The Hideaway

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
My god it’s him… Antracon…my love
Their eyes so hollow so hollow
What’s happened to you? Why are you all covered in blood?
Every whore shall burn… every whore shall burn
Hickson, help him up to the street and into my carriage. We’ve…
Here we go sir Prudence… got to get him out of town. We’ll take him to my
father’s
Hunting lodge