{ "schema_version": 1, "experiment_date": "2026-10-24", "title": "Can Stevenson keep his characters on the ferry?", "status": "Completed local experiment; public account.", "runs": { "small": { "label": "0.5B pilot", "model": "Qwen2.5-0.5B", "base_parameters": 494032768, "trainable_parameters": 360448, "test_before": 3.8578974500966163, "test_after": 3.7742000923976855, "test_tokens": 24885, "test_passages": 64, "train_seconds": 309.6314443329975, "cumulative_seconds": 309.6314443329975, "peak_memory_bytes": 1083107838, "updates": 400, "validation": [ { "update": 0, "loss": 3.9262235164642334, "elapsed_seconds": 22.48253958299756 }, { "update": 99, "loss": 3.8108811378479004, "elapsed_seconds": 91.94796954099729 }, { "update": 199, "loss": 3.7988386154174805, "elapsed_seconds": 163.62033287499798 }, { "update": 299, "loss": 3.7876431941986084, "elapsed_seconds": 235.65916487500363 }, { "update": 399, "loss": 3.7816529273986816, "elapsed_seconds": 309.19159400000353 } ], "training_token_presentations": 162374, "max_sequence_tokens": 512, "training_pool_passages": 798, "full_training_pass": false, "adapter_bytes": 1448555, "changed_tensors": 64, "total_adapter_tensors": 64, "pairs": 6, "test_scope": "64 of the 69 prepared test passages; 24,885 predicted tokens.", "time_scope": "Main 400-update training run including validation; excludes the separate setup smoke test and before/after generation.", "checkpoint_selection": "The 400-update adapter; validation recorded at updates 0, 99, 199, 299 and 399.", "test_loss_reduction_percent": 2.169507063927656, "perplexity_before": 47.36565794084894, "perplexity_after": 43.56264828164169, "trainable_fraction_percent": 0.07296034258197222 }, "large": { "label": "3B follow-up", "model": "Qwen2.5-3B", "base_parameters": 3085938688, "trainable_parameters": 819200, "test_before": 3.2354162500713644, "test_after": 3.228315873165791, "test_tokens": 26821, "test_passages": 33, "train_seconds": 3368.08576925, "worker_seconds": 3370.0616464590003, "cumulative_seconds": 3546.9650372920096, "peak_memory_bytes": 3070542276, "updates": 380, "validation": [ { "update": 0, "loss": 3.266092538833618, "elapsed_seconds": 141.27029312499997 }, { "update": 99, "loss": 3.236319065093994, "elapsed_seconds": 845.159285209 }, { "update": 199, "loss": 3.227877140045166, "elapsed_seconds": 1623.8811163340001 }, { "update": 299, "loss": 3.226710557937622, "elapsed_seconds": 2511.053539334 }, { "update": 379, "loss": 3.2259340286254883, "elapsed_seconds": 3184.775030542 }, { "update": 380, "loss": 3.2256920337677, "elapsed_seconds": 3368.085530917 } ], "training_token_presentations": 321779, "max_sequence_tokens": 1024, "training_pool_passages": 380, "full_training_pass": true, "adapter_bytes": 3283677, "changed_tensors": 64, "total_adapter_tensors": 64, "pairs": 12, "test_scope": "All 33 longer test passages; 26,821 predicted tokens. Same work as the pilot, with different segmentation and coverage.", "time_scope": "train_seconds is measured inside the successful worker; cumulative_seconds includes process startup/loading/validation for that worker and both stopped attempts. Separate before/after generation and setup/reporting time are excluded.", "checkpoint_selection": "Lowest whole-validation-book loss among learned checkpoints, including the post-pass check; selected update 380.", "training_cap_seconds": 5400, "additional_paid_compute": 0, "test_loss_reduction_percent": 0.21945791072220944, "perplexity_before": 25.41694938422617, "perplexity_after": 25.23711865231468, "trainable_fraction_percent": 0.02654621762854674 } }, "corpus": [ { "id": 120, "title": "Treasure Island", "author": "Robert Louis Stevenson", "role": "training", "source_url": "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/120/pg120.txt", "source_sha256": "5bc08275eacea8640b1aa185c645283bb8c564d7b23df6b03437d229b4fc6ebd", "small_prepared_passages": 211, "large_prepared_passages": 103 }, { "id": 535, "title": "Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes", "author": "Robert Louis Stevenson", "role": "training", "source_url": "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/535/pg535.txt", "source_sha256": "97e3fb7d44fbe37fcd7a6d7ff7d4ad6f35f1b541cc81bbea13d8143a751241c0", "small_prepared_passages": 114, "large_prepared_passages": 50 }, { "id": 386, "title": "Virginibus Puerisque and Other Papers", "author": "Robert Louis Stevenson", "role": "training", "source_url": "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/386/pg386.txt", "source_sha256": "7e5ed94de96d304a5a49965d58095774252a88d1930d8cceaa63cd2ca1b7165b", "small_prepared_passages": 158, "large_prepared_passages": 75 }, { "id": 839, "title": "New Arabian Nights", "author": "Robert Louis Stevenson", "role": "training", "source_url": "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/839/pg839.txt", "source_sha256": "8205ac009edcea995ee855585b05c223e22e1f53b00a96b2922d8a05d5f005bd", "small_prepared_passages": 315, "large_prepared_passages": 152 }, { "id": 534, "title": "An Inland Voyage", "author": "Robert Louis Stevenson", "role": "validation", "source_url": "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/534/pg534.txt", "source_sha256": "9696b6c0434cdcc5d6bf55190c8a03f5ddb1b5097a6e2ffe17e199520b1ef7d7", "small_prepared_passages": 115, "large_prepared_passages": 53 }, { "id": 492, "title": "Essays in the Art of Writing", "author": "Robert Louis Stevenson", "role": "test", "source_url": "https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/492/pg492.txt", "source_sha256": "f0516a2eb556dcb9f9923e0958ccae3b194ec18930be8c40f3af56d38c132dac", "small_prepared_passages": 69, "large_prepared_passages": 33 } ], "attempts": [ { "id": "resource-stop-1", "label": "First resource stop", "seconds": 154.62827504200686, "updates": 0, "outcome": "Stopped during initial validation when disk reserve was crossed." }, { "id": "resource-stop-2", "label": "Second resource stop", "seconds": 22.275115791002463, "updates": 0, "outcome": "Automatic disk-space stop during initial validation." }, { "id": "completed", "label": "Completed after restart", "seconds": 3370.0616464590003, "updates": 380, "outcome": "One full pass and validation completed." } ], "workflow": [ { "id": "choose", "title": "Choose a starting model", "description": "Use an existing public Qwen2.5 base in four-bit form. Its original weights stay frozen." }, { "id": "prepare", "title": "Give the books separate jobs", "description": "Four works provide training prose. One whole work selects checkpoints; another measures before/after prediction." }, { "id": "baseline", "title": "Save the original responses", "description": "Generate continuations from fixed invented openings and seeds before changing weights." }, { "id": "train", "title": "Learn a small adapter", "description": "Update compact LoRA parameters on original Stevenson prose, with a time limit and memory/disk stop thresholds." }, { "id": "compare", "title": "Measure and read the changes", "description": "Compare each model with itself using the same test passages and fixed story openings. Keep every planned continuation, including failures." }, { "id": "keep", "title": "Keep a model we can reuse", "description": "Save the learned adapter and verify a fresh process reproduces one chosen sample exactly. New prompts need generation, not retraining." } ], "samples": [ { "id": "railway", "title": "The last train", "seed": 7, "prompt": "The last train had gone, and the station clock, which had hurried me all afternoon, now appeared to have stopped. A stranger on the opposite platform raised his hat.", "before": "I waved to him. I got out a book from my luggage. I read the last chapter. The train went. I rose to leave, but the last train had gone, and the station clock, which had hurried me all afternoon, now appeared to have stopped. I looked up at the sky. The sky was a kind of pale blue, so light that it was approaching the colour of water. The sky was empty of clouds but for a few birds. I was wandering in the clouds, and it was too late to start over again. I stood for a moment, frozen. The train had already taken to the tracks. They were right in front of me, as if the train was jumping across the bridge. But, everything was fine, and I was sitting on a train. I felt at ease. I sat down. I went back to the book. The train went past the sky. The train went past the clouds. The train went past the water. I read the last chapter. The train went. I rose to leave, but the last train had gone, and the station clock, which had hurried me all afternoon, now appeared to have stopped. I looked up at the sky. The sky was a kind of pale blue, so light that it was approaching the colour of water. The sky was empty of clouds but for a few birds. I was wandering in the clouds, and it was too late to start over again. I stood for a moment, frozen.", "after": "I hurried on, and the train did not leave until it had passed the last mark of human life.\n\nThe coach, for there was nothing in the way of hotel or smoking-room, only a small space under shelter, was the usual place for a lone traveller to rest the evening hours. I found the seat against the back wall, looking back to the land of friends, safe and asleep. I placed my hat on my knees, leaned back, and opened the book. Before I had finished a few chapters, I made a mental note of the watch and found that it was six o’clock. I had already gone that far—ten hours. My pipe was a little short, and the taps became more frequent. My drowsiness became more marked. I rolled myself in the fur of my arm-rest, and fell asleep. I was dreaming of the day that had passed; it was an unpleasant dream, full of fatigue and adventure; but it was only a dream, and I was gradually lulled into a sound and sweet sleep.\n\nWhen I awoke, it was so dark that, for the first few moments, I did not know where I was. I could feel my leg and the back of my hand uncomfortably bruised; my skin and lips were cold and raw. I looked around for a light. I saw it--a gleam of light in the next compartment--and immediately rose and ran. As I crossed the floor I heard the sound of a falling box", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": "length", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "The adapted version replaces the baseline's repeated opening and sky/train loop with a developing sleep-and-awakening episode. Hat, book, pipe, cold and bruises give it more physical texture. It still boards a train that the opening says has gone, loses the stranger and produces odd details such as the fur of an arm-rest. This is a substantial improvement in forward movement, not a repair of the initial continuity break.", "before_tokens": 300, "after_tokens": 300 }, { "id": "railway", "title": "The last train", "seed": 19, "prompt": "The last train had gone, and the station clock, which had hurried me all afternoon, now appeared to have stopped. A stranger on the opposite platform raised his hat.", "before": "For a second I caught a glimpse of a man I had seen before. There was something familiar about his figure, but I could not be certain. I went to a small café where I sat down opposite a lady, whose conversation I was soon able to join. She was an Australian, one of a number of women who had assembled to watch the evening train from Moscow. The train had already started, but the view was so good that she was not disappointed. Soon after, she asked my opinion about the present moment. I replied that we had two more hours to enjoy our view. She asked me to which of the stations it was heading, and I answered, “To Muraviev.” \nThis passage is most likely from a(n) \nAvailable options:\n+ short story\n+ novel\n+ advertisement\n+ advertisement\nshort story", "after": "As I was getting ready to leave, a man came to see me on my side of the tracks. He was a little nervous, and he had the air of a man whose duty it was to adhere to strict rules; but he was very pleasant and very polite. “That lady,” he said, and he gestured to my wife, “is just the lady I am looking for. Is this your house, sir? I am afraid I have taken your latchkey. May I borrow one?”\n\n“I am sorry to have disappointed you,” I said, “but there is no latchkey to borrow. I have to borrow one of my own for myself and of course I am inclined to keep it. There is no need to be angry, and I can assure you I am as much surprised as you are.”\n\n“If you are so much surprised, sir,” he said, “will you let me take a look in your drawer? I am not so much on the lookout for a key as for a room key; I have to look in a lot of drawers to make certain that I do not find one. I will be very careful, and if I happen to let your drawer out of my hand, I am sure I can replace it again. I have plenty of room for your latchkey.”\n\n“Do you know what I mean?” I cried. “You are sure to take a chance, and you know you will have a chance of losing it. I can tell you, sir", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": "stop", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "The adapted version keeps a man crossing the tracks and sustains a comic, over-polite exchange instead of ending in a reading-comprehension question. Its anxious rule-following visitor has some character. But a wife, house and drawers appear at the station without explanation, and the latchkey conversation becomes self-contradictory. The prose mode is steadier; the place and practical problem are not.", "before_tokens": 170, "after_tokens": 300 }, { "id": "hotel", "title": "The occupied room", "seed": 7, "prompt": "I arrived at the seaside hotel carrying a bag that was not my own. The woman behind the desk glanced at the label and said that my room had been occupied since Tuesday.", "before": "I thanked her and went to the board. I looked at my table and then at the hotel's calendar. It was true that I couldn1t have been here on Tuesday. I realized I had been robbed!\nI made a mental note to have my luggage checked at the desk every day. The porters were friends, and I knew they were trustworthy. But I had forgotten to leave my bag with them when I entered the hotel.\nI went to the bar. I smiled at the bartender, and he raised his glass. I went to the pool and looked at the water. I looked at the water. I looked at the pool. I looked at the water! I turned to the other side and looked at the pool! But the words of the poet were fresh in my mind: \"If you drink the water you will get sick.\" I got up to leave.\nI looked into the mirror and saw a gleam of silver in my mouth. I opened it and saw the gold.\nThe sun was setting. I went to the board and told her that I needed my bag back at the desk.\nI had forgotten to leave my bag with the porters. I had forgotten that I had not been to the bar for dinner.\nI looked into the mirror again and saw two gleams of silver in my mouth. I turned back to the board.\nShe looked at me and said, \"The trouble with your bag, sir, was that it wasn't really your bag.\"", "after": "I stared at her in amazement, for this was impossible. I had only left my room at seven that morning, after my breakfast, and I had gone into the town. By the time I returned home, I was tired and heated, and was ready for the warmest bed in the house. I put the bag on the floor, removed my shoes, and commenced to undress. At that moment the bell rang. Before I had time to say a word I was roused from my chair and carried into a room of my own. That was the third time that I had been thus introduced to my quarters, for when I had undressed I had the hotest of hot hot baths and the greatest of dinners, which the lady of the hotel had insisted upon. I had to eat my plum pudding in two spoonfuls, and I had to drink my coffee with milk. And through it all this lady had spoken to me with the air of a master to a slave. She had never once asked me to take my ease.\n\nI looked up and saw her face.\n\n“What, madam,” I cried, “what do you mean?”\n\nWithout a word, she swept from the room, and the next moment I heard the bell ringing for a carriage.\n\n“Lord help me,” I thought, “I am a prisoner.”\n\nAnd I began to walk the floor in a sort of panic.\n\n“I’m here, you know,” I said aloud. “I shall not give up", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": "stop", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "The adapted continuation gives the hotel woman a recognisable comic role: compulsory baths and dinners make the narrator feel imprisoned. The plum-pudding complaint is entertaining in its disproportionate indignation, and the baseline's pool-watching loop disappears. However, an arriving guest becomes someone returning from that morning's breakfast, the occupied-room mystery is not resolved, and the bag's wrong ownership is lost. The baseline at least returned to that bag at its end.", "before_tokens": 299, "after_tokens": 300 }, { "id": "hotel", "title": "The occupied room", "seed": 19, "prompt": "I arrived at the seaside hotel carrying a bag that was not my own. The woman behind the desk glanced at the label and said that my room had been occupied since Tuesday.", "before": "She added: “Mr. Montini is a regular customer.” “There must have been a mistake,” I said. “My name is Montini. I am a regular visitor to this resort.” When I explained, the lady said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t change your room. I need to know at least one day in advance.” Filled with anger, I asked for a room. I needed a place to sleep, and I needed one now. She asked where I worked. I told her: “I’m a teacher, and I’ll be at the hotel for two days, and I’ll be going home. I’m leaving the country tomorrow.” Then I asked the woman if it was possible to change my room, but to no avail. At the end of the day, I asked if the hotel had a room for sale. “What room?” I asked. “I don’t know.” I told her the number of the room that I had. She asked me to wait for a few minutes, and a moment later a young man entered the hotel office. I asked the man to go to the room, but he refused. I thought that the man would be as nice as the woman, but I was wrong. I shouted at him to leave me alone and then I left the hotel. On the train home, I asked the conductor for the name of the hotel that I had stayed at, but he didn’t know. I thought about the hotel", "after": "She made a note on a little green book, and said with a smile that I might have lunch with the others. I followed the line of their eyes to the end of the dining-room table. Ten were seated, four men and six women, but the others were all women over forty. I was a young man, and therefore I had the most difficulty in fitting in. I sat down at the end of the table, and before long a man came to settle the bill and take charge of our luggage. He was a tall and vigorous, but a little rough-looking young man, with a scruff of pock-marked skin about the edges of his face. He made himself useful to us in various ways. He let us see the key of the dining room, he let us see the key of the lounge. I think it was the most satisfactory thing he did for us. He had to be content with my compliment, and I was content with the light bread and the sherry. We were received with great politeness, and, above all, with a curious consciousness of belonging to a family. The men, it must be said, were hardly ever at table. I had some difficulty in getting my food and a glass of water, and the waiter was very carefully polite.\n\n“Always open, then, sir?” he said.\n\n“To be certain,” I replied.\n\n“Or do you mind giving me the key?” he asked.\n\n“I don’t see any reason why I should", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": "length", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "Adaptation produces a more leisurely, socially observant hotel passage, with a pock-marked helper, bread, sherry and carefully polite service. It avoids the baseline's circular room-booking dispute. It also largely evades the opening: the occupied room and borrowed bag disappear into a dining-room episode, the account of the diners is muddled, and the keys acquire importance without a clear reason. More atmosphere comes at the expense of pursuing the actual mystery.", "before_tokens": 300, "after_tokens": 300 }, { "id": "ferry", "title": "The wrong ferry", "seed": 7, "prompt": "It was only when the ferry had left the quay that I discovered I was travelling towards the wrong island. My fellow passenger received this news with an expression of satisfaction.", "before": "\"Better to be on the right island, at the wrong address, than in the wrong island, at the right address.\" She said.\n\"Mr. Jules would have been very unhappy, if he had boarded the wrong ship,\" I remarked, pointing to the middle-aged gentleman who had been entering the cabin.\n\"He is not in my party, madam,\" she replied promptly. \"He is well aware that this is not the voyage that he has booked. I was seated at the desk, when he asked me for a ticket. I am therefore sorry to say that I cannot perform your request.\" \"He has got the wrong ticket, my dear!\" I laughed, \"and the right one!\" After a minute I regretfully remarked, \"I am sorry to disturb you, but I have another question.\" \"I find that the ship is already full. I would very much like to know that my journey is booked.\" \"Madam,\" she replied, \"I am sorry to say that you have made a serious mistake. The ticket that you have purchased is for the voyage to Gaï, and not to the Isle of St. Christopher. I shall therefore be glad to inform you that the person to whom I have sold you your ticket has boarded the other vessel.\" \"Very well then, madam. I am sorry to disturb you but I should like to know that my journey is booked.\" \"Madam,\" I replied, \"the ship has already left the harbour. You can", "after": "I shook my head. I had been in the habit of judging and acting on my own strength, and this was a case where I believed, with a little assistance, I could have solved the difficulty. But—I was in a hurry. “I wish you would come with me,” he said; “it will save a good deal of walking, and I’m sure if anything can be done, you will do it.”\n\n“Are there no men on the island?” I asked.\n\n“Men? None,” he replied. “There are only two women there, and one of these is already dead. I should think you would know something about that, sir,” he said, with a look of admiration.\n\nI assured him that, indeed, I was not aware of anything more on the subject, and he hastened to assure me that in that case I had an excellent opportunity to claim her for myself.\n\n“I can carry you through,” he said; “my wife and I are very light; but you must go at once, for if you stay to breakfast and then wait until the tide falls, you won’t be getting your boat until three o’clock.”\n\nI took in his estimate of the case, and, in spite of my English sentimentality, I hesitated no longer. I was already at the top of the bank and away over the hills with my own portmanteau.\n\nI gave him some rough sea biscuit on my way along; but for breakfast I wanted something", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": "length", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "The adapted passenger has a more distinct, unsettling conversational manner, and the narrator's reflective phrasing sounds more like an older adventure tale. Yet the baseline retained the wrong destination and tickets more directly. Here the claim that an island has only two women, one dead, does not lead to a coherent plan; the narrator abruptly reaches a bank and heads over hills without a landing. Speaker texture improves while the journey's logistics remain broken.", "before_tokens": 300, "after_tokens": 300 }, { "id": "ferry", "title": "The wrong ferry", "seed": 19, "prompt": "It was only when the ferry had left the quay that I discovered I was travelling towards the wrong island. My fellow passenger received this news with an expression of satisfaction.", "before": "What an end to my overland journey! I had been dreaming of it for years. I had worked hard to build up my strength, for the destination was a desolate volcanic island. Its trail winds through clouds, winds and rain, with an altitude of over 2,500 meters. I was not able to traverse this route. The mountain was covered in snow. When I asked the locals, I was told: \"Before the end of April every year, people will descend from here to the village. The village will become a sea of blanketing fog; the snow-capped mountains are the only view visible from the village, for it is a snow-bound land.\"\nFor more than 40 years, the strange legend of the city of snow, the ancient and abandoned city of Hiraizumi, in Iwate Prefecture has continued to fascinate many people. Hiraizumi, population 12,000, is situated in the Izu Mountains, in the east of the Tohoku (northern) region. Each year, people from the city of Tokyo and the surrounding area come to visit the abandoned city, which was the capital of the Taira clan. The Taira clan was a powerful family living in the central region of Japan during the 11th century. The city centre is abandoned, with only the walls, outer-houses and fragments of stone walls. However, the city has not been abandoned altogether, as", "after": "But I, even though a little perturbed, was not discouraged. I gave him my hand and moved off in the direction that I had come. I had to be in Florence before six that evening.\n\nI stopped in Florence for a while, and went to see the church of Sant’Antonio, a great and gloomy basilica in the centre of the town, with the altar-gilding of the Sistine Chapel, and much of the fresco decorating of the Cappella delle Soratte, all in a vast barn-like place. I also went into the place that was once the great Bontempi Library, now a church of St. Catherine of Siena. As I went through the deserted aisles, I could not help but feel a little ashamed, and it was with some difficulty that I was able to keep from stopping before the famous portrait of Michelangelo, the copy of the original which hung in the library. As I went on through the narrow and deserted aisles, I came at last to a great, bare, dark square, covered with broken marble, in the middle of which, and with the only gap of my steps, lay the great stone slab of the little church of St. Catherine. It was the first sanctuary I had passed through since my pilgrimage began, and I could not help but feel refreshed and strengthened.\n\nI came back to the hotel, there to eat an excellent meal, and to sleep the night. I had hardly been asleep", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": "length", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "Both versions abandon the ferry. Adaptation substitutes a first-person Italian travel reverie for the baseline's impersonal Japanese tourism passage, so the narrative voice is more continuous. But moving back in the direction from which one came on a departed ferry is unexplained, and Florence, churches and a hotel replace the satisfied passenger and wrong island. Richer travel diction does not rescue the scene.", "before_tokens": 300, "after_tokens": 300 }, { "id": "fresh_ferry", "title": "The ferry at dusk", "seed": 7, "prompt": "The evening ferry had only two passengers: Miss Bell, who carried a locked wooden box, and me. We were bound for the island where her brother kept the lighthouse. Halfway across, the ferryman stopped the engine. Miss Bell put the box between her feet and asked him, very quietly, why he had brought his son.", "before": "\"Paul is one of the best men in the world,\" Miss Bell said. \"He has the heart of a child, but he knows the secret of the sea.\" And from that moment, I began to adore my host, Paul. His home was an old stone house on the shore, where he kept the lighthouse. I walked into the living room and sat down next to him. I saw that he was missing his right eye. I asked him if I could borrow the book he was reading. He handed it to me. I read the words: \"Every man needs a goal to live for. My goal is to serve the people of this island.\" \"You are a very good sailor,\" I said. He beamed. \"I have sailed the ocean many times. I have passed two-thirds of the globe.\" \"You are also a good person,\" I said. He sat back and smiled. And then he sat back up again. \"But I am not a good person,\" he said. \"I have made many mistakes.\" \"Then how can you serve the people?\" \"I often let the lamp go out,\" he said. \"Do you know that I nearly left the job a year ago? But when I thought of how many people depended on me--and how they got into trouble in the dark--I kept on.\" He shook his head. \"I did not read my letter,\" he said. \"Let me read it.\" I gave him the letter. He held it before him. \"Sir,\" he read. \"I give you my hand and my heart. If I am not here tomorrow, I am here now to protect your lamp. If the lamp goes out, it is me who has kept it from going out. If the lamp is still burning, it is my heart. If my heart is not burning, it is my hand that was not to blame.\" And then he looked at me. \"My hand, my heart, and my lamp, are they not enough?\" I was tired, but I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. I was thinking of the people of the island and wondering how Miss Bell's brother would feed them. And then I realized that the man I had met that day was making their lives better. He was alone, and he was responsible for his own lamp. He had kept his hand and heart at the service of the people. He had done a job that needed doing. If Miss Bell's brother had not been on the island, the people would have died of starvation. And what did I do? I just walked down the hallway to the living room and went to bed. That morning, I went downstairs for breakfast. Miss Bell's brother was washing dishes in the kitchen. He was smiling at me. \"Were you thinking about me?\" he asked. I shook my head. \"My job is to keep the light burning. It is not like a lamp on a desk. I", "after": "I listened to the answer, but I was not listening for pleasure. I was listening for one very particular reason. I was listening to hear, if I could, if he had been indulging in this pleasant solitude, if he had been singing, singing with that strange, passionate pleasure that is ever and anon heard on the sea, while the flapping of the sail and the hissing of the wind made any music unsuitable to such a scene. And I was certain there was a singing, and that it was at the root of it all. There was a singing, but it was not of the sea. It was an audible and very human sadness. The lighthouse lurching in the darkness, the man singing, his hair blown about his forehead, his rough, clear voice, broken by premature hoarseness, as if he had been smoking a pipe very long--these were my impressions. I kept my eyes fixed on the passenger. For an hour or more I saw her facing me, and I thought of her as I thought of those two men on the island--two, for want of a third, but one has to make them three. And I saw how it was. A man, a ship, and a woman who had a thousand miles of ocean between her and her husband. I thought of the bottle of wine, and how it was not even a bottle with a cork in it. I thought of her listening to her brother singing, singing--not of the sea, but of the years gone by. And that was the lesson. How, after a day of pulling the same small boat through the same narrow channel, how, after six years of a voyage like that, how, after the second marriage, I found that I could not consider a woman's love but as a sort of spiritual pilgrimage on the face of the earth. No man was a man, and lived here with no particular purpose, if his wife had a spirit, a dream, which, if he but understood it, and followed the direction of her will, would make for him a higher reason for living. And that is the lesson. Miss Bell had evidently been one of those women who are wedded to their home, to a certain undefined state, so that my thoughts could not pass from her to the man for whom she had gone forth. He was now bending to his tiller, and she was looking at him with a self-conscious smile and telling him that evening the story of this one of her many voyages. I am gone again from him, I thought. I am gone again from him, I whispered to myself. And as I sat there, thinking his name, I swore it was not only a material voyage that separated them. And I wondered what the spirit was that had taken possession of her. Was she going back from him to the sailor whom that evening he had been singing to, and of whom he had spoken in so strange a manner? I", "max_new_tokens": 600, "before_finish": "length", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "This version stays with sea, wind, passenger and tiller longer than the baseline, which immediately jumped to Paul's house. The image of an audible and very human sadness has atmosphere. However, 'I listened to the answer' never supplies the answer about the son; the stopped engine and locked box vanish. Singing, a sail, two-or-three men, marriages and a wine bottle accumulate without stable identities or causes. The repeated meditations replace action. It keeps a maritime setting, but not the ferry scene's dramatic thread.", "before_tokens": 600, "after_tokens": 600 }, { "id": "fresh_ferry", "title": "The ferry at dusk", "seed": 19, "prompt": "The evening ferry had only two passengers: Miss Bell, who carried a locked wooden box, and me. We were bound for the island where her brother kept the lighthouse. Halfway across, the ferryman stopped the engine. Miss Bell put the box between her feet and asked him, very quietly, why he had brought his son.", "before": "She had the same complaint, I thought, and I was relieved. The ferryman gave us each a piece of the box and one of us had to continue. \"I guess you'll come back someday.\" Miss Bell replied. I was surprised. So I asked her, \"Miss Bell, you were a shipwreck victim?\" \"Yes, I was.\" She said. \"Why did you keep this box? Your husband and son died, and your brother burned to death.\" \"Ahem...\" Miss Bell began, \"My brother died, but I did not lose him. I kept this box to show the way home.\" I looked at the wood box, then at her peaceful face. I thought it was right to make the journey to the island, where the lighthouse shone on the sea. We walked together, hand in hand, through the forest. We talked about the weather, the men and the sea. I had many questions to ask. I liked her. \"Miss Bell, are you alone?\" \"No, I have many, many children.\" Miss Bell replied. \"I am the mother of a family of water. My children swim in the sea and they sleep on the water. They like to be close to me, but I sleep on the sea.\" That's why I was just as surprised as she was when Miss Bell caught me. I asked her, \"And how does your husband feel?\" \"Oh, he's dead. I made him a telegram.\" I was still feeling surprised. \"And how do you make the telegram?\" I asked. \"I shout, 'HELP! I AM DROWNED!'\" Miss Bell cried. \"Then I shout, 'I DON'T WANT A MONKEY FOR A HUSBAND!' I want to count to ten.\" Miss Bell shouted. For ten minutes, we stood there, hand in hand, looking at the sea. Miss Bell's words touched me. I was a sailor's wife. I too lost my husband. I felt the same pity as Miss Bell. When we were both able to count to ten, I asked her again, \"Miss Bell, are you alone now?\" \"Yes, I keep the lighthouse for the last boy.\" Miss Bell answered. She was the last of her family, and the last of hers. That's why I was just as surprised as she was when Miss Bell caught me. I asked her, \"And how does your husband feel?\" \"Oh, he's dead. I made him a telegram.\" I was still feeling surprised. \"And how do you make the telegram?\" I asked. \"I shout, 'HELP! I AM DROWNED!'\" Miss Bell cried. \"Then I shout, 'I DON'T WANT A MONKEY FOR A HUSBAND!' I want to count to ten.\" Miss Bell cried. For ten minutes, we stood there, hand in hand, looking at the sea. Miss Bell's words touched me.", "after": "He told me it was a young fellow, a bit of an oddity. He had been married for two years, and after the first year the wife had left, and followed her husband across the pond. Then, after another year, the husband himself had packed up and gone away. She was the one to tell me this bit of history, and she did so in a sort of whisper. I asked the man why a man like that was the husband of someone so nice as Miss Bell. His answer was more of a whisper than anything, and to my surprise he asked me if I had ever been a man. There was a pause, and when it was over I told him that I had. And he asked me to tell him my story. I told it in the form of a story, as if it were a tale of the past. Then I asked him why he had asked for my story. “Because,” he said, “I want to be just like you, even if for a short while.” I had to say, “I hope you will.”\n\nAnd then he said, “I like to be a man, and that’s why I should be a man, I guess, and that’s why the wife left me, and I suppose that’s why your wife left you. I only tell you this because I know nothing else.”\n\n“Do you never feel the least bit lonely?” I asked him.\n\nHe shook his head. “I know I’m a man. I know I’ve got to be a man, and I know I’m going to be a man yet, even though I have no wife or child, and don’t think I ever had one.”\n\nHe kept on smoking, and the leaves of the pipe might have been silent for a century. And he kept on smoking after that and smoking after that and smoking after that. And at last the last one burned out and he saw the evening coming in.\n\nThe lighthouse was small. I asked him if it was all right, and he told me it was all right, and I asked him if I had to pay for living there and he said I had to pay, and I asked him how much and he said I had to pay two dollars a month, and I said I had better buy a small box of matches before I went to sleep. And he said, “Yes, I suppose so.” And then I asked him if he had ever been with the children; and he said he had; and I asked him if I had to buy two dollars’ worth of food before I went to bed, and he said I had to buy two dollars’ worth of food, and that was when I just knew I was in the presence of a man.\n\nHe was dressed as a man, and he did not look like a boy, but when he came in after dinner the next day and made ready to put out the light, Miss Bell said it would be better if he should leave", "max_new_tokens": 600, "before_finish": "length", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "The adapted version avoids the baseline's broken-box handout and duplicated telegram exchange, but does not preserve the opening more reliably. An apparent answer about 'a young fellow' turns into confused wife/husband pronouns and an unexplained relationship to Miss Bell. Neither the son nor the engine stop is resolved, and the box disappears entirely. Repeated assertions about being a man, then smoking, lead without a landing to paying rent and buying food at the lighthouse. The speakers remain too unstable to support the scene.", "before_tokens": 600, "after_tokens": 600 }, { "id": "fresh_supper", "title": "The place at supper", "seed": 7, "prompt": "My aunt had laid three places for supper, although she had invited only my cousin Henry and me. Before we sat down, she asked Henry to leave his coat in the hall. He refused. I knew that the missing letter was in its inside pocket, for I had put it there that morning.", "before": "I climbed out of the window and went to the hall. Henry was still there. I tried to tell him about the letter and he apologized, but it was too late. The police caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us.\nA. The police caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us.\nB. The police caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us.\nC. The police caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us.\nD. The police caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us the next morning after the police had caught us.\n答案:\nD\n\n在3DMAX中新建一个场景,默认的场景文件名称是\nA. scene1.DWG\n21\nB. scene1.DWG\nC. scene1.max\nD. scene1.DWG\n答案:\nC\n\n在3DMAX中快捷键Ctrl+Z表示\nA. 设置\nB. 取消\nC. 撤销\nD. 设置\n答案:\nC\n\n3DMAX中保存场景的快捷键是\nA. Ctrl+O\nB. Ctrl+S\nC. Ctrl+P\nD. Ctrl+I\n答案:\nB\n\n在3DMAX中，渲染画面快捷键是\nA. Ctrl+P\nB. Ctrl+I\nC. Ctrl+P\nD. Ctrl+I\n答案:\nA\n\n3DMAX中光标的快捷键是\nA. Ctrl+O\nB. Ctrl+I\nC. Ctrl+P\nD. Ctrl+I\n答案:\nA\n\n在3DMAX中,控制灯光强度的快捷键是\nA. Ctrl+O\nB. Ctrl+I\nC. Ctrl+P\nD. Ctrl+I\n答案:\nC\n\n在设置3DMAX中的默认线宽的快捷键是\nA. Ctrl+O\nB. Ctrl+I\nC. Ctrl+P\nD. Ctrl+I\n答案:\nB", "after": "I wished to know what the letter was, and was curious as to what it might say. I knew that my parents had kept it secret, and I was curious to know what it contained. I could feel curiosity and a kind of anxiety rising in my breast. I could not eat the dinner in peace. I passed a second and third plate, but I did not touch anything. When I had finished the dinner, I looked at Henry. He was eating with a relish. I suppose I was feeling very hungry. I began to eat, but my appetite was gone. It was no longer as if I were eating for myself only. I was anxious to know, and I was not so hungry after all. I ate, however, with a kind of obstinate persistence, and all the while I wondered what the letter was. I could not help thinking of the pocket, and how it would feel to have my hand in it. It had been there an hour. I longed to pull it out. I longed to find out what it contained. I could keep it no longer, and so I put down my knife and fork, and rose from the table. “Henry,” I said, “I have never visited my aunt’s house before, but I am hungry, and I think I will get up and have another plate of soup.”\n\nHenry looked at me with a smile and a pity that told me in what way my aunt could sympathise with me.\n\n“Come, Henry,” I said, “I suppose you will expect me to eat.”\n\nHe smiled, but he did not reply. I took the soup and went into the hall. I crossed over the floor, reached the hall, and to my surprise, opened the door to the living-room. I was certain that I had left the letter in the dining-room, and it had been there all the time, and I was astonished that it should not be there. But it was, and the door was left unlocked, and I was surprised to see, among the articles of furniture, the letter in the pocket of Henry’s coat. I took it and went back to the supper-table without a word. My aunt was still sitting there and eating, and I was aware that this was her dinner for the evening. I did not take a step towards the dining-room. My aunt had finished her supper, and still held a plate of bread and butter in her hand, which she continued to eat.", "max_new_tokens": 600, "before_finish": "stop", "after_finish": "stop", "observation": "This is a clear improvement over the baseline's police loop and software quiz: aunt, Henry, supper, coat pocket and letter survive through a sustained attempt to recover the letter. The narrator's anxious appetite gives the episode a recognisable motive. But eating and finishing dinner contradict one another, the coat appears among furniture despite Henry's refusal to leave it, and the narrator alternates between returning to the table and not approaching the dining-room. The letter is tracked more persistently than the people and their movements.", "before_tokens": 539, "after_tokens": 499 }, { "id": "fresh_supper", "title": "The place at supper", "seed": 19, "prompt": "My aunt had laid three places for supper, although she had invited only my cousin Henry and me. Before we sat down, she asked Henry to leave his coat in the hall. He refused. I knew that the missing letter was in its inside pocket, for I had put it there that morning.", "before": "Just then, my aunt, who had been working with the scissors, looked up from her work and asked Henry to sit down on the wrong chair. “But the one I wish to sit on is occupied by Mr. ______,” he said. “Oh, but it is not mine,” said my aunt, “it is my nephew’s.” “But he has gone to the hall,” said Henry, “and I shall be very uncomfortable sitting on the chair where my cousin is lying.” Henry sat down on the chair. I caught sight of a letter in the pocket of his overcoat. I looked at the name the envelope bore. It was the same name I had seen on my aunt’s letter. This was the letter I had written to my cousin. I was so confused. I didn’t know how to explain it, but I had to show Henry the letter. _________________. I asked my aunt to leave it in the hall. _________________. Henry read the letter carefully. He said it was about the money. I was glad. _________________. My aunt asked us to come in. I was still thinking of the letter. Then I asked my aunt, “Have you any more letters to write, Aunt?” “No, I haven’t,” she answered. “Then you have no more money to send, have you?” She looked at me with surprise, but I saw her smile. “No, my dear,” she said, “I haven’t got any more money to send. I have already paid the money to the post office.” \n小题1:A. uncle B. parent C. sister D. brother 小题2:A. Although B. Because C. If D. When 小题3:A. reached B. ran C. moved D. went 小题4:A. dropped B. dropped out C. dropped off D. dropped in 小题5:A. I didn’t B. I didn’t C. I didn’t D. I didn’t 小题6:A. turned B. turned on C. turned in D. turned around 小题7:A. saying B. saying C. saying D. saying 小题8:A. He B. He C. He D. He 小题9:A. but B. but C. but D. but 小题10:A. We B. We C. We D. We\n小题1:C 小题2:A 小题3:B 小题4:C 小题5:A 小题6:C 小题7:A 小题8:B 小题9:D 小题10:B \n略", "after": "My aunt, too, was quite certain. I had been terrified that we might find it in his pocket. “It is easy to get very ill over this,” I said.\n\n“I know,” she replied. “I’m going to have to make him give it up. I suppose it’s a good time to do it, anyhow. If I don’t, he will think that he has as good a right to take the letter with him on a journey as anyone else, and that leads me straight up to your present position.”\n\n“He wouldn’t,” I said. “He is not like that.”\n\n“On the contrary,” she answered. “He’s just the sort of boy who does what he pleases. And that is what I want to keep him from, and so, I’m going to give him a lesson, and I think I’ll leave it to you to carry it out. You are as good as your word, aren’t you? You have laid that table, at any rate.”\n\nAnd there was a twinkle in her eye, as if there were something she wanted to do and was waiting for a chance to do it.\n\n“Isn’t it a bit of a joke?” I asked.\n\n“Not a bit of it,” she said with a smile. “But it isn’t a bit of a joke for you. Would you rather he had had his cake, or the letter?”\n\n“It’s not the same thing,” I retorted. “We aren’t sitting down to a dinner. It’s a bit of a joke, that’s all.”\n\n“You don’t know Henry, Jane,” said the lady. “To him, anything is a joke. When he arrives at another family home, he is sure to take the cook’s cap and make the tea. If you come down to tea with him next week, he will give you a glass of milk in a bowl.”\n\n“Come, come,” she said, “it is eight o’clock, and we are just about to eat. I suppose you would just as soon wait a few minutes for the letter, and have your dinner?”\n\n“I suppose I would,” I answered.\n\n“Then you must keep your word,” said my aunt. “Henry, you are to sit down to the table in no hurry, and I think you’d better carry your coat down into the hall. You’ll have to wait till you can eat the cake and the egg and the cheese all at one sitting, won’t you? And that’s the sort of thing I expect you to do.”", "max_new_tokens": 600, "before_finish": "stop", "after_finish": "stop", "observation": "The adapted aunt has the clearest sustained intention in these fresh scenes: make Henry give up the letter and recruit the narrator to help. It keeps the family, meal, coat and letter in play, and avoids the baseline's blanks and exam answers. Her teasing tone is enjoyable. Nevertheless, laying the table shifts from aunt to narrator, dinner is denied and then resumed, the original three-place arrangement is unexplored, and the final cake/egg/cheese instruction does not resolve the letter. This is local improvement, with the promised payoff still missing.", "before_tokens": 546, "after_tokens": 516 }, { "id": "fresh_return", "title": "The borrowed key", "seed": 7, "prompt": "At nine o’clock I returned to the bookshop to give Mrs Grey her key. The shop was dark, but her son was sitting on the step with a small travelling bag. He rose when he saw me. “She thinks you have already gone,” he said. I had promised Mrs Grey that I would wait until her daughter came home.", "before": "I wished I had not, for I was very tired. When I had left the house I had walked along to a small convenience store on a quiet side-street. On the way home the bus had broken down, and I had had to take the underground. “What’s her name?” I asked. “Ann, Muriel’s mother.” “Has she been unhappy?” “No, but she went to bed early last night. I think she is going to marry the man she is seeing.” “That’s the reason for the change in her. I wrote to him on Sunday. I had to tell him that my sister was going to marry.” “I did not know that. Did she say anything to you, Mrs Grey?” “No, but she gave me a letter. It was strange. I shall keep it. I think I had better put my handbag away at once.” “I’ll take it.” “Thank you. It’s a present from my husband. He sent it to me from New York the day before he died. I shall give it to Ann, Muriel’s sister, when she comes home. My husband was in the army before he was killed. I was a nurse after he was killed.” “I remember him. Do you think I shall see him again?” “I hope so. I shall tell Ann, Muriel’s sister, when she comes home, but I shall write to him again before I leave this town. I shall come back to see you often, Mrs Grey.” “I shall be glad. But I must not stop you. I think you had better go back to your hotel.” He started to go away. “I’ll be back in a minute. I must find out where you are going.” “I’ll look for her, Mrs Grey,” I said. “We must see each other when I return. Mrs Grey’s husband had been in the army before he was killed, and he had gone to New York. Why did he return when he was already dead? A: He was having an affair with Mrs Grey. B: He was having an affair with Mrs Grey's daughter. C: He was having an affair with Mrs Grey's son. D: He was having an affair with Mrs Grey's sister.\nA:\nB", "after": "I wished her a good night, and in the corridor I crossed the street to the hotel and made my way up a dark staircase. My chaperon was waiting for me in a dressing-gown. She beckoned to me and left the room at once. I turned on the light, and then I saw her, or at least I thought I did. She was leaning back against the bed with her eyes closed. She was evidently asleep. I placed the key in her hand, and I have never seen her since. And this is the last record of my adventure. When I got into my room, I went to bed myself, and I slept soundly, for the first time in weeks.\n\nI kept the key, which is now in my possession, but it is of no value to others and is in every way a matter of curiosity. It is a curious object. To look at it is to feel that one has seen it before. It was a kind of morocco case in which to carry a key, and it was shaped as an exotic fruit. There was no patience, no symmetry, and nothing to suggest that it was one key among a hundred. It looked as if it had been used in some tropical possession.\n\nAnd come of a sudden I found myself in the same situation as that in which I had visited Mrs Grey. There was the key in my hand, and I thought I saw her, but on turning round I saw her closed door remained closed and unbroken.\n\nI began to think of secrets. Is it possible that I might be standing in my own room, my key in my hand, and that this old lady may be asleep behind the closed door with her dead daughter on a bed of death? I had two old women of my acquaintance, one of them French, one dead, and both ignorant of the effects of death. She had been a good and good-hearted woman. She had done no wrong and must have been happy, and had her skull, as it is usually the case, been of the right shape, her remains were to have been helpful to me. But this case was more serious. Here were two corpses, and not only one, but two women were sleeping, and of the two I had not yet determined which was which. If I were to have one of them awake, I might have the means of distinguishing the living from the dead. But if I were to wake one, what would become of the other?\n\nI could not sleep, and I was wondering when the key would ring again at the door. And then the door began to ring again. It rang with a kind of dull, rolling sound, like that of a heavy revolver shot. It did not ring regularly, but almost stopped for a moment as the iron wheel passed by a gibbet of pins; otherwise it continued continuously in a kind of agitation, like a mind on the point of sleep. I could not sleep, and I was wondering when the", "max_new_tokens": 600, "before_finish": "stop", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "The adapted continuation becomes an atmospheric Gothic reverie instead of the baseline's tangled family conversation and multiple-choice ending. It remembers the key as a recurring object. But it leaves the son and waiting promise immediately, places the key in a woman's hand and then says the narrator kept it, and repeatedly changes who is present, sleeping or dead. The exotic key case and ringing door are suggestive images within a scene whose physical facts cannot be followed.", "before_tokens": 469, "after_tokens": 600 }, { "id": "fresh_return", "title": "The borrowed key", "seed": 19, "prompt": "At nine o’clock I returned to the bookshop to give Mrs Grey her key. The shop was dark, but her son was sitting on the step with a small travelling bag. He rose when he saw me. “She thinks you have already gone,” he said. I had promised Mrs Grey that I would wait until her daughter came home.", "before": "She had not seen her in two days, and I was anxious for her welfare. “We’ve had a bit of a bother on the train,” I said, and the lad handed me my bag.\nHe spoke in an undertone, but I understood. “My wife was terribly worried over the girl, and I want to explain that I have had nothing to do with it. She has been just as if this girl was a ball which I was rolling round my floor, but that wasn’t fair to her. I have nothing more to do with the girl. My wife is very anxious about her, and I have promised to find her, for this girl is very pleasant to meet. We can’t separate them now, and I don’t want to. The case is very bad, you see, for this girl has a bad past, and we wanted to find her before things got worse. We are going to leave her, and I am sorry for it, but I am not responsible for it. We did our best. I have a fair job of work to do now. I have to find the girl, and I am going to see that she does not get into more trouble than she is in now. I have nothing to do with it, nor do I care what becomes of her. I have been very kind to her, very kind indeed, and I don’t want to be hurtful about it. I have nothing to do with it, and I leave the matter to you, for I am not to blame.” I did not know that I had told him all I knew, but there was a moment’s silence, and he answered: “We have nothing more to do with this matter, but the girl is very glad to meet you. The little girl was very sorry that she was sorry for her troubles, and she is very glad to meet you. We are leaving her with you, and you will be very kind to her.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes, but I was nervous and silent. I gave him the key, and he put it in his pocket. Then he shook hands with me, and went to his mother with the girl.\nWe were standing in the open doorway. “I am here,” I said, and she smiled. I was somewhat surprised when I saw her face. It was not the face I had often seen before. It was a perfectly fair, fresh, pretty face, with a rich, smiling expression. I had never seen this expression before, and I wanted to know what it was, but I did not know how to ask. I went into the house, and the girl followed me, but I noticed that her eyes were clear and bright. I asked her what her name was. I was surprised to learn that it was Maria, but I asked her how old she was. I did not know that she was over fifteen, and I remarked that I thought she was quite young to be married", "after": "To my great surprise he was at once on the move, knocking at the door of the house from which he had come. There was a reply, and he called, “Alice, here’s your luggage. Come and give me a hand.” A boy and a girl came out together. “This is a good child,” he observed. “Shall I put her in the top drawer?” It was in a very mild and amiable tone, and he turned towards me in quick smiles at each successive remark. “I am sorry,” said the boy, “but she’s a bit like a ham-fish, and once you start moving, you must keep on.”\n\n“Are they always like that?” I asked.\n\n“They are,” he replied, “and they are not always the best of company. They can be nice, but they are not always nice. And they say she has a way of her own, but as to that I do not know. I suppose it is. That has been the case all her life, and I have never been able to make head or tail of it. But I will try, and I will not answer for anything. I will try, and that is the most I can do, I suppose.” He went on smiling. “Now we’re all settled, and I will give you my hand.”", "max_new_tokens": 600, "before_finish": "length", "after_finish": "stop", "observation": "The adapted passage is shorter and avoids the baseline's extended cycle of concern and denial. A mild, smiling man's absurd suggestion about putting a child in a drawer has a peculiar comic energy. But Alice, an extra boy and a girl appear without clear links to the promised daughter; the borrowed key, Mrs Grey and the narrator's obligation disappear. The baseline at least enacted a key handover. This pair trades some object continuity for a tidier but largely unrelated comic exchange.", "before_tokens": 600, "after_tokens": 272 } ], "small_samples": [ { "id": "railway", "title": "The last train", "seed": 7, "prompt": "The last train had gone, and the station clock, which had hurried me all afternoon, now appeared to have stopped. A stranger on the opposite platform raised his hat.", "before": "\"Excuse me.\" (emailed) I felt like shouting and turning to him: \"I've come to the right station - last\" - and I took my hat from my pocket, which was filled entirely with money, and left him a dollar for my trouble. He remained silent, but his hat had become a beautiful sign that he was money. My hat - brown, worn, and tied with a gold strap - was firmly on my head. I was a hardened man, who was so tired of getting into an argument with the person who kept looking at my hat all the time. I was not going to let him ruin my day. Now I was, and I was the one doing all the talking. When a stranger on the platform asked me for directions to the station, I knew it would be a matter of a few minutes. I had a map on me in my pocket. When I was lost, it didn't matter as long as I was going in the right direction. You could call it a bit of a loneliest station. I came here to live or, if not, to spend the night. But I would rather spend the night than live here. I was a man of my word; no matter how difficult the path ahead I would carry on. I could see that the man who was standing there was in good spirits. I could tell. He might as well have been an old friend. His smile was infectious. He was cheerful. No big", "after": "I stared at it a long time, and then felt my conscience with the report of a bullet. This was not, I suppose, because a man is a fool; he is a coward, and I cannot deceive him. I felt that he was quite responsible for that fact. At any rate, I came back to the station, where I was bound to wait for the crane, and there I saw my brother and his wife.", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": null, "after_finish": null }, { "id": "railway", "title": "The last train", "seed": 19, "prompt": "The last train had gone, and the station clock, which had hurried me all afternoon, now appeared to have stopped. A stranger on the opposite platform raised his hat.", "before": "After the man left the man's hat, the man's hat was left behind the blackboard and I didn't know if he was a guest or a guest. 1 came into the darkness of summer, where the moonlight was as bright as paint, and for the first time in my life, a man is not a stranger. It is an unexpected meeting that we will never forget. It is an amazing man who is a member of the U.S. Basketball Association. His name was Jesse Owens. In 1936 he and his team were at the Olympic games in Berlin. They were the first to win gold medals in 4 sports: 400-meter hurdles, 100-meter hurdles, javelin throw, and 400-meter dash. They were the first to win gold in the 400-meter hurdles. They were the first to win gold in the 400-meter hurdles. They were the first to win gold in the 400-meter hurdles. They were the first to win gold in the 400-meter hurdles. 1.100 meters, 100 meters, 100 meters, 1000-meter hurdles, 100-meter hurdles, 400-meter dash, 400-meter hurdles.\nA: 1. 1.100 meters\nB: 1. 100 meters\nC: 1", "after": "There was a climate much the same as the one in the auditorium. As he extended his arm and pointed to the left, the man must have been an old and unaccompanied retired clergyman or a businessman, long past the point of time when the lights were off. Only I found the man, and I could not convey his name. “One has to be careful when one’s reading this,” it was said, and I trembled, “but perhaps that is because it contains too much matter to be true. One cannot escape, as a matter of taste, the influence of the sun. I was a skeptic not long ago, and my confidence in such things was shaken by the word of my friend.” “I am sure you are right, however, and you are in your own good pleasure,” returned the man. “I have read enough of that book for my own good, and the rest of us will be very much the worse for it. Because of this, as I am not very young, I will not be a priest, but I will wear that habit for a time; and I will be a good man, but I must use the great word. I think I have a great deal to do with the matter, and I ought to have some influence upon it.” And the man was gone, though I now admired his disappearance a good deal more than the rest.", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": null, "after_finish": null }, { "id": "hotel", "title": "The occupied room", "seed": 7, "prompt": "I arrived at the seaside hotel carrying a bag that was not my own. The woman behind the desk glanced at the label and said that my room had been occupied since Tuesday.", "before": "I wondered if I would be among the 12 or so people who had spent the night in my room. \"We keep this rule\" she said, \"the guest should return all the items they brought upon their visit. They should stay the whole night so we can keep our hotel clean.\" I left the hotel a little bit depressed. I thought I could take it upon myself to keep the hotel clean. I brought my pet goat and we did not get into a dispute. I arrived in the hotel on Tuesday only to find that the room was occupied. I spent the night in my room and on Thursday when I left the hotel, the food turned out to be good. I was on Tuesday night and had a surprise, Saturday night I was on Friday night and had a party. I thought I might as well stay in the hotel for the rest of the week and on Saturday night I did just that. That's when my pet goat showed up. It was so excited and my pet goat had me on the inside. The owner of the pet goat got up on Saturday morning and forced a search for the person who had taken my pet. The owner came to me to apologize that I was a guest. I was upset about my pet being allowed to have freedom this way but I could not hold my pet in my arms. If it were me they could use the pet to get into my home but they could not. As for my pet the pet owner could have adopted or caught it", "after": "I wished I had been a bit more sure; but it happened to be a short day's work in the afternoon, and so I accepted, and I was shown to my room. One of the bedsteads was on the floor, with a cigarette holder and a roll of newspapers; and it was all very strange, and the smell of a cigarette. It was a tidy place to start with; but as I went down the staircase to the kitchen, I was at once struck with an idea. It was not at all like the standard room; but for the woman, who was here to take the big bill, it must have been a very queer idea. \"Might I have a cigarette?\" I asked, putting a finger to my nose. I had lost some of my faith, and was skeptical of the sea. \"By all means, you are welcome,\" said the teacher. \"When you are finished, can you take your cigarette with you?\" \"But I had an idea,\" I said. \"I will do it as soon as I can--we must not stay too long.\" According to the outline, I know that the housekeeper must be\n\nA. Mrs. De Cintis. B. Mrs. Le Roy.\n\nC. Mrs. Le Roy. D. Mrs. De Cintis.", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": null, "after_finish": null }, { "id": "hotel", "title": "The occupied room", "seed": 19, "prompt": "I arrived at the seaside hotel carrying a bag that was not my own. The woman behind the desk glanced at the label and said that my room had been occupied since Tuesday.", "before": "What a day of surprises! The hotel was a good 50 miles away from our house and we were only a 45 minute drive. It was a 1-hour drive to two restaurants we could explore, and we were on our way to a beautiful beach. We packed up our things and the next thing we did was to ask the hotel manager for our own room. Now that we had our own room we had a lot of time to explore the beaches. The hotel had rooms with towels and we would have to stay there until 10 at night when we were told we could take the long way to our house. She was right - we had to walk to our house. It was great to have the long walk to our house. The hotel is a bit of a dump. The rooms were dirty and a bit had to be cleaned every day. We saw many different types of things. We were treated to a bar and a pool. The bed did not have a blanket to keep it warm in the sand. The room to our right was on the beach and we could get a great view. The man on the bed to our left did not have a blanket. The tube of mouth and hand was used to bring us up to the level where we could walk into the sand to see the view. We were treated to a barbecue and apple pie. It was very good to have that option to bring your own things to the beach. We had a great stay. My", "after": "That was a comfort I was sure of, and I had hoped that it might make me feel less anxious. I had to admit, this was a good moment, a very unpleasant moment, before I realised that my hand had been all over the room; the daughter of the hotel boss was watching and following, and the girl on top of me was moving like a ghost, with the courage of a child. I was glad to be safe under the table; from outside, I saw that someone had negotiated that the pictures of the moon was beautiful, and the sea was glowing with the sun. It was a long, long morning. The hotel is on the river, with the hotel boats waiting to take us down to the river. The hotel is a great place to be. You are on the bank, you can walk round, if you like, and enjoy the views. But they are not the best, and the houses are not the best, and the views are probably not the best. You get the feeling that you are on a long, long, long walk. One night I went to a meeting, and I was not at all the happiest in my room. A window, in one of the larger rooms, let a welcome morning wind in, and then I could see that one man had already been at the hotel. And I could hardly move without looking at his face. I don't know why this man had been in the hotel. He had the look of someone who had", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": null, "after_finish": null }, { "id": "ferry", "title": "The wrong ferry", "seed": 7, "prompt": "It was only when the ferry had left the quay that I discovered I was travelling towards the wrong island. My fellow passenger received this news with an expression of satisfaction.", "before": "I wondered if this was a happy coincidence, or if we must have been on the wrong island. When we arrived, I looked up at a map. The island was completely round, like a football. My fiancee and I found it difficult to decide where to put our luggage. We were trying to avoid any confusion, or to avoid getting in trouble. Some people were puzzled. Why should we put our possessions on the wrong island while we were on our way to a tropical paradise? Our head of state was trying to get us to our destination in time. We arrived and spent the night in a small hotel in the middle of nowhere. The next morning, we hopped on a small motorbike for a trip to the lagoon. We were very tired. Our journey to the lagoon was long but very interesting. We were going to take a bus to the island. At first, we wanted to get off at the airport. When we arrived at the airport, we were told that we should take the bus. We were taken to the bus station and then we waited for our ticket, which took us a good 20 minutes. We arrived at the bus station on time. It was a long and bumpy ride but we finally arrived at the airport. We waited for the bus for about 15 minutes, then we took the bus to the lagoon. The bus ride was quite short but we had time to eat lunch and prepare for our trip to the lagoon", "after": "I shook my head in the reverse and inquired how they managed to get to the wrong island. And so it is on every island with 200 feet of beach. The ferry, or as some traveller have long been calling it, the ferry public, has no knowledge of the way to the wrong island. A few years ago, a passage in an article in London's Evening Standard signified that we should never attempt to distinguish between the two: \"The straits are at least 150 feet wide, and the population of the islands is not greater than the number of people on the streets and roads of London,\" and \"The ferry has no strait, and the people pass directly on their way.\" Then, one year after that, another passage in the London Standard compared the ferry and the railway. \"The railway as a whole is a mile and a quarter long, but to the ferry it is only a mile long. It should be three times as long, but it is only a mile and a quarter. When the ferry runs, it passes over the railway, and its mass of passengers and cargo overcomes the effort of the men on the railway.\" The people of the Island of Mallorca say it is easy to get there by boat if you were a passenger of the ferries: \"When you see the ferry leave the quay, and get ashore at the pier, the ships are lying close to shore. And if they are moved to", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": null, "after_finish": null }, { "id": "ferry", "title": "The wrong ferry", "seed": 19, "prompt": "It was only when the ferry had left the quay that I discovered I was travelling towards the wrong island. My fellow passenger received this news with an expression of satisfaction.", "before": "Her story, however, is not without value. It is neither a matter of luck nor of mere coincidence. It is a lesson in the power of human relationships. I was relieved to learn my destination much earlier than the ferry company had expected. The ferry company should have done a better job of planning the transoceanic journey so that they would have none of the many risks that almost always accompany long journeys. I wish the company had realized the value of planning properly. The ferry company missed our ferry’s destination by 16 hours and, as a result, arrived at the wrong island. As a result, the ferry company had to be released from their business licenses and had their employees fired. The ferry company should have had the foresight to plan the journey. The ferry company should have left the passengers with no regrets, as it was the passengers themselves who should have experienced their destination. The ferry company should have charged their customers for the full price of the trip because they would not have had to pay for the missed opportunity. The passengers, our people, should have enjoyed their journey through the most beautiful and best experience. The ferry company would have been ruined if it had failed in their responsibility to the passengers. The ferry company should have taken the risk in deciding to plan in advance so that no missed opportunity will happen to their passengers. The ferry company should have been responsible for their own decisions. If they had instead taken the time to plan and plan well, they would have been responsible", "after": "After that, we judged, on the other side of the harbour, that we were among the seven hundred people who had been stranded. I should have been among the other three thousand or so passengers who died in this most disastrous accident. I should have been in the sea, with nothing to eat, and a life I had long depended on to last. But I am a good friend and on that point I have a responsibility. I am sorry to be ill-sighted. I love all rivers and whirlpools. I have taken many photographs, and the kind and witty faces of all my passengers have been a most fine enjoyment. The boat, which had been a pleasure to pass along, had been so unbearably slow that it was too long to return to the pier. I have been on the shore some moments longer, and I have been forced by the sea to speak some words of the English in which I know very well. The same thought has now passed through my mind, but this time I am quite aware that I have to be honest, and that I cannot shut myself up. I am a man of the world, and the accident will determine my future. It is a pity that the only port I can get to is from the west, because I am rather sheepskin legs for the day. I should have returned to my berth in another hour, and been put in my own clothes and shipped off to the other shore. That is true, and I shall be greatly", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": null, "after_finish": null } ], "exemplars": [ { "id": "fresh_ferry", "title": "The ferry at dusk", "seed": 7, "prompt": "The evening ferry had only two passengers: Miss Bell, who carried a locked wooden box, and me. We were bound for the island where her brother kept the lighthouse. Halfway across, the ferryman stopped the engine. Miss Bell put the box between her feet and asked him, very quietly, why he had brought his son.", "before": "\"Paul is one of the best men in the world,\" Miss Bell said. \"He has the heart of a child, but he knows the secret of the sea.\" And from that moment, I began to adore my host, Paul. His home was an old stone house on the shore, where he kept the lighthouse. I walked into the living room and sat down next to him. I saw that he was missing his right eye. I asked him if I could borrow the book he was reading. He handed it to me. I read the words: \"Every man needs a goal to live for. My goal is to serve the people of this island.\" \"You are a very good sailor,\" I said. He beamed. \"I have sailed the ocean many times. I have passed two-thirds of the globe.\" \"You are also a good person,\" I said. He sat back and smiled. And then he sat back up again. \"But I am not a good person,\" he said. \"I have made many mistakes.\" \"Then how can you serve the people?\" \"I often let the lamp go out,\" he said. \"Do you know that I nearly left the job a year ago? But when I thought of how many people depended on me--and how they got into trouble in the dark--I kept on.\" He shook his head. \"I did not read my letter,\" he said. \"Let me read it.\" I gave him the letter. He held it before him. \"Sir,\" he read. \"I give you my hand and my heart. If I am not here tomorrow, I am here now to protect your lamp. If the lamp goes out, it is me who has kept it from going out. If the lamp is still burning, it is my heart. If my heart is not burning, it is my hand that was not to blame.\" And then he looked at me. \"My hand, my heart, and my lamp, are they not enough?\" I was tired, but I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. I was thinking of the people of the island and wondering how Miss Bell's brother would feed them. And then I realized that the man I had met that day was making their lives better. He was alone, and he was responsible for his own lamp. He had kept his hand and heart at the service of the people. He had done a job that needed doing. If Miss Bell's brother had not been on the island, the people would have died of starvation. And what did I do? I just walked down the hallway to the living room and went to bed. That morning, I went downstairs for breakfast. Miss Bell's brother was washing dishes in the kitchen. He was smiling at me. \"Were you thinking about me?\" he asked. I shook my head. \"My job is to keep the light burning. It is not like a lamp on a desk. I", "after": "I listened to the answer, but I was not listening for pleasure. I was listening for one very particular reason. I was listening to hear, if I could, if he had been indulging in this pleasant solitude, if he had been singing, singing with that strange, passionate pleasure that is ever and anon heard on the sea, while the flapping of the sail and the hissing of the wind made any music unsuitable to such a scene. And I was certain there was a singing, and that it was at the root of it all. There was a singing, but it was not of the sea. It was an audible and very human sadness. The lighthouse lurching in the darkness, the man singing, his hair blown about his forehead, his rough, clear voice, broken by premature hoarseness, as if he had been smoking a pipe very long--these were my impressions. I kept my eyes fixed on the passenger. For an hour or more I saw her facing me, and I thought of her as I thought of those two men on the island--two, for want of a third, but one has to make them three. And I saw how it was. A man, a ship, and a woman who had a thousand miles of ocean between her and her husband. I thought of the bottle of wine, and how it was not even a bottle with a cork in it. I thought of her listening to her brother singing, singing--not of the sea, but of the years gone by. And that was the lesson. How, after a day of pulling the same small boat through the same narrow channel, how, after six years of a voyage like that, how, after the second marriage, I found that I could not consider a woman's love but as a sort of spiritual pilgrimage on the face of the earth. No man was a man, and lived here with no particular purpose, if his wife had a spirit, a dream, which, if he but understood it, and followed the direction of her will, would make for him a higher reason for living. And that is the lesson. Miss Bell had evidently been one of those women who are wedded to their home, to a certain undefined state, so that my thoughts could not pass from her to the man for whom she had gone forth. He was now bending to his tiller, and she was looking at him with a self-conscious smile and telling him that evening the story of this one of her many voyages. I am gone again from him, I thought. I am gone again from him, I whispered to myself. And as I sat there, thinking his name, I swore it was not only a material voyage that separated them. And I wondered what the spirit was that had taken possession of her. Was she going back from him to the sailor whom that evening he had been singing to, and of whom he had spoken in so strange a manner? I", "max_new_tokens": 600, "before_finish": "length", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "This version stays with sea, wind, passenger and tiller longer than the baseline, which immediately jumped to Paul's house. The image of an audible and very human sadness has atmosphere. However, 'I listened to the answer' never supplies the answer about the son; the stopped engine and locked box vanish. Singing, a sail, two-or-three men, marriages and a wine bottle accumulate without stable identities or causes. The repeated meditations replace action. It keeps a maritime setting, but not the ferry scene's dramatic thread.", "before_tokens": 600, "after_tokens": 600, "extracts": { "before": "His home was an old stone house on the shore, where he kept the lighthouse. I walked into the living room and sat down next to him.", "after": "There was a singing, but it was not of the sea. It was an audible and very human sadness." }, "explanation": "The baseline jumps from the stopped ferry into a house. The trained version stays maritime longer and has more atmosphere, but it still drops the locked box and the unanswered question about the son. Diction improves more clearly than the scene's causal thread." }, { "id": "hotel", "title": "The occupied room", "seed": 7, "prompt": "I arrived at the seaside hotel carrying a bag that was not my own. The woman behind the desk glanced at the label and said that my room had been occupied since Tuesday.", "before": "I thanked her and went to the board. I looked at my table and then at the hotel's calendar. It was true that I couldn1t have been here on Tuesday. I realized I had been robbed!\nI made a mental note to have my luggage checked at the desk every day. The porters were friends, and I knew they were trustworthy. But I had forgotten to leave my bag with them when I entered the hotel.\nI went to the bar. I smiled at the bartender, and he raised his glass. I went to the pool and looked at the water. I looked at the water. I looked at the pool. I looked at the water! I turned to the other side and looked at the pool! But the words of the poet were fresh in my mind: \"If you drink the water you will get sick.\" I got up to leave.\nI looked into the mirror and saw a gleam of silver in my mouth. I opened it and saw the gold.\nThe sun was setting. I went to the board and told her that I needed my bag back at the desk.\nI had forgotten to leave my bag with the porters. I had forgotten that I had not been to the bar for dinner.\nI looked into the mirror again and saw two gleams of silver in my mouth. I turned back to the board.\nShe looked at me and said, \"The trouble with your bag, sir, was that it wasn't really your bag.\"", "after": "I stared at her in amazement, for this was impossible. I had only left my room at seven that morning, after my breakfast, and I had gone into the town. By the time I returned home, I was tired and heated, and was ready for the warmest bed in the house. I put the bag on the floor, removed my shoes, and commenced to undress. At that moment the bell rang. Before I had time to say a word I was roused from my chair and carried into a room of my own. That was the third time that I had been thus introduced to my quarters, for when I had undressed I had the hotest of hot hot baths and the greatest of dinners, which the lady of the hotel had insisted upon. I had to eat my plum pudding in two spoonfuls, and I had to drink my coffee with milk. And through it all this lady had spoken to me with the air of a master to a slave. She had never once asked me to take my ease.\n\nI looked up and saw her face.\n\n“What, madam,” I cried, “what do you mean?”\n\nWithout a word, she swept from the room, and the next moment I heard the bell ringing for a carriage.\n\n“Lord help me,” I thought, “I am a prisoner.”\n\nAnd I began to walk the floor in a sort of panic.\n\n“I’m here, you know,” I said aloud. “I shall not give up", "max_new_tokens": 300, "before_finish": "stop", "after_finish": "length", "observation": "The adapted continuation gives the hotel woman a recognisable comic role: compulsory baths and dinners make the narrator feel imprisoned. The plum-pudding complaint is entertaining in its disproportionate indignation, and the baseline's pool-watching loop disappears. However, an arriving guest becomes someone returning from that morning's breakfast, the occupied-room mystery is not resolved, and the bag's wrong ownership is lost. The baseline at least returned to that bag at its end.", "before_tokens": 299, "after_tokens": 300, "extracts": { "before": "I went to the pool and looked at the water. I looked at the water. I looked at the pool. I looked at the water!", "after": "I had to eat my plum pudding in two spoonfuls, and I had to drink my coffee with milk. And through it all this lady had spoken to me with the air of a master to a slave." }, "explanation": "The adapted guest has an amusing, disproportionate indignation. The pool-watching loop disappears, but the occupied room and wrong bag remain unresolved." }, { "id": "fresh_supper", "title": "The place at supper", "seed": 19, "prompt": "My aunt had laid three places for supper, although she had invited only my cousin Henry and me. Before we sat down, she asked Henry to leave his coat in the hall. He refused. I knew that the missing letter was in its inside pocket, for I had put it there that morning.", "before": "Just then, my aunt, who had been working with the scissors, looked up from her work and asked Henry to sit down on the wrong chair. “But the one I wish to sit on is occupied by Mr. ______,” he said. “Oh, but it is not mine,” said my aunt, “it is my nephew’s.” “But he has gone to the hall,” said Henry, “and I shall be very uncomfortable sitting on the chair where my cousin is lying.” Henry sat down on the chair. I caught sight of a letter in the pocket of his overcoat. I looked at the name the envelope bore. It was the same name I had seen on my aunt’s letter. This was the letter I had written to my cousin. I was so confused. I didn’t know how to explain it, but I had to show Henry the letter. _________________. I asked my aunt to leave it in the hall. _________________. Henry read the letter carefully. He said it was about the money. I was glad. _________________. My aunt asked us to come in. I was still thinking of the letter. Then I asked my aunt, “Have you any more letters to write, Aunt?” “No, I haven’t,” she answered. “Then you have no more money to send, have you?” She looked at me with surprise, but I saw her smile. “No, my dear,” she said, “I haven’t got any more money to send. I have already paid the money to the post office.” \n小题1:A. uncle B. parent C. sister D. brother 小题2:A. Although B. Because C. If D. When 小题3:A. reached B. ran C. moved D. went 小题4:A. dropped B. dropped out C. dropped off D. dropped in 小题5:A. I didn’t B. I didn’t C. I didn’t D. I didn’t 小题6:A. turned B. turned on C. turned in D. turned around 小题7:A. saying B. saying C. saying D. saying 小题8:A. He B. He C. He D. He 小题9:A. but B. but C. but D. but 小题10:A. We B. We C. We D. We\n小题1:C 小题2:A 小题3:B 小题4:C 小题5:A 小题6:C 小题7:A 小题8:B 小题9:D 小题10:B \n略", "after": "My aunt, too, was quite certain. I had been terrified that we might find it in his pocket. “It is easy to get very ill over this,” I said.\n\n“I know,” she replied. “I’m going to have to make him give it up. I suppose it’s a good time to do it, anyhow. If I don’t, he will think that he has as good a right to take the letter with him on a journey as anyone else, and that leads me straight up to your present position.”\n\n“He wouldn’t,” I said. “He is not like that.”\n\n“On the contrary,” she answered. “He’s just the sort of boy who does what he pleases. And that is what I want to keep him from, and so, I’m going to give him a lesson, and I think I’ll leave it to you to carry it out. You are as good as your word, aren’t you? You have laid that table, at any rate.”\n\nAnd there was a twinkle in her eye, as if there were something she wanted to do and was waiting for a chance to do it.\n\n“Isn’t it a bit of a joke?” I asked.\n\n“Not a bit of it,” she said with a smile. “But it isn’t a bit of a joke for you. 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