[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:] 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.
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