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Crusch:  "I’ve come to hear Bean Argyle’s side of the story.”
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Miles:  Miles frowned at this open statement of Crusch’s suspicions.
human
Bean:  He drummed on the table with his fingers, looking as dour as ever. "I understand you have your concerns."
gpt
Bean:  "But we have very few callers at this house anymore. The only person who comes and goes with any frequency would be Miles here.”
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Crusch:  "So you’re saying the rumors of slave trade are just that?”
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Bean:  Bean nodded firmly. She sensed no wind indicating he was trying to deceive her. In fact, the eddies of his emotions were exceptionally weak, as if he were disengaged. Far from reassuring Crusch, this left her with an indistinct mistrust of Bean. Her thoughts were interrupted by the maid, who returned to the room.
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Maid:  "—The tea is ready.” She placed a silver tea set on the table and quietly poured the drink. A sweet aroma rose from the warm liquid. Crusch caught a hint of anxiousness and uncertainty from the maid.
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Miles:  “Please, Lady Crusch."
human
Miles:  "It will be easier to talk if you wet your lips…”
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Crusch:  "It’s all right…” The maid had retreated, but Crusch remembered her nervousness. Combined with Miles’s inquisitive eyes, Crusch hesitated to take the cup. Bean and Miles paid her no mind, sipping from their own cups. Crusch’s perceptions were sounding a noisy warning bell. Even the tea she’d been offered put her on edge.
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Crusch:  “If you wish to dispel any suspicions, the first step will be to show me the goods Miles has allegedly brought with him. Then you will allow people in to inspect this house. If they find the rumors are baseless, then I will apologize for doubting you and offer some form of compensation. But—”
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Bean:  “—Compensation, you say?”