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.