed the ranks of war was, and is still, preserved among\nthe family muniments.Another account is, that the family name of De\nLongueville himself was Charteris.The estate afterwards passed to a\nfamily of Blairs, and is now the property of Lord Gray.These barons of Kinfauns, from father to son, held, for several\ngenerations, the office of Provost of Perth, the vicinity of the castle\nand town rendering it a very convenient arrangement for mutual support.Sandra moved to the hallway.The Sir Patrick of this history had more than once led out the men of\nPerth to battles and skirmishes with the restless Highland depredators,\nand with other enemies, foreign and domestic.True it is, he\nused sometimes to be weary of the slight and frivolous complaints\nunnecessarily brought before him, and in which he was requested to\ninterest himself.Hence he had sometimes incurred the charge of being\ntoo proud as a nobleman, or too indolent as a man of wealth, and one who\nwas too much addicted to the pleasures of the field and the exercise of\nfeudal hospitality, to bestir himself upon all and every occasion\nwhen the Fair Town would have desired his active interference.But,\nnotwithstanding that this occasioned some slight murmuring, the\ncitizens, upon any serious cause of alarm, were wont to rally around\ntheir provost, and were warmly supported by him both in council and\naction.John travelled to the office.Sandra took the milk there.Within the bounds of Annandale\n     The gentle Johnstones ride;\n     They have been there a thousand years,\n     A thousand more they'll bide.Sandra put down the milk.The character and quality of Sir Patrick Charteris, the Provost of\nPerth, being such as we have sketched in the last chapter, let us now\nreturn to the deputation which was in the act of rendezvousing at the\nEast Port, in order to wait upon that dignitary with their complaints at\nKinfauns.And first appeared Simon Glover, on a pacing palfrey, which had\nsometimes enjoyed the honour of bearing the fairer person as well as the\nlighter weight of his beautiful daughter.Mary went to the bedroom.Sandra went back to the kitchen.His cloak was muffled round\nthe lower part of his face, as a sign to his friends not to interrupt\nhim by any questions while he passed through the streets, and partly,\nperhaps, on account of the coldness of the weather.Mary went to the kitchen.The deepest anxiety\nwas seated on his brow, as if the more he meditated on the matter he was\nengaged in, the more difficult and perilous it appeared.He only greeted\nby silent gestures his friends as they came to the rendezvous.A strong black horse, of the old Galloway breed, of an under size, and\nnot exceeding fourteen hands,Sandra got the apple there.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the office.A\njudge of the animal might see in his eye a spark of that vicious temper\nwhich is frequently the accompaniment of the form that is most vigorous\nand enduring; but the weight, the hand, and the seat of the rider,\nadded to the late regular exercise of a long journey, had subdued his\nstubbornness for the present.He was accompanied by the honest bonnet\nmaker, who being, as the reader is aware, a little round man, and\nwhat is vulgarly called duck legged, had planted himself like a red\npincushion (for he was wrapped in a scarlet cloak, over which he had\nslung a hawking pouch), on the top of a great saddle, which he might be\nsaid rather to be perched upon than to bestride.Sandra went back to the office.The saddle and the man\nwere girthed on the ridge bone of a great trampling Flemish mare, with\na nose turned up in the air like a camel, a huge fleece of hair at each\nfoot, and every hoof full as large in circumference as a frying pan.Sandra travelled to the garden.The\ncontrast between the beast and the rider was so extremely extraordinary,\nthat, whilst chance passengers contented themselves with wondering how\nhe got up, his friends were anticipating with sorrow the perils which\nmust attend his coming down again; for the high seated horseman's\nfeet did not by any means come beneath the laps of the saddle.It was a sort of dedicatory\nopening of the building and hall, and was attended by large\ndelegations from the different churches.A room was fitted up on the second story and the beginning\nof what is now the St.Sandra travelled to the hallway.About 350 books were purchased with the funds raised by the social,\nand the patrons of the library were required to pay one dollar per\nyear for permission to read them.Simonton was the first\nlibrarian.Subsequently this library was consolidated with the St.John journeyed to the office.Paul Mercantile Library association and the number of books more than\ndoubled.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary moved to the bathroom.John journeyed to the bathroom.A regular librarian was then installed with the privilege of\nreading the library's books raised to two dollars per annum.Daniel picked up the football there.*       *       *       *       *\n\nThe People's theater, an old frame building on the corner of Fourth\nand St.Daniel left the football.Peter streets, was the only real theatrical building in\nthe city.H. Van Liew was the lessee and manager of this place of\nentertainment, and he was provided with a very good stock company.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Emily Dow and her brother, Harry Gossan and Azelene Allen were among\nthe members.They were the most\nprominent actors who had yet appeared in this part of the country.Sandra took the apple there.\"The Man in the Iron Mask\" and \"Macbeth\" were on their repertoire.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Probably \"MacbSandra left the apple.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.Wallack's Lady Macbeth was a piece of acting that few of the\npresent generation can equal.Miles was one of the stars\nat this theater, and it was at this place that he first produced the\nplay of \"Mazeppa,\" which afterward made him famous.Carver,\nforeman of the job department of the St.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Paul Times, often assisted in\ntheatrical productions.Mary moved to the office.Carver was not only a first-class printer,\nbut he was also a very clever actor.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.His portrayal of the character of\nUncle Tom in \"Uncle Tom's Cabin,\" which had quite a run, and was fully\nequal to any later production by full fledged members of the dramatic\nprofession.John travelled to the bathroom.Carver was one of the first presidents of the\nInternational Typographical union, and died in Cincinnati many years\nago, leaving a memory that will ever be cherished by all members of\nthe art preservative.John journeyed to the office.John took the milk there.Daniel travelled to the garden.This theater had a  gallery, and the shaded gentry were\nrequired to pay as much for admission to the gallery at the far end of\nthe building as did the nabobs in the parquet.Joe Rolette, the member\nfrom \"Pembina\" county, occasionally entertained the audience at this\ntheater by having epileptic fits, but Joe's friends always promptly\nremoved him from the building and the performance would go on\nundisturbed.*       *       *       *       *\n\nOn the second story of an old frame building on the southeast corner\nof Third and Exchange streets there was a hall that was at one time\nthe principal amusement hall of the city.The building was constructed\nin 1850 by the Elfelt brothers and the ground floor was occupied by\nthem as a dry goods store.Mary went to the kitchen.It is one of the very oldest buildings in\nthe city.The name of Elfelt brothers until quite recently could be\nseen on the Exchange street side of the building.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.The hall was named\nMazurka hall, and all of the swell entertainments of the early '50s\ntook place in this old building.At a ball given in the hall during\none of the winter months more than forty years ago, J.Q.A.John discarded the milk.Ward,\nbookkeeper for the Minnesotian, met a Miss Pratt, who was a daughter\nof one of the proprietors of the same paper, and after an acquaintance\nof about twenty minutes mysteriously disappeared from the hall and got\nmarried.Sandra went back to the kitchen.They intended to keep it a secret for a while, but it was\nknown all over the town the next day and produced great commotion.Miss Pratt's parents would not permit her to see her husband, and they\nwere finally divorced without having lived together.Daniel journeyed to the office.For a number of years Napoleon Heitz kept aSandra went back to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John picked up the apple there.Heitz had participated in a number of battles under\nthe great Napoleon, and the patrons of his place well recollect the\ngraphic descriptions of the battle of Waterloo which he would often\nrelate while the guest was partaking of a Tom and Jerry or an oyster\nstew.*       *       *       *       *\n\nDuring the summer of 1860 Charles N. Mackubin erected two large\nbuildings on the site of the Metropolitan hotel.Mozart hall was on\nthe Third street end and Masonic hall on the Fourth street corner.At\na sanitary fair held during the winter of 1864 both of these halls\nwere thrown together and an entertainment on a large scale was\nheld for the benefit of the almost depleted fundes of the sanitary\ncommission.Fairs had been given for this fund in nearly all the\nprincipal cities of the North, and it was customary to vote a sword\nto the most popular volunteer officer whom the state had sent to the\nfront.A large amount of money had been raised in the different cities\non this plan, and the name of Col.John moved to the office.Marshall of the Seventh regiment\nand Col.Uline of the Second were selected as two officers in whom it\nwas thought the people would take sufficient interest to bring out a\nlarge vote.Mary went to the office.John discarded the apple.John travelled to the kitchen.Mary went back to the hallway.The friends of both candidates were numerous and each side\nhad some one stationed at the voting booth keeping tab on the number\nof votes cast and the probable number it would require at the close\nto carry off the prize.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Uline had been a fireman and was very\npopular with the young men of the city.Daniel left the apple.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel moved to the kitchen.Marshall was backed by\nfriends in the different newspaper offices.Sandra got the apple there.Mary travelled to the bedroom.The contest was very\nspirited and resulted in Col.Uline capturing the sword, he having\nreceived more than two thousand votes in one bundle during the last\nfive minutes the polls were open.This fair was very successful,\nthe patriotic citizens of St.Your mother's seen me, as child,\nstanding before the bait trays.I also have stood in an East wind\nthat froze your ears, biting off bait heads----\n\nGEERT.We don't care for your stories, Meneer.You have\nbecome a rich man, and a tyrant.Sandra went to the bedroom.Good!--you are perhaps no worse than\nthe rest, but don't interfere with me in my own house.We may all become different, and perhaps my son may\nlive to see the day when he will come, as I did, twelve years ago,\ncrying to the office, to ask if there's any news of his father and\nhis two brothers!John travelled to the hallway.and not find their employer sitting by his warm fire\nand his strong box, drinking grog.He may not be damned for coming so\noften to ask the same thing, nor be turned from the door with snubs\nand", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Mary picked up the football there.You lie--I never did anything of the sort.I won't soil any more words over it.My father's hair was grey, my mother's hair is grey, Jelle,\nthe poor devil who can't find a place in the Old Men's Home because\non one occasion in his life he was light-fingered--Jelle has also\ngrey hairs.If you hear him or crooked\nJacob, it's the same cuckoo song.But\nnow I'll give another word of advice, my friend, before you go under\nsail.Mary put down the football.You have an old mother, you expect to marry, good; you've been\nin prison six months--I won't talk of that; you have barked out your\ninsolence to me in your own house, but if you attempt any of this\ntalk on board the Hope you'll find out there is a muster roll.When you've become older--and wiser--you'll be ashamed of your\ninsolence--\"the ship owner by his warm stove, and his grog\"----\n\nGEERT.John moved to the garden.And his strong box----\n\nBOS.John went to the bathroom.And his cares, you haven't the wits to understand!Who hauls the fish out of the sea?Who\nrisks his life every hour of the day?Daniel went back to the bathroom.Who doesn't take off his\nclothes in five or six weeks?Who walks with hands covered with salt\nsores,--without water to wash face or hands?Who sleep like beasts\ntwo in a bunk?Who leave wives and mothers behind to beg alms?Mary got the football there.Mary journeyed to the office.Twelve\nhead of us are presently going to sea--we get twenty-five per cent\nof the catch, you seventy-five.Daniel got the apple there.We do the work, you sit safely at\nhome.Your ship is insured, and we--we can go to the bottom in case\nof accident--we are not worth insuring----\n\nKNEIR.You should be a clown in a\ncircus!Twenty-seven per cent isn't enough for him----\n\nGEERT.I'll never eat salted codfish from your generosity!Our whole\nshare is in \"profit and loss.\"When luck is with us we each make eight\nguilders a week, one guilder a day when we're lucky.John went back to the garden.One guilder a\nday at sea, to prepare salt fish, cod with livers for the people in\nthe cities--hahaha!--a guilder a day--when you're lucky and don't go\nto the bottom.You fellows know what you're about when you engage us\non shares.[Old and young heads of fishermen appear at the window.]And say to the skipper--no, never mind--I'll\nbe there myself----[A pause.]Sandra moved to the hallway.Now I'll\ntake two minutes more, blockhead, to rub under your nose something\nI tried three times to say, but you gave me no chance to get in a\nword.When you lie in your bunk tonight--as a beast, of course!--try\nand think of", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John went to the kitchen.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.The Jacoba's just had her hatches torn off, the Queen\nWilhelmina half her bulwarks washed away.John journeyed to the bedroom.You don't count that,\nfor you don't have to pay for it!Three months ago the Expectation\ncollided with a steamer.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Without a thought of the catch or the nets,\nthe men sprang overboard, leaving the ship to drift!Mary moved to the office.You laugh, boy, because you don't realize what cares I\nhave.Mary moved to the hallway.On the Mathilde last week the men smuggled gin and tobacco in\ntheir mattresses to sell to the English.If you were talking about conditions in Middelharnis or Pernis,\nyou'd have reason for it.John picked up the football there.John went to the office.My men don't pay the harbor costs, don't\npay for bait, towing, provisions, barrels, salt.I don't expect you\nto pay the loss of the cordage, if a gaff or a boom breaks.I go into\nmy own pocket for it.I gave your mother an advance, your brother\nBarend deserts.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.No, Meneer, I can't believe that.John got the milk there.Hengst telephoned me from the harbor, else I wouldn't have\nbeen here to be insulted by your oldest son, who's disturbing the\nwhole neighborhood roaring his scandalous songs!Sandra went back to the hallway.If you're not on board on time I'll apply \"Article\nSixteen\" and fine you twenty-five guilders.As for you, my wife doesn't need you at\npresent, you're all a bad lot here.Ach, Meneer, it isn't my fault!After this voyage you can look for\nanother employer, who enjoys throwing pearls before swine better than\nI do!Don't hang your head so soon, Aunt!Geert was in the right----\n\nKNEIR.Great God, if he should desert--if he\ndeserts--he also goes to prison--two sons who----\n\nGEERT.Aren't you going to wish me a good voyage--or don't you think\nthat necessary?Yes, I'm coming----\n\nJO.Sandra journeyed to the garden.Mary moved to the bedroom.I'm sorry for her, the poor thing.There was no silly sentiment in Harry's\ncomposition; he had read no novels, seen no plays, knew nothing of\nromance even \"in real life.\"Mary travelled to the bathroom.The homage he yielded to the fair and\nloving girl was an unaffected reverence for simple purity and\ngoodness; that which the True Heart and the True Life never fail to\ncall forth whenever they exert their power.On the following morning, Julia's condition was very much improved,\nand the physician spoke confidently of a favorable issue.Harry was\npermitted to spend an hour by her bedside, inhaling the pure spirit\nthat pervaded the soul of the sick one.Sandra went to the kitchen.She was so much better that\nher father proposedJohn put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mary journeyed to the office.Bryant drove furiously in his haste, changing horses twice on the\njourney, so that they reached the city at one o'clock.On their\narrival, Harry's attention naturally turned to the reception he\nexpected to receive from his employers.Sandra picked up the milk there.He had not spoken of his\nrelations with them at Rockville, preferring not to pain them, on the\none hand, and not to take too much credit to himself for his devotion\nto Julia, on the other.John went back to the kitchen.After the horse was disposed of at Major\nPhillips's stable, Mr.Bryant walked down town with Harry; and when\nthey reached the store of Wake & Wade, he entered with him.asked the senior partner, rather\ncoldly, when he saw the delinquent.Harry was confused at this reception, though it was not unexpected.\"I didn't know but that you might be willing to take me again.\"Did you say that you did not want my\nyoung friend, here?\"Sandra got the apple there.Bryant, taking the offered hand of\nMr.\"I did say so,\" said the senior.\"I was not aware that he was your\nfriend, though,\" and he proceeded to inform Mr.Bryant that Harry had\nleft them against their wish.\"A few words with you, if you please.\"Mary got the football there.Wake conducted him to the private office, where they remained for\nhalf an hour.\"It is all right, Harry,\" continued Mr.ejaculated our hero, rejoiced to find his place was\nstill secure.\"I would not have gone if I could possibly have helped\nit.\"\"You did right, my boy, and I honor you for your courage and\nconstancy.\"Mary went back to the garden.Bryant bade him an affectionate adieu, promising to write to him\noften until Julia recovered, and then departed.Daniel went to the bathroom.With a grateful heart Harry immediately resumed his duties, and the\npartners were probably as glad to retain him as he was to remain.John went to the bathroom.At night, when he went to his chamber, he raised the loose board to\nget the pill box, containing his savings, in order to return the money\nhe had not expended.To his consternation, he discovered that it was\ngone!CHAPTER XVIII\n\nIN WHICH HARRY MEETS WITH AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE AND GETS A HARD KNOCK ON\nTHE HEAD\n\n\nIt was in vain that Harry searched beneath the broken floor for his\nlost treasure; it could not be found.He raised the boards up, and\nsatisfied himself that it had not slipped away into any crevice, or\nfallen through into the room below; and the conclusion was inevitable\nthat the box had been stolen.The mystery confused Harry, for he was certain\nthat no one had seen him deposit the box beneath the floor.Sandra went back to the garden.Sandra discarded the apple.No one\nexcept Edward even knew that he had any money.Flint nor Katy would have stolen it; and he was not\nwilling to believe that his room-mate would be guilty of such a mean\nand contemptible act", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the bathroom.He tried to assure himself that it had not been stolen--that it was\nstill somewhere beneath the floor; and he pulled up another board, to\nresume the search.He had scarcely done so before Edward joined him.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.he asked, apparently very much astonished\nat his chum's occupation.\"Are you going to pull the house down?\"replied Harry, suspending\noperations to watch Edward's expression when he told him of his loss.\"Put it here, under this loose board.\"Edward manifested a great deal of enthusiasm in the search.Mary moved to the kitchen.He was\nsure it must be where Harry had put it, or that it had rolled back out\nof sight; and he began tearing up the floor with a zeal that\nthreatened the destruction of the building.But the box could not be\nfound, and they were obliged to abandon the search.\"That is a fact; I can't spare that money, anyhow.I have been a good\nwhile earning it, and it is too thundering bad to lose it.\"\"I don't understand it,\" continued Edward.\"Nor I either,\" replied Harry, looking his companion sharp in the eye.\"No one knew I had it but you.\"Daniel took the apple there.\"Do you mean to say I stole it?\"exclaimed Edward, doubling his fist,\nwhile his cheek reddened with anger.I didn't mean to lay it to you.\"Daniel put down the apple there.And Edward was very glad to have the matter compromised.Daniel grabbed the apple there.\"I did not; perhaps I spoke hastily.Daniel travelled to the garden.You know how hard I worked for\nthis money; and it seems hard to lose it.But no matter; I will try\nagain.\"Mary went back to the garden.Flint and Katy were much grieved when Harry told of his loss.Daniel went back to the hallway.Daniel discarded the apple.Not a word more, for I had\nas lief be hung for an old sheep as a lamb.\"Wake; you can apply to him,\" continued Harry.The senior\ntalked with him a few moments, and then retired to his private office,\ncalling Harry as he entered.Mary went back to the kitchen.\"If you say anything, I will be the death of you,\" whispered Ben, as\nHarry passed him on his way to the office.Our hero was not particularly pleased with these threats; he certainly\nwas not frightened by them.Wake, as he presented himself\nbefore the senior.John moved to the garden.\"Who is he, and what is he?\"Bryant told you the story about my leaving Redfield,\"\nsaid Harry.\"That is the boy that run away with me.\"\"And the one that set the barn afire?\"And Harry returned to his work at the counter.Before Harry had time to make any reply, Mr.\"We don't want you, young man,\" said he.With a glance of hatred at Harry, the applicant left the store.Since\nleaving Redfield, our hero's views of duty had undergone a change; and\nhe now realized that to screen a wicked person was to plot with him\nagainst the good order of society.He knew Ben's character; he had no\nreason, after their", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "John grabbed the milk there.Towards evening Harry was sent with a bundle to a place in Boylston\nStreet, which required him to cross the Common.John left the milk.On his return, when he\nreached the corner of the burying ground, Ben Smart, who had evidently\nfollowed him, and lay in wait at this spot for him, sprang from his\ncovert upon him.Sandra took the milk there.The young villain struck him a heavy blow in the eye\nbefore Harry realized his purpose.The blow, however, was vigorously\nreturned; but Ben, besides being larger and stronger than his victim,\nhad a large stone in his hand, with which he struck him a blow on the\nside of his head, knocking him insensible to the ground.The wretch, seeing that he had done his work, fled along the side of\nthe walk of the burying ground, pursued by several persons who had\nwitnessed the assault.Ben was a fleet runner this time, and succeeded\nin making his escape.Sandra moved to the kitchen.CHAPTER XIX\n\nIN WHICH HARRY FINDS THAT EVEN A BROKEN HEAD MAY BE OF SOME USE TO A\nPERSON\n\n\nWhen Harry recovered his consciousness, he found himself in an\nelegantly furnished chamber, with several persons standing around the\nbed upon which he had been laid.Sandra put down the milk.A physician was standing over him,\nengaged in dressing the severe wound he had received in the side of\nhis head.\"There, young man, you have had a narrow escape,\" said the doctor, as\nhe saw his patient's eyes open.asked Harry, faintly, as he tried to concentrate his\nwandering senses.John journeyed to the office.\"You are in good hands, my boy.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.John went back to the kitchen.replied the sufferer, trying to\nrise on the bed.Daniel went back to the garden.John grabbed the apple there.\"Do you feel as though you could walk home?\"Sandra got the milk there.Daniel moved to the bathroom.\"I don't know; I feel kind of faint.\"John travelled to the hallway.John moved to the office.Sandra put down the milk there.Sandra took the milk there.\"No, sir; it feels numb, and everything seems to be flying round.\"John went back to the kitchen.Daniel picked up the football there.John went to the office.Harry expressed an earnest desire to go home, and the physician\nconsented to accompany him in a carriage to Mrs.He\nhad been conveyed in his insensible condition to a house in Boylston\nStreet, the people of which were very kind to him, and used every\neffort to make him comfortable.John travelled to the hallway.A carriage was procured, and Harry was assisted to enter it; for he\nwas so weak and confused that he could not stand alone.Ben had struck\nhim a terrible blow; and, as the physician declared, it was almost a\nmiracle that he had not been killed.Flint and Katy were shocked and alarmed when they saw the\nhelpless boy borne into the house; but everything that the\ncircumstances required was doneJohn went to the office.John dropped the apple there.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel grabbed the football there.he asked, when they had placed him on the bed.John travelled to the office.Mary moved to the garden.\"They will wonder what has become of me at the store,\" continued the\nsufferer, whose thoughts reverted to his post of duty.\"I will go down to the store and tell them what has happened,\" said\nMr.Callender, the kind gentleman to whose house Harry had been\ncarried, and who had attended him to his home.\"Thank you, sir; you are very good.I don't want them to think that I\nhave run away, or anything of that sort.\"\"They will not think so, I am sure,\" returned Mr.Callender, as he\ndeparted upon his mission.\"Do you think I can go to the store to-morrow?\"Mary got the apple there.asked Harry, turning\nto the physician.\"I am afraid not; you must keep very quiet for a time.\"John went to the hallway.He had never been sick a day in\nhis life; and it seemed to him just then as though the world could not\npossibly move on without him to help the thing along.Mary dropped the apple.A great many\npersons cherish similar notions, and cannot afford to be sick a single\nday.I should like to tell my readers at some length what blessings come to\nus while we are sick; what angels with healing ministrations for the\nsoul visit the couch of pain; what holy thoughts are sometimes kindled\nin the darkened chamber; what noble resolutions have their birth in\nthe heart when the head is pillowed on the bed of sickness.But my\nremaining space will not permit it; and I content myself with\nremarking that sickness in its place is just as great a blessing as\nhealth; that it is a part of our needed discipline.Daniel discarded the football.When any of my\nyoung friends are sick, therefore, let them yield uncomplainingly to\ntheir lot, assured that He who hath them in his keeping \"doeth all\nthings well.\"Mary moved to the bedroom.Harry was obliged to learn this lesson; and when the pain in his head\nbegan to be almost intolerable, he fretted and vexed himself about\nthings at the store.He was not half as patient as he might have been;\nand, during the evening, he said a great many hard things about Ben\nSmart, the author of his misfortune.And if the entire\npeople were to regulate their conduct on this model, should you be\ncontent?Daniel grabbed the football there.I fancy that I hear you reply affirmatively.Well, since the\nonly object now is to maintain this religion for which you thus declare\nyour preference, how could you have, I do not say the stupidity, but the\ncruelty, to turn it into a democracy, and to place this precious deposit\nin the hands of the rabble?Daniel went to the bedroom.'You attach too much importance to the dogmatic part of this religion.Sandra moved to the hallway.Daniel moved to the hallway.By what strange contradiction would you desire to agitate the universe\nfor some academic quibble, for miserable wranglings about mere words\n(these are your own terms)?Will you\ncall the Bishop of Quebec and the Bishop of Lu", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the kitchen.That believers should quarrel about infallibility is what\nI know, for I see it; but that statesmen should quarrel in the same way\nabout this great privilege, is what I shall never be able to\nconceive.... That all the bishops in the world should be convoked to\ndetermine a divine truth necessary to salvation--nothing more natural,\nif such a method is indispensable; for no effort, no trouble, ought to\nbe spared for so exalted an aim.Mary travelled to the office.Daniel grabbed the football there.But if the only point is the\nestablishment of one opinion in the place of another, then the\ntravelling expenses of even one single Infallible are sheer waste.Mary moved to the hallway.Sandra moved to the bedroom.Mary went back to the bedroom.If\nyou want to spare the two most valuable things on earth, time and money,\nmake all haste to write to Rome, in order to procure thence a lawful\ndecision which shall declare the unlawful doubt.John grabbed the milk there.Nothing more is needed;\npolicy asks no more.John put down the milk.'[21]\n\nDefinitely, then, the influence of the Popes restored to their ancient\nsupremacy would be exercised in the renewal and consolidation of social\norder resting on the Christian faith, somewhat after this manner.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.The\nanarchic dogma of the sovereignty of peoples, having failed to do\nanything beyond showing that the greatest evils resulting from obedience\ndo not equal the thousandth part of those which result from rebellion,\nwould be superseded by the practice of appeals to the authority of the\nHoly See.John got the milk there.Do not suppose that the Revolution is at an end, or that the\ncolumn is replaced because it is raised up from the ground.A man must\nbe blind not to see that all the sovereignties in Europe are growing\nweak; on all sides confidence and affection are deserting them; sects\nand the spirit of individualism are multiplying themselves in an\nappalling manner.Mary took the apple there.Mary left the apple.There are only two alternatives: you must either\npurify the will of men, or else you must enchain it; the monarch who\nwill not do the first, must enslave his subjects or perish; servitude or\nspiritual unity is the only choice open to nations.On the one hand is\nthe gross and unrestrained tyranny of what in modern phrase is styled\nImperialism, and on the other a wise and benevolent modification of\ntemporal sovereignty in the interests of all by an established and\naccepted spiritual power.John journeyed to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the office.Daniel put down the football.No middle path lies before the people of\nEurope.John went back to the kitchen.Sandra got the football there.Temporal absolutism we must have.The only question is whether\nor no it shall be modified by the wise, disinterested, and moderating\ncounsels of the Church, as given by her consecrated chief.John travelled to the hallway.*       *       *       *   Sandra discarded the football there.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the bedroom.Very early in his career this eminent man had\ndeclared: 'De Maistre has for me the peculiar property of helping me to\nestimate the philosophic capacity of people, by the repute in which they\nhold him.'Daniel went to the bathroom.Among his other reasons at that time for thinking well of M.\nGuizot was that, notwithstanding his transcendent Protestantism, he\ncomplied with the test of appreciating De Maistre.[22] Comte's rapidly\nassimilative intelligence perceived that here at last there was a\ndefinite, consistent, and intelligible scheme for the reorganisation of\nEuropean society, with him the great end of philosophic endeavour.John moved to the garden.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Its\nprinciple of the division of the spiritual and temporal powers, and of\nthe relation that ought to subsist between the two, was the base of\nComte's own scheme.In general form the plans of social reconstruction are identical; in\nsubstance, it need scarcely be said, the differences are fundamental.Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel journeyed to the garden.The temporal power, according to Comte's design, is to reside with\nindustrial chiefs, and the spiritual power to rest upon a doctrine\nscientifically established.De Maistre, on the other hand, believed that\nthe old authority of kings and Christian pontiffs was divine, and any\nattempt to supersede it in either case would have seemed to him as\ndesperate as it seemed impious.Sandra travelled to the hallway.In his strange speculation on _Le\nPrincipe Generateur des Constitutions Politiques_, he contends that all\nlaws in the true sense of the word (which by the way happens to be\ndecidedly an arbitrary and exclusive sense) are of supernatural origin,\nand that the only persons whom we have any right to call legislators,\nare those half-divine men who appear mysteriously in the early history\nof nations, and counterparts to whom we never meet in later days.Elsewhere he maintains to the same effect, that royal families in the\ntrue sense of the word 'are growths of nature, and differ from others,\nas a tree differs from a shrub.'John got the football there.People suppose a family to be royal because it reigns; on the contrary,\nit reigns because it is royal, because it has more life, _plus d'esprit\nroyal_--surely as mysterious and occult a force as the _virtus\ndormitiva_ of opium.John moved to the bathroom.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.The common life of man is about thirty years; the\naverage duration of the reigns of European sovereigns, being Christian,\nis at the very lowest calculation twenty.Daniel moved to the bedroom.How is it possible that 'lives\nshould be only thirty years, and reigns from twenty-two to twenty-five,\nif princes had not more common life than other men?'Mark again, the\ninfluence of religion in the duration of sovereignties.All the\nChristian reigns are longer than all the non-Christian reigns, ancient\nand modern, and Catholic reigns have been longer than Protestant reignsDaniel travelled to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He caught Ginger by the mane and threw himself on the\nsaddle.\"Now, then, Ginger, you must not fail me this trip, if it is your last.A hundred and twenty miles, old boy, and you are none too fresh either.Mary grabbed the football there.Sandra journeyed to the garden.But, Ginger, we must beat them this time.A hundred and twenty miles\nto the Big Horn and twenty miles farther to the Sun Dance, that makes\na hundred and forty, Ginger, and you are just in from a hard two days'\nride.Mary left the football.Daniel got the football there.For Ginger was showing\nsigns of eagerness beyond his wont.\"At all costs this raid must be\nstopped,\" continued Cameron, speaking, after his manner, to his horse,\n\"not for the sake of a few cattle--we could all stand that loss--but to\nbalk at its beginning this scheme of old Copperhead's, for I believe\nin my soul he is at the bottom of it.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.Mary travelled to the bathroom.We need every\nminute, but we cannot afford to make any miscalculations.John travelled to the bathroom.The last\nquarter of an hour is likely to be the worst.\"Daniel put down the football.So on they went through the starry night.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.Steadily Ginger pounded the\ntrail, knocking off the miles hour after hour.There was no pause for\nrest or for food.John went to the office.A few mouthfuls of water in the fording of a running\nstream, a pause to recover breath before plunging into an icy river, or\non the taking of a steep coulee side, but no more.Mary went to the office.Hour after hour they\npressed forward toward the Big Horn Ranch.The night passed into morning\nand the morning into the day, but still they pressed the trail.Sandra went to the office.Toward the close of the day Cameron found himself within an hour's ride\nof his own ranch with Ginger showing every sign of leg weariness and\nalmost of collapse.cried Cameron, leaning over him and patting his neck.Stick to it, old boy, a\nlittle longer.\"John travelled to the garden.Mary moved to the kitchen.A little snort and a little extra spurt of speed was the gallant\nGinger's reply, but soon he was forced to sink back again into his\nstumbling stride.\"One hour more, Ginger, that is all--one hour only.\"As he spoke he leapt from his saddle to ease his horse in climbing a\nlong and lofty hill.As he surmounted the hill he stopped and swiftly\nbacked his horse down the hill.Upon the distant skyline his eye had\ndetected what he judged to be a horseman.Sandra moved to the garden.His horse safely disposed of,\nhe once more crawled to the top of the hill.Carefully his eye swept the intervening valley and the hillside beyond,\nbut only this solitary figure could he see.Mary travelled to the bedroom.As his eye rested on him the\nIndian began to move toward the west.Mary got the football there.Cameron lay watching him for some\nminutes.Mary put down the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sandra travelled to the hallway.From his movements it was evident that the Indian's pace was\nbeing determined by some one on the other side of the hill, for he\nadvanced now swiftly, now slowly.Mary grabbed the apple there.At times he halted and turned back\nupon his track, then went forward again.Mary dropped the apple.He was too late now to be of\nany service at his ranch.He wrung\nhis hands in agony to think of what might have happened.He was torn\nwith anxiety for his family--and yet here was the raid passing onward\nbefore his eyes.One hour would bring him to the ranch, but if this were\nthe outside edge of the big cattle raid the loss of an hour would mean\nthe loss of everything.Sandra moved to the office.Daniel went back to the kitchen.John picked up the apple there.With his eyes still upon the Indian he forced himself to think more\nquietly.John put down the apple there.The secrecy with which the raid was planned made it altogether\nlikely that the homes of the settlers would not at this time be\ninterfered with.At all costs\nhe must do what he could to head off the raid or to break the herd\nin some way.But that meant in the first place a ride of twenty or\ntwenty-five miles over rough country.Sandra got the milk there.He crawled back to his horse and found him with his head close to the\nground and trembling in every limb.\"If he goes this twenty miles,\" he said, \"he will go no more.Sandra left the milk there.But it\nlooks like our only hope, old boy.John grabbed the apple there.We must make for our old beat, the\nSun Dance Trail.\"He mounted his horse and set off toward the west, taking care never to\nappear above the skyline and riding as rapidly as the uncertain footing\nof the untrodden prairie would allow.John journeyed to the office.Sandra took the milk there.Daniel journeyed to the garden.At short intervals he would\ndismount and crawl to the top of the hill in order to keep in touch\nwith the Indian, who was heading in pretty much the same direction as\nhimself.A little further on his screening hill began to flatten\nitself out and finally it ran down into a wide valley which crossed\nhis direction at right angles.He made his horse lie down, still in the\nshelter of the hill, and with most painful care he crawled on hands and\nknees out to the open and secured a point of vantage from which he could\ncommand the valley which ran southward for some miles till it, in turn,\nwas shut in by a further range of hills.Far down before him at the\nbottom of the valley a line of cattle was visible and hurrying them\nalong a couple of Indian horsemen.As he lay watching these Indians he\nobserved that a little farther on this line was augmented by a similar\nline from the east driven by the Indian he had first observed, and by\ntwo others who emerged from a cross valley still further on.Sandra moved to the bathroom.Prone upon\nhis face he lay, with his eyes on that double line of cattle and its\nhustling drivers.What could one man", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel journeyed to the office.Similar lines of cattle were coming down the different valleys and\nwould all mass upon the old Porcupine Trail and finally pour into the\nSun Dance with its many caves and canyons.Daniel went back to the bedroom.There was much that was\nmysterious in this movement still to Cameron.Mary went back to the kitchen.\"We would like to know if you have any washing you could let us\nhave to do?\"Mary got the football there.Daniel travelled to the hallway.he repeated after her, in a voice which had a peculiarly\nresonant quality.He stepped aside with much grace, waved them in and closed the\ndoor.\"Let me see,\" he repeated, opening and closing drawer after\ndrawer of the massive black-walnut bureau.John journeyed to the bedroom.Such an array of nicknacks and pretty things on mantel\nand dressing-case she had never seen before.Daniel got the apple there.The Senator's easy-chair,\nwith a green-shaded lamp beside it, the rich heavy carpet and the fine\nrugs upon the floor--what comfort, what luxury!Sandra travelled to the garden.Daniel travelled to the garden.\"Sit down; take those two chairs there,\" said the Senator,\ngraciously, disappearing into a closet.Daniel dropped the apple.Still overawed, mother and daughter thought it more polite to\ndecline, but now the Senator had completed his researches and he\nreiterated his invitation.Very uncomfortably they yielded and took\nchairs.he continued, with a smile at Jennie.Mary left the football.\"Yes, sir,\" said the mother; \"she's my oldest girl.\"\"Well,\" he returned, \"that's quite a family.You've certainly done\nyour duty to the nation.\"Mary journeyed to the bedroom.Gerhardt, who was touched by his genial\nand interesting manner.\"And you say this is your oldest daughter?\"John moved to the hallway.During the colloquy Jennie's large blue eyes were wide with\ninterest.John went back to the bedroom.Sandra got the apple there.Whenever he looked at her she turned upon him such a frank,\nunsophisticated gaze, and smiled in such a vague, sweet way, that he\ncould not keep his eyes off of her for more than a minute of the\ntime.John went to the kitchen.\"Well,\" he continued, sympathetically, \"that is too bad!I have\nsome washing here not very much but you are welcome to it.He went about now, stuffing articles of apparel into a blue cotton\nbag with a pretty design on the side.\"No,\" he said, reflectively; \"any day next week will do.\"She thanked him with a simple phrase, and started to go.Mary went to the bathroom.\"Let me see,\" he said, stepping ahead of them and opening the door,\n\"you may bring them back Monday.\"Mary journeyed to the garden.Sandra went back to the kitchen.Sandra put down the apple there.They went out and the Senator returned to his reading, but it was\nwith a peculiarly disturbed mind.Mary went back to the bedroom.Mary went back to the kitchen.\"Too bad,\" he said, closing his volume.\"There's", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Sandra went back to the office.John moved to the bedroom.Daniel took the football there.Jennie's spirit of wonder and\nappreciation was abroad in the room.Gerhardt and Jennie made their way anew through the shadowy\nstreets.Mary moved to the hallway.Mary moved to the kitchen.They felt immeasurably encouraged by this fortunate\nventure.Daniel left the football there.Daniel got the football there.Mary moved to the hallway.\"Didn't he have a fine room?\"\"Yes,\" answered the mother; \"he's a great man.\"Sandra journeyed to the bathroom.\"He's a senator, isn't he?\"\"It must be nice to be famous,\" said the girl, softly.John went back to the kitchen.CHAPTER II\n\n\nThe spirit of Jennie--who shall express it?This daughter of\npoverty, who was now to fetch and carry the laundry of this\ndistinguished citizen of Columbus, was a creature of a mellowness of\ntemperament which words can but vaguely suggest.Mary travelled to the bedroom.There are natures\nborn to the inheritance of flesh that come without understanding, and\nthat go again without seeming to have wondered why.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Life, so long as\nthey endure it, is a true wonderland, a thing of infinite beauty,\nwhich could they but wander into it wonderingly, would be heaven\nenough.Opening their eyes, they see a conformable and perfect world.Trees, flowers, the world of sound and the world of color.These are\nthe valued inheritance of their state.Sandra went back to the kitchen.If no one said to them \"Mine,\"\nthey would wander radiantly forth, singing the song which all the\nearth may some day hope to hear.Caged in the world of the material, however, such a nature is\nalmost invariably an anomaly.Daniel moved to the office.That other world of flesh into which has\nbeen woven pride and greed looks askance at the idealist, the dreamer.Sandra went to the office.Daniel grabbed the apple there.Sandra went to the bathroom.If one says it is sweet to look at the clouds, the answer is a warning\nagainst idleness.If one seeks to give ear to the winds, it shall be\nwell with his soul, but they will seize upon his possessions.If all\nthe world of the so-called inanimate delay one, calling with\ntenderness in sounds that seem to be too perfect to be less than\nunderstanding, it shall be ill with the body.The hands of the actual\nare forever reaching toward such as these--forever seizing\ngreedily upon them.It is of such that the bond servants are made.In the world of the actual, Jennie was such a spirit.Daniel took the milk there.From her\nearliest youth goodness and mercy had molded her every impulse.Daniel dropped the apple.John travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the garden.Did\nSebastian fall and injure himself, it was she who struggled with\nstraining anxiety, carried him safely to his mother.John journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the office.Did George\ncomplain thatSandra went back to the bathroom.John travelled to the hallway.Daniel discarded the football.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary moved to the bathroom.Sandra went to the kitchen.Many were\nthe hours in which she had rocked her younger brothers and sisters to\nsleep, singing whole-heartedly betimes and dreaming far dreams.Since\nher earliest walking period she had been as the right hand of her\nmother.What scrubbing, baking, errand-running, and nursing there had\nbeen to do she did.John travelled to the bedroom.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.No one had ever heard her rudely complain, though\nshe often thought of the hardness of her lot.Sometimes we do turn, and seizing a Blue Jay, sail off with him\nto the nearest covert; or in mid air strike a Crow who persistently\nfollows us.Mary moved to the office.But as a general thing we simply ignore our little\nassailants, and just fly off to avoid them.RED-SHOULDERED HAWK.Copyright by\n                 Nature Study Pub.Sandra travelled to the bathroom.The Hawk family is an interesting one and many of them are beautiful.The Red-shouldered Hawk is one of the finest specimens of these birds,\nas well as one of the most useful.Of late years the farmer has come to\nknow it as his friend rather than his enemy, as formerly.It inhabits\nthe woodlands where it feeds chiefly upon Squirrels, Rabbits, Mice,\nMoles, and Lizards.It occasionally drops down on an unlucky Duck or\nBob White, though it is not quick enough to catch the smaller birds.John travelled to the bathroom.It is said to be destructive to domestic fowls raised in or near the\ntimber, but does not appear to search for food far away from its\nnatural haunts.As it is a very noisy bird, the birds which it might\ndestroy are warned of its approach, and thus protect themselves.John journeyed to the office.John took the milk there.During the early nesting season its loud, harsh _kee-oe_ is heard from\nthe perch and while in the air, often keeping up the cry for a long\ntime without intermission.Daniel travelled to the garden.Goss says that he collected at Neosho\nFalls, Kansas, for several successive years a set of the eggs of this\nspecies from a nest in the forks of a medium sized oak.In about nine\ndays after each robbery the birds would commence laying again, and\nhe allowed them to hatch and rear their young.Mary went to the kitchen.Daniel journeyed to the bathroom.One winter during his\nabsence the tree was cut down, but this did not discourage the birds,\nor cause them to forsake the place, for on approach of spring he found\nthem building a nest not over ten rods from the old one, but this time\nin a large sycamore beyond reach.John discarded the milk.This seemed to him to indicate that\nthey become greatly attached to the grounds selected for a home, which\nthey vigilantly guard, not permitting a bird of prey to come within\ntheir limits.Sandra went back to the kitchen.This species is one of the commonest in the United States, being\nespecially abundant in the winter, from which it receives the name of\nWinter Falcon.The", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the bedroom.The eggs are usually deposited in April or May in numbers of three or\nfour--sometimes only two.The ground color is bluish, yellowish-white\nor brownish, spotted, blotched and dotted irregularly with many shades\nof reddish brown.Daniel went to the office.According to\nDavie, to describe all the shades of reds and browns which comprise the\nvariation would be an almost endless task, and a large series like this\nmust be seen in order to appreciate how much the eggs of this species\nvary.The flight of the Red-shouldered Hawk is slow, but steady and strong\nwith a regular beat of the wings.They take delight in sailing in the\nair, where they float lightly and with scarcely a notable motion of\nthe wings, often circling to a great height.During the insect season,\nwhile thus sailing, they often fill their craws with grass-hoppers,\nthat, during the after part of the day, also enjoy an air sail.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Venice, the pride of Italy of old, aside from its other numerous\ncuriosities and antiquities, has one which is a novelty indeed.Daniel travelled to the kitchen.John went back to the kitchen.Its\nDoves on the San Marco Place are a source of wonder and amusement to\nevery lover of animal life.Daniel went back to the office.John went to the bedroom.Their most striking peculiarity is that\nthey fear no mortal man, be he stranger or not.They come in countless\nnumbers, and, when not perched on the far-famed bell tower, are found\non the flags of San Marco Square.They are often misnamed Pigeons, but\nas a matter of fact they are Doves of the highest order.Sandra travelled to the garden.They differ,\nhowever, from our wild Doves in that they are fully three times as\nlarge, and twice as large as our best domestic Pigeon.Sandra went back to the office.Sandra got the milk there.Daniel picked up the football there.Their plumage\nis of a soft mouse color relieved by pure white, and occasionally\none of pure white is found, but these are rare.Hold out to them a\nhandful of crumbs and without fear they will come, perch on your hand\nor shoulder and eat with thankful coos.Mary went back to the garden.To strangers this is indeed\na pleasing sight, and demonstrates the lack of fear of animals when\nthey are treated humanely, for none would dare to injure the doves of\nSan Marco.He would probably forfeit his life were he to injure one\nintentionally.Mary got the apple there.And what beggars these Doves of San Marco are!They will\ncrowd around, and push and coo with their soft soothing voices, until\nyou can withstand them no longer, and invest a few centimes in bread\nfor their benefit.Daniel moved to the bathroom.Daniel left the football.Their bread, by the way, is sold by an Italian, who\nmust certainly be in collusion with the Doves, for whenever a stranger\nmakes his appearance, both DovesMary journeyed to the office.Mary went back to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "John travelled to the office.John journeyed to the garden.Mary got the football there.Mary left the football there.The most remarkable fact in connection with these Doves is that they\nwill collect in no other place in large numbers than San Marco Square,\nand in particular at the vestibule of San Marco Church.True, they are\nfound perched on buildings throughout the entire city, and occasionally\nwe will find a few in various streets picking refuse, but they never\nappear in great numbers outside of San Marco Square.Daniel got the football there.The ancient bell\ntower, which is situated on the west side of the place, is a favorite\nroosting place for them, and on this perch they patiently wait for a\nforeigner, and proceed to bleed him after approved Italian fashion.There are several legends connected with the Doves of Venice, each of\nwhich attempts to explain the peculiar veneration of the Venetian and\nthe extreme liberty allowed these harbingers of peace.The one which\nstruck me as being the most appropriate is as follows:\n\nCenturies ago Venice was a free city, having her own government, navy,\nand army, and in a manner was considered quite a power on land and sea.Sandra got the milk there.He reviewed\nhis whole career, from that first morning when he had carried bales to\nthe shipping room, to his replacement of Mr.Hood, and there was nothing\nwith which to accuse him.John travelled to the office.He remembered the warnings of Captain Lige\nand Virginia.He could not in honor ask a cent from the Captain now.He\nwould not ask his sister-in-law, Mrs.Mary travelled to the garden.Sandra travelled to the garden.John moved to the bedroom.Daniel travelled to the hallway.Colfax, to let him touch the money\nhe had so ably invested for her; that little which Virginia's mother had\nleft the girl was sacred.Carvel had lain awake with the agony of those\nEastern debts.Sandra put down the milk.Mary grabbed the milk there.Not to pay was to tarnish the name of a Southern\ngentleman.Daniel journeyed to the bedroom.His house would bring nothing\nin these times.John journeyed to the hallway.John went back to the office.He rose and began to pace the floor, tugging at his\nchin.Sandra went back to the office.Hopper, who sat calmly on, and the\nthird time stopped abruptly before him.John journeyed to the bedroom.\"Where the devil did you get this money, sir?\"John went to the bathroom.\"I haven't been extravagant, Colonel, since I've worked for you,\"\nhe said.\"It don't cost me much to live.The furrows in the Colonel's brow deepened.John travelled to the kitchen.\"You offer to lend me five times more than I have ever paid you, Mr.Tell me how you have made this money before I accept it.\"Daniel moved to the hallway.John travelled to the bedroom.Eliphalet had never been able to meet that eye since he had known it.Daniel put down the football.But he went to his desk, and drewMary went to the kitchen.Daniel travelled to the garden.Mary journeyed to the hallway.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"These be some of my investments,\" he answered, with just a tinge of\nsurliness.\"I cal'late they'll stand inspection.Mary got the milk there.I ain't forcing you to\ntake the money, sir,\" he flared up, all at once.\"I'd like to save the\nbusiness.\"He went unsteadily to his desk, and none save\nGod knew the shock that his pride received that day.John moved to the bedroom.To rescue a name\nwhich had stood untarnished since he had brought it into the world, he\ndrew forth some blank notes, and filled them out.But before he signed\nthem he spoke:\n\n\"You are a business man, Mr.Hopper,\" said he, \"And as a business man\nyou must know that these notes will not legally hold.The courts are abolished, and all transactions here in St.\"One moment, sir,\" cried the Colonel, standing up and towering to his\nfull height.\"Law or no law, you shall have the money and interest, or\nyour security, which is this business.Sandra went back to the kitchen.I need not tell you, sir, that my\nword is sacred, and binding forever upon me and mine.\"\"I'm not afraid, Colonel,\" answered Mr.Hopper, with a feeble attempt at\ngeniality.Mary travelled to the hallway.He was, in truth, awed at last.\"If you\nwere--this instant you should leave this place.\"He sat down, and\ncontinued more calmly: \"It will not be long before a Southern Army\nmarches into St.\"Do you reckon we can hold the business together until then,\nMr.God forbid that we should smile at the Colonel's simple faith.And if\nEliphalet Hopper had done so, his history would have ended here.\"Leave that to me, Colonel,\" he said soberly.The good Colonel sighed as he signed, away that\nbusiness which had been an honor to the city where it was founded, I\nthank heaven that we are not concerned with the details of their talk\nthat day.Why should we wish to know the rate of interest on those\nnotes, or the time?Hopper filled out his check, and presently departed.John got the football there.It was the\nsignal for the little force which remained to leave.Outside, in the\nstore; Ephum paced uneasily, wondering why his master did not come out.Presently he crept to the door of the office, pushed it open, and beheld\nMr.Carvel with his head bowed, down in his hands.John went to the hallway.\"Marse Comyn, you know what I done promise young MISS long time ago,\nbefo'--befo' she done left us?\"He saw the faithful old <DW64> but dimly.Faintly he heard the pleading\nvoice.\"Marse Comyn, won' you give Ephum a pass down, river, ter fotch Cap'n\nLige?\"\"Ephum,\" said the Colonel, sadly, \"I had a letter from the Captain\nyesterday.His boat is a Federal transport, and he is in\nYankee pay.\"Ephum took a step forward, appeal", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He ain't never fo'get what you done fo' him, Marse Comyn.Daniel moved to the bedroom.Daniel took the milk there.He ain't in de army, suh.\"\"And I am the Captain's friend, Ephum,\" answered the Colonel, quietly.\"But I will not ask aid from any man employed by the Yankee Government.Daniel left the milk.No--not from my own brother, who is in a Pennsylvania regiments.\"Ephum shuffled out, and his heart was lead as he closed the store that\nnight.John went to the bedroom.John grabbed the apple there.Hopper has boarded a Fifth Street car, which jangles on with many\nhalts until it comes to Bremen, a German settlement in the north of the\ncity.Sandra went back to the garden.Mary journeyed to the garden.At Bremen great droves of mules fill the street, and crowd the\nentrances of the sale stables there.Whips are cracking like pistol\nshots, Gentlemen with the yellow cavalry stripe of the United States\nArmy are pushing to and fro among the drivers and the owners, and\nfingering the frightened animals.Inglis writes, desirous of a very free\ncorrespondence with home, but--\n\n \u2018I fear if I send your letter to Eva, at school, that your remark\n about Miss ---- proposal to go down to the lower flat of your house,\n because the Earl of Anglesea once lived there, may be repeated and\n ultimately reach her with exaggerations, as those things always do,\n and may cause unpleasant feelings.\u2019\n\nThere must have been some exhibition of British independence, and in\ndealing with it Mr.Inglis reminds Elsie of a day in India \u2018when you\nwent off for a walk by yourself, and we all thought you were lost, and\nall the Thampanies and chaprasies and everybody were searching for you\nall over the hill.\u2019 One later episode was not on a hillside, and except\nfor _les demoiselles_ in Paris, equally harmless.John got the milk there.1883._\n\n \u2018I can quite sympathise with you, my darling, in the annoyance you\n feel at not having told Miss Brown of your having walked home part\n of the way from Madame M---- last Wednesday.John travelled to the hallway.It would have been far\n better if you had told her, as you wished to do, what had happened.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.John journeyed to the office.Mary went to the bedroom.Concealment is always wrong, and very often turns what was originally\n only a trifle into a serious matter.Mary journeyed to the office.In this case, I don\u2019t suppose\n Miss B. could have said much if you had told her, though she may be\n seriously angry if it comes to her knowledge hereafter.John discarded the milk there.If she does\n hear of it, you had better tell her that you told me all about it, and\n that I advised you, under the circumstances, as you had not told her\n at the time, and that as by doing so now you could only get the others\n into trouble, not to say anything about it; but keep clear of these", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "One more can testify to the blessedness of her friendship.Ever\n since the Paris days of \u201983 her strong loving help was ready in\n difficult times, and such wonderfully strengthening comfort in sorrow.\u2019\n\nThe Paris education ended in the summer of 1883, and Miss Brown, who\nconducted and lived with the seven girls who went out with her from\nEngland, writes after their departure:--\n\n \u2018I cannot tell you how much I felt when you all disappeared, and how\n sad it was to go back to look at your deserted places.I cannot at all\n realise that you are now all separated, and that we may never meet\n again on earth.Sandra travelled to the hallway.May we meet often at the throne of grace, and remember\n each other there.It is nice to have a French maid to keep up the\n conversations, and if you will read French aloud, even to yourself, it\n is of use.\u2019\n\nParis was, no doubt, an education in itself, but the perennial hope of\nfond parents that languages and music are in the air of the continent,\nwere once again disappointed in Elsie.Mary grabbed the apple there.She was timber-tuned in ear and\ntongue, and though she would always say her mind in any vehicle for\nthought, the accent and the grammar strayed along truly British lines.Mary dropped the apple.Sandra moved to the office.Daniel went back to the kitchen.Her eldest niece supplies a note on her music:--\n\n \u2018She was still a schoolgirl when they returned from Tasmania.At that\n time she was learning music at school.I thought her a wonderful\n performer on the piano, but afterwards her musical capabilities\n became a family joke which no one enjoyed more than herself.She had\n two \u201cpieces\u201d which she could play by heart, of the regular arpeggio\n drawing-room style, and these always had to be performed at any family\n function as one of the standing entertainments.\u2019\n\nElsie returned from Paris, the days of the schoolgirlhood left behind.John picked up the apple there.John put down the apple there.Her character was formed, and she had the sense of latent powers.She\nhad not been long at home when her mother died of a virulent attack of\nscarlet fever, and Mr.Inglis lost the lodestar of his loving nature.Sandra got the milk there.\u2018From that day Elsie shouldered all father\u2019s burdens, and they two went\non together until his death.\u2019\n\nIn her desk, when it was opened, these \u2018Resolutions\u2019 were found.Sandra left the milk there.John grabbed the apple there.They\nare written in pencil, and belong to the date when she became the stay\nand comfort of her father\u2019s remaining years:--\n\n \u2018I must give up dreaming,--making stories.\u2018I must devote my mind more to the housekeeping.John journeyed to the office.\u2018I must be more thorough in everything.\u2018The bottom of the whole evil is the habit of dreaming, which must be\n given up.Sandra took the milk there.\u2018ELSIE INGLIS.\u2019\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV\n\nTHE STUD", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "M\u2018Laren, looking back on the days when the\nfuture doctor recognised her vocation and ministry.If it had been a\nprofession of \u2018plain sailing,\u2019 the adventurous spirit would probably\nnot have embarked in that particular vessel.Daniel grabbed the apple there.The seas had only just\nbeen charted, and not every shoal had been marked.Mary got the milk there.In the midst of\nthem Elsie\u2019s bark was to have its hairbreadth escapes.The University\nCommission decided that women should not be excluded any longer from\nreceiving degrees owing to their sex.The writer recollects the\ndescription given of the discussion by the late Sir Arthur Mitchell,\nK.C.B., one of the most enlightened minds of the age in which he lived\nand achieved so much.He, and one or more of his colleagues, presented\nthe Commissioners with the following problem: \u2018Why not?Whatever is generally worthy of note in these\nvarieties, and in other arches of caprice, we shall best discover by\nexamining their masonry; for it is by their good masonry only that they\nare rendered either stable or beautiful.To this question, then, let us\naddress ourselves.Mary went back to the kitchen.I. On the subject of the stability of arches, volumes have been\nwritten and volumes more are required.Mary moved to the garden.The reader will not, therefore,\nexpect from me any very complete explanation of its conditions within\nthe limits of a single chapter.But that which is necessary for him to\nknow is very simple and very easy; and yet, I believe, some part of it\nis very little known, or noticed.We must first have a clear idea of what is meant by an arch.It is a\ncurved _shell_ of firm materials, on whose back a burden is to be laid\nof _loose_ materials.Sandra went back to the garden.So far as the materials above it are _not loose_,\nbut themselves hold together, the opening below is not an arch, but an\n_excavation_.If the King of\nSardinia tunnels through the Mont Cenis, as he proposes, he will not\nrequire to build a brick arch under his tunnel to carry the weight of\nthe Mont Cenis: that would need scientific masonry indeed.The Mont\nCenis will carry itself, by its own cohesion, and a succession of\ninvisible granite arches, rather larger than the tunnel.Brunel tunnelled the Thames bottom, he needed to build a brick arch to\ncarry the six or seven feet of mud and the weight of water above.That\nis a type of all arches proper.Now arches, in practice, partake of the nature of the two.So\nfar as their masonry above is Mont-Cenisian, that is to say, colossal in\ncomparison of them, and granitic, so that the arch is a mere hole in the\nrock substance of it, the form of the arch is of no consequence\nwhatever: it may be rounded, or lozenged, or ogee'd, or anything else;\nand in the noblest architecture there is always _some_ character of thisMary moved to the office.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Daniel moved to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the bathroom.It is independent enough not to care about\nthe holes cut in it, and does not subside into them like sand.But the\ntheory of arches does not presume on any such condition of things; it\nallows itself only the shell of the arch proper; the vertebrae, carrying\ntheir marrow of resistance; and, above this shell, it assumes the wall\nto be in a state of flux, bearing down on the arch, like water or sand,\nwith its whole weight.Sandra travelled to the office.And farther, the problem which is to be solved by\nthe arch builder is not merely to carry this weight, but to carry it\nwith the least thickness of shell.It is easy to carry it by continually\nthickening your voussoirs: if you have six feet depth of sand or gravel\nto carry, and you choose to employ granite voussoirs six feet thick, no\nquestion but your arch is safe enough.But it is perhaps somewhat too\ncostly: the thing to be done is to carry the sand or gravel with brick\nvoussoirs, six inches thick, or, at any rate, with the least thickness\nof voussoir which will be safe; and to do this requires peculiar\narrangement of the lines of the arch.Daniel went to the office.Mary moved to the bathroom.There are many arrangements,\nuseful all in their way, but we have only to do, in the best\narchitecture, with the simplest and most easily understood.We have\nfirst to note those which regard the actual shell of the arch, and then\nwe shall give a few examples of the superseding of such expedients by\nMont-Cenisian masonry.Daniel went to the bedroom.Daniel grabbed the apple there.What we have to say will apply to all arches, but the central\npointed arch is the best for general illustration.John journeyed to the garden.Let _a_, Plate III.,\nbe the shell of a pointed arch with loose loading above; and suppose you\nfind that shell not quite thick enough; and that the weight bears too\nheavily on the top of the arch, and is likely to break it in: you\nproceed to thicken your shell, but need you thicken it all equally?Not\nso; you would only waste your good voussoirs.If you have any common\nsense you will thicken it at the top, where a Mylodon's skull is\nthickened for the same purpose (and some human skulls, I fancy), as at\n_b_.The pebbles and gravel above will now shoot off it right and left,\nas the bullets do off a cuirassier's breastplate, and will have no\nchance of beating it in.Mary picked up the football there.If still it be not strong enough, a farther addition may be made, as at\n_c_, now thickening the voussoirs a little at the base also.Mary dropped the football.But as this\nmay perhaps throw the arch inconveniently high, or occasion a waste of\nvoussoirs at the top, we may employ another expedientSandra went back to the bathroom.Daniel journeyed to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Daniel got the football there.Sandra travelled to the bedroom.I imagine the reader's common sense, if not his previous\nknowledge, will enable him to understand that if the arch at _a_, Plate\nIII., burst _in_ at the top, it must burst _out_ at the sides.Mary went back to the kitchen.Set up\ntwo pieces of pasteboard, edge to edge, and press them down with your\nhand, and you will see them bend out at the sides.Sandra went to the bathroom.Therefore, if you can\nkeep the arch from starting out at the points _p_, _p_, it _cannot_\ncurve in at the top, put what weight on it you will, unless by sheer\ncrushing of the stones to fragments.V. Now you may keep the arch from starting out at _p_ by loading it\nat _p_, putting more weight upon it and against it at that point; and this,\nin practice, is the way it is usually done.But we assume at present\nthat the weight above is sand or water, quite unmanageable, not to be\ndirected to the points we choose; and in practice, it may sometimes\nhappen that we cannot put weight upon the arch at _p_.We may perhaps\nwant an opening above it, or it may be at the side of the building, and\nmany other circumstances may occur to hinder us.Mary went back to the bedroom.Daniel left the football.But if we are not sure that we can put weight above it, we are\nperfectly sure that we can hang weight under it.You may always thicken\nyour shell inside, and put the weight upon it as at _x x_, in _d_, Plate\nIII.Mary journeyed to the hallway.Sandra moved to the hallway.Not much chance of its bursting out at _p_, now, is there?Daniel got the football there.Whenever, therefore, an arch has to bear vertical pressure, it\nwill bear it better when its shell is shaped as at _b_ or _d_, than as\nat _a_: _b_ and _d_ are, therefore, the types of arches built to resist\nvertical pressure, all over the world, and from the beginning of\narchitecture to its end.Mary travelled to the bedroom.Daniel went back to the bathroom.Sandra moved to the kitchen.None others can be compared with them: all are\nimperfect except these.Daniel journeyed to the hallway.Just beside this\ntent here, so that they can have a little sleep.\"Daniel dropped the football.Daniel grabbed the football there.John went back to the hallway.The Chief grunted a doubtful acquiescence, but in due time a tent very\nmuch dilapidated was pitched upon the clean dry ground close beside\nthat in which the sick boy lay.While this was being done the doctor was\nmaking a further examination of his patient.Daniel dropped the football.With admiring eyes,\nMoira followed the swift movements of his deft fingers.Mary went to the bathroom.There was the sure indication\nof accurate knowledge, the obvious self-confidence of experience in\neverything he did.John journeyed to the office.Even to her untSandra travelled to the office.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "At length, after an hour's work, he turned to Mandy who was assisting\nhim and said:\n\n\"Now you can both go to sleep.Mary grabbed the milk there.Daniel went back to the bathroom.\"You will be sure to call me if I can be of service,\" said Mandy.Sandra picked up the football there.I shall look after\nthis end of the job.\"\"He is very sure of himself, is he not?\"said Moira in a low tone to her\nsister-in-law as they passed out of the tent.\"He has a right to be,\" said Mandy proudly.Mary dropped the milk there.\"He knows his work, and now\nI feel as if I can sleep in peace.Sandra went back to the hallway.Sandra discarded the football.What a blessed thing sleep is,\" she\nadded, as, without undressing, she tumbled on to the couch prepared for\nher.John journeyed to the kitchen.Well, rather--\" Her voice was trailing off again into slumber.Sandra took the football there.Knows his work if that's what you mean.Oh-h--but I'm\nsleepy.\"Sandra left the football.That\nis, he is a man all through right to his toe-tips.And gentle--more\ngentle than any woman I ever saw.And before\nMoira could make reply she was sound asleep.Sandra went to the kitchen.Before the night was over the opportunity was given the doctor to\nprove his manhood, and in a truly spectacular manner.For shortly\nafter midnight Moira found herself sitting bolt upright, wide-awake and\nclutching her sister-in-law in wild terror.Mary journeyed to the kitchen.Sandra went back to the garden.Mary went back to the hallway.Mary picked up the football there.Outside their tent the night\nwas hideous with discordant noises, yells, whoops, cries, mingled with\nthe beating of tom-toms.John travelled to the bathroom.Sandra got the milk there.Terrified and trembling, the two girls sprang\nto the door, and, lifting the flap, peered out.It was the party of\nbraves returning from the great powwow so rudely interrupted by Cameron.Sandra discarded the milk.They were returning in an evil mood, too, for they were enraged at the\narrest of Eagle Feather and three accomplices in his crime, disappointed\nin the interruption of their sun dance and its attendant joys of feast\nand song, and furious at what appeared to them to be the overthrow of\nthe great adventure for which they had been preparing and planning for\nthe past two months.This was indeed the chief cause of their rage, for\nit seemed as if all further attempts at united effort among the Western\ntribes had been frustrated by the discovery of their plans, by the\nflight of their leader, and by the treachery of the Blackfeet Chief,\nRunning Stream, in surrendering their fellow-tribesmen to the Police.John moved to the bedroom.To them that treachery rendered impossible any coalition between the\nPiegans and the Blackfeet.Furthermore, before their powwow had been\nbroken up there hadJohn moved to the office.John journeyed to the bedroom.", "question": "Where is the milk? ", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mary travelled to the office.These bottles, in the absence of their great leader, were\ndistributed among the tribes by Running Stream as a peace-offering, but\nfor obvious reason not until the moment came for their parting from each\nother.Filled with rage and disappointment, and maddened with the bad whisky\nthey had taken, they poured into the encampment with wild shouting\naccompanied by the discharge of guns and the beating of drums.In terror\nthe girls clung to each other, gazing out upon the horrid scene.But her sister-in-law could give her little explanation.Daniel grabbed the football there.Mary journeyed to the garden.The moonlight,\nglowing bright as day, revealed a truly terrifying spectacle.A band\nof Indians, almost naked and hideously painted, were leaping, shouting,\nbeating drums and firing guns.Out from the tents poured the rest of the\nband to meet them, eagerly inquiring into the cause of their excitement.Daniel dropped the football.Soon fires were lighted and kettles put on, for the Indian's happiness\nis never complete unless associated with feasting, and the whole band\nprepared itself for a time of revelry.As the girls stood peering out upon this terrible scene they became\naware of the doctor standing at their side.Sandra moved to the office.\"Say, they seem to be cutting up rather rough, don't they?\"Daniel grabbed the football there.\"I think as a precautionary measure you had better step over\ninto the other tent.\"Hastily gathering their belongings, they ran across with the doctor to\nhis tent, from which they continued to gaze upon the weird spectacle\nbefore them.About the largest fire in the center of the camp the crowd gathered,\nChief Trotting Wolf in the midst, and were harangued by one of\nthe returning braves who was evidently reciting the story of their\nexperiences and whose tale was received with the deepest interest and\nwas punctuated by mad cries and whoops.The account at present is as follows:--\n\n\n                                                     Guilders.[74]\n    The Province of Timmoraatsche                    376.2.8\n    The Province of Patchelepalle                    579.10.0\n    Tandua Moeti and Nagachitty (weavers)          2,448.13.0\n    Manuel of Anecotta                             8,539.Daniel travelled to the office.6.0\n    The Tannecares caste                           1,650.0John went to the garden.", "question": "Where is the football? ", "target": "office"}, {"input": "0.0\n    Ambelewanner                                     150.Daniel moved to the garden.Daniel went back to the bedroom.Mary went to the office.0.0\n                                                  ===========\n                                      Total       14,118.11.8\n\n\nHerein is not included the Fl.Mary went to the bedroom.Mary moved to the garden.167.15 which again has been paid to\nthe weavers Tandua Moeti and Naga Chitty on account of the Company for\nthe delivery of Salampoeris, while materials have been issued to them\nlater on.It is not with my approval that these poor people continue\nto be employed in the weaving of cloth, because the Salampoeris which I\nhave seen is so inferior a quality and uneven that I doubt whether the\nCompany will make any profit on it; especially if the people should\nget into arrears again as usual on account of the thread and cash\nissued to them.John went to the hallway.Daniel went back to the kitchen.I have an idea that I read in one of the letters from\nBatavia, which, however, is not to be found here at the Secretariate,\nthat Their Excellencies forbid the making of the gingams spoken of\nby Mr.Zwaardecroon, as there was no profit to be made on these,\nbut I am not quite sure, and will look for the letter in Colombo,\nand inform Their Excellencies at Batavia of this matter.Sandra grabbed the football there.Meantime,\nYour Honours must continue the old practice as long as it does not\nact prejudicially to the Company.Daniel went to the bedroom.John went to the bathroom.At present their debt is 2,448.13\nguilders, from which I think it would be best to discharge them,\nand no advance should be given to them in future, nor should they be\nemployed in the weaving of cloth for the Company.Daniel went to the hallway.Sandra left the football.Daniel grabbed the milk there.John journeyed to the office.I do not think they\nneed be sent out of the country on account of their idolatry on their\nbeing discharged from their debt; because I am sure that most of the\nnatives who have been baptized are more heathen than Christian, which\nwould be proved on proper investigation.Daniel got the apple there.Besides, there are still so\nmany other heathen, as, for instance, the Brahmin Timmerza and his\nlarge number of followers, about whom nothing is said, and who alsoSandra picked up the football there.Sandra journeyed to the bedroom.Daniel moved to the kitchen.", "question": "Where is the apple? ", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I think, therefore, that it is a matter of indifference\nwhether these people remain or not, the more so as the inhabitants of\nJaffnapatam are known to be a perverse and stiff-necked generation,\nfor whom we can only pray that God in His mercy will graciously\nenlighten their understanding and bless the means employed for their\ninstruction to their conversion and knowledge of their salvation.It is to be hoped that the debt of the dyers, amounting to 8,539.6\nguilders, may yet be recovered by vigilance according to the\ninstructions.Mary travelled to the office.The debt of the Tannekares, who owe 1,650 guilders for 11\nelephants, and the amount of 375 guilders due by Don Gaspar advanced\nto him for the purchase of nely, as also the amount of Fl.150 from\nthe Ambelewanne, must be collected as directed here.With regard to the pay books nothing need be observed here but\nthat the instructions given in the annexed Memoir be carried out.What is said here with regard to the Secretariate must be observed,\nbut with regard to the proposed means of lessening the duties of\nthe Secretary by transferring the duties of the Treasurer to the\nThombo-keeper, Mr.Daniel went to the bathroom.Bolscho (in which work the latter is already\nemployed), I do not know whether it would be worth while, as it is\nbest to make as few changes as possible.John went back to the bedroom.John went to the hallway.The instructions with regard\nto the passports must be followed pending further orders.Mary journeyed to the bathroom.Sandra picked up the apple there.I will not comment upon what is stated here with regard to the\nCourt of Justice, as these things occurred before I took up the reins\nof Government, and that was only recently.I have besides no sufficient\nknowledge of the subject, while also time does not permit me to peruse\nthe documents referred to.John moved to the bathroom.John got the milk there.Zwaardecroon's advice must be followed,\nbut in case Mr.Bolscho should have to be absent for a short time\n(which at present is not necessary, as it seems that the preparation\nof the maps and the correction of the Thombo is chiefly left to the\nsurveyors), I do not think the sittings of the Court need be suspended,\nbut every effort must be made to do justice as quickly as possible.In\ncase of illness of some of the members, or when the Lieutenant Claas\nIsaacsz has to go to the interior to relieve the Dessave of his duties\nthere, Lieut.Daniel moved to the bedroom.John moved to the garden.van Loeveningen, and, if necessary, the Secretary of the\nPolitical Council, could be appointed for the time; because the time\nof the Dessave will be taken up with the supervision of the usual work\nat the Castle.I think that there are several law books in stock in\nColombo, of which some will be sent for the use of the Court of Justice\nby the first opportunity; as it appears that different decisions have\nbeen made in similar cases among the natives.Great precaution must", "question": "Where is the milk? 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