The Hideaway - Silentium

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