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(TRANSCRIBED: original entry by your humble narrator)
THURLOW: Keep having the damndest feeling that we've done this before, Lady Orlando - dark streets, hurrying along with the threat of enemies at the gates....wasn't there something foreign about it all as well? And I seem to recall that you were somehow - different.
LADY ORLANDO: As I've said, Lord Thurlow, once we reach some safe sanctuary we'll have the time for explanations. But to stop in the middle of the road at this juncture is folly. Come along, Mr. Darwin, please! You need not keep attempting to pinch yourself awake. I can assure you that you are not dreaming any of this. Keep up with us, please, and I can promise you a meeting with a very fine example of evolution indeed.
THURLOW: Evo-what? You keep the most extraordinary company, dear lady - damned lunatic's been muttering about beagles, tortoises and survival of the fittest since we set out. Goddammit, man, you'll be a poor candidate for survival yourself if you dawdle along as you've been doing - we've got to stay clear of these damned rioters. If I could spare a moment I'd have stopped at North's and told him to call out the army instead of bawling on his fat arse behind locked doors. Just a few more streets along to Garrick's theatre - this way.
LADY ORLANDO: Do I hear footfalls behind us? And the clatter of metal on stone?
THURLOW: In this part of the town you'd be fortunate not to hear the fall of bodies on the pavement once the footpads have had their use of 'em - but dammit, you've got the right of it. Look there - it's some ruffian made brave with the night's confusion. Lady Orlando, tell your friend to stop dangling about back there! Darwin or whatever's your name! Watch for that scum in the butcher's smock!
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