Queen Victoria: You have honored us with your loyalty and courage. Long may we strengthen the Empire together!
Jacob: Your Majesty. We will always work to ensure the safety of the people.
Evie: But with the greatest respect, our philosophy forbids us from assisting with the expansion of the Empire.
Perhaps, ma’am, you could consider putting an end to your imperialist desires?
Queen Victoria: I understand and respect your position, bound as you are by your Creed. You will indulge me one final time and receive these gifts.
Goodbye and may God bless the noble Fryes!
Jacob: I don’t suppose you’ll be offered any more cake.
Happy birthday (to me) and the noble Frye twins!
Dickens: Thanks to you, the Ghost Club’s reputation has grown tremendously! We are a beacon of reason in a world beguiled by superstition.
Evie: But I believe we have encountered one genuine spirit.
Dickens: Can you be certain? That’s the question. One might surmise that the spirits that haunt us are simply our deepest fears, manifested as apparitions.
Jacob: Shame. I’ve always wanted to see a ghost. Or a goblin!
Dickens: I propose a toast! To the Ghost Club, and the virtuous twins that have aided it: Miss Evie and Mr. Jacob!
Jacob: One uniform,
“Out of the way warehouse. Lots of guards. Masked lunatic inside. This is the bloody life!“ – Jacob Frye
Clara: It’s nice to meet you both at last. This is Babylon Alley. Here, we make it our business to know the streets, and provide children with the opportunity to control their own destinies.
Evie: Clara. Mister Green said we might be able to help one another?
Clara: In exchange for our services, we ask a small favour.
Jacob: Why not take a small favour, too?
Clara: There are several factories about the city that are powered almost entirely by child labor. Those children work long hours, with little pay, and most are not permitted even to leave the factory grounds. They suffer terribly. I need you to save them.
Jacob: A small favour?
Clara: In return, we offer you intelligence. Something YOU clearly need.
Jacob: Now hold on a minute-
Clara: I’m late for an appointment. What of these terms?
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