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In the centre of this enchanted garden Madame Nilsson, in white cashmere slashed with pale blue satin, a reticule dangling from a blue girdle, and large yellow braids carefully disposed on each side of her muslin chemisette, listened with downcast eyes to M. Capoul's impassioned wooing, and affected a guileless incomprehension of his designs whenever, by word or glance, he persuasively indicated the ground floor window of the neat brick villa projecting obliquely from the right wing.
The prompt is a single sentence from Edith Wharton's book, The Age of Innocence, which I listened to a long time ago. As a Finn, I understood very little of it back then.
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I'm not here to express my own creativity (what creativity?), but to observe AI's pseudo-creativity.
