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[Hickson:] You both all right? |
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[Prudence:] Yes Hickson. Thank you. You may leave us now. My carriage will take you back to town |
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[Hickson:] I'd better get going then. Good night sir. Good night miss. |
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[Prudence:] Now then, feeling any better hmh? |
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[Antracon/Scoria:] We are there when you dance with the shadows. We are there when you mock the |
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Mirror. We are there when you spread your legs... |
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[Prudence:] What...my god what has happened to you |
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[Antracon/Scoria:] I shall claim your soul. Every whore shall burn... Every whore shall burn every... |
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[Prudence:] Any better now that you've bathed clean from that filthy sour stench? What happened to |
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You? Nobody knew where you vanished after "Providence" anchored in Southampton. I was worried sick. |
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[Antracon:] Where am I? Prudence? |
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[Prudence:] Come here and hold me |
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[Antracon:] Prudence, I've seen a terrible dream. An endless nightmare...murderings and...I |
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Can't...was it a dream |
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[Prudence:] Were together now everything will be well again, I heard such terrible rumours of you. |
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Especially from count Tenheim. |
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[Antracon:] Count Tenheim? The noble count himself? |
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[Prudence:] What's wrong my love? |
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[Antracon/Scoria:] Every whore shall burn! |
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[Prudence:] No, Antracon. No... |
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[Antracon/Scoria:] Their eyes so hollow so hollow |