[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.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
