human
Crusch:  "Is he well?” Crusch was quietly taken aback to hear him bring up Ferris.
gpt
Bean:  Bean smirked at the dumbfounded Crusch. “So even you can be caught off guard, Duchess…”
human
Crusch:  “I admit, I wasn’t expecting it. I was sure you wouldn’t think much of Ferris… I mean, Felix.”
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Bean:  “What parent does not treasure his child? Or if not treasure, what parent wishes to leave his child to die somewhere? Especially when he knows the boy is his own blood.” Bean’s voice was subdued, with scant inflection.
human
Crusch:  Crusch wasn’t listening to his voice. She was focused on the wind, and there she found unmistakable regret and grief.
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Bean:  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stop. As our receiving room is occupied, perhaps our parlor… But you have come for something else today, I presume.” Bean resumed walking.
human
Crusch:  Crusch blinked once, dispelling her own grief, and replied, “Yes. And I have business with your other visitor. I know I’m imposing myself, but things will go quickest if you simply take me to your reception room. For both of us.”
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Bean:  “I see. This way, then, please.” Bean made no effort to resist, but led her to the reception room as though he had been expecting this. They walked through a dim hallway—it seemed the light was deliberately kept low—and up a narrow staircase to the receiving room on the second floor. Bean knocked.
human
Maid:  A woman’s voice answered, and the door opened. “Master? Why is the honored duchess…?”
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Bean:  “Don’t you remember? I told you I was going to have her join us here. Make tea for her.”
human
Maid:  At Bean’s clipped instruction, the maid bowed to Crusch and squeezed out through the door.
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Crusch:  Crusch, in turn, walked into the room.
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Man:  “Well, well, quite a lovely young thing we have here.”