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Geuse:  As the black-clothed visitors began to lead the wagons out of the glade— “Right, one last thing—is Lady Emilia in good health?” Geuse, on the verge of leaving, paused to ask a question that practically brought Emilia’s heart to a stop.
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Geuse:  She’d never imagined her name would suddenly appear at a time like this. She hurriedly covered her mouth, holding back a yelp.
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Fortuna:  “Don’t worry. Emilia is a lively kid, and she’s growing up to be a really good girl. Such a good girl is almost wasted on us… But I’m sorry. I cannot allow her to meet you yet.”
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Geuse:  “It is fine. I wish for nothing more. If Lady Emilia is being raised well, that is enough. A sinner such as I cannot hope for anything greater than this.” This was not merely a show of humility. It was obvious the man’s voice carried a deep sense of shame and self-reproach toward himself. As Geuse lowered his eyes, Fortuna did not offer any cheap words of consolation.
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Geuse:  He nodded, as if her silence was a form of salvation.
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Man:  “—Lord Archbishop Romanée-Conti, are you ready?” Addressed by a single man at the very end of the train of departing wagons.
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Geuse:  “Yes, this is sufficient. Now, let us grave sinners depart. Lady Fortuna, I shall see you again soon.”
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Fortuna:  “…Even if no one else says it, we are grateful to all of you.