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[Hickson:] Over here, miss. Here he is. He wasn't in he's room at the inn last monday, right, and I |
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Went looking for him. I found him here in a poor fettle. I thought I'd better fetch you, miss |
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Prudence. |
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[Prudence:] My god it's him...Antracon...my love |
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[Antracon:] Their eyes so hollow so hollow |
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[Prudence:] What's happened to you? Why are you all covered in blood? |
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[Antracon:] Every whore shall burn...every whore shall burn |
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[Prudence:] Hickson, help him up to the street and into my carriage. We've... |
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[Hickson:] Here we go sir Prudence...got to get him out of town. We'll take him to my father's |
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Hunting lodge |