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The Hideaway - Silentium |
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Hickson: Over here, miss. Here he is. He wasn't in he's room at the inn last monday, |
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right, and I went looking for him. I found him here in a poor fettle. |
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I thought I'd better fetch you, miss 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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Here we go sir Prudence...got to get him out of town. |
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We'll take him to my father's hunting lodge. |
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