[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:] here we go sir prudence... got to get him out of town. we'll take him to my father's Hunting lodge.