| Enjoining the evening?
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| Count Tenheim. |
| I Presume?
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| At your service my lord???
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| You may call me Scoria. |
| I’ve been watching you dance with young baroness
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| Prudence, such
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| A… lovely creature
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| Yes, unfortunately her loveliness is owned by someone rude enough not to even
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| appear
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| With her. |
| Even in such pleasant masquerades as tonight
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| Well some do not simply have the proper out bringing to attend this kind of
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| pleasures
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| Apparently so, lord Scoria. |
| it may be the spanish way to raise sails and let
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| the beauty
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| Wither ashore
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| Look at her amongst all this joy, mourning and sighing. |
| Wouldn’t you like to
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| set those sad
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| Longing eyes aflame again? |
| To have her and afterwards kiss that swanlike neck
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| goodnight?
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| I… I Beg your pardon, my lord
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| Do not insult me with petty morality, dear count. |
| I know exactly how
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| desperately you thirst
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| After her. |
| With how much anguish you envy that halfbreed Antracon for owning
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| her loyalty
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| If only I could open her eyes from that blindness
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| I think we have a way to remedy that
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| Dear sir. |
| are you suggesting that I would do the dirty deed of yours…
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| of god only
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| Knows what intentions?
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| My intentions. |
| Are merely of setting her free of that endless longing.
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| I’m not asking you
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| To do anything, but to follow your own desires. |
| Few words from a loyal servant
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| of your’s will do
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| Few words. |
| From my servant?
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| Just a word placed in the ear of Antracon’s crew. |
| He’s ship, «Providence»,
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| is due to
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| Southampton within few weeks. |
| When it arrives we can perhaps put one of your
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| servants on the
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| Payroll all we need is few words, like count Tenheim has…
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| …Slept with young baroness Prudence
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| Aye! |
| You watch your mouth gadgie. |
| I can’t believe it out off her
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| That’s the bleeding bloody honest truth. |
| By god. |
| Mind you. |
| She is the bleeding
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| fiance of the
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| Owner of this ship and all. |
| Didn’t stop the mockers or banging her sheets with
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| sir tenheim now did
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| It? |
| No no…
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| Bloody hell… young sir Antracon ain’t gonna be at all happy when he’ll hear
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| about it…
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| …I just can not believe it
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| Well that’s what I heard. |
| And the gadgie works for the count and all.
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| Well, we better be
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| Off to London sir. |
| If we are going to be there in decent time
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| No… Hickson wait… I am going to stay here at the inn for a while.
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| Would you arrange a
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| Room for me?
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| You’re sure sir? |
| Ah mean. |
| Right, you never kin with this stuff. |
| Never kin with
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| the ladies
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| Tell you that for nothing sir
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| No… she deserved something better… It’s all my doing. |
| Being away and low
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| breed. |
| All my
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| Doing… |