"You... you're that little maid... making eyes at rich men, eh...?" Sinclair tries not to sigh.]
...I would like...to do my job. Please. Thank you.
[ Sinclair pulls himself out of the man's grip and hurries away. If Faust didn't give the signal soon things were going to go down unpleasantly. He already sees Hindley approaching Heathcliff in the gardens. Aaah]
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"You... you're that little maid... making eyes at rich men, eh...?" Sinclair tries not to sigh.]
...I would like...to do my job. Please. Thank you.
[ Sinclair pulls himself out of the man's grip and hurries away. If Faust didn't give the signal soon things were going to go down unpleasantly. He already sees Hindley approaching Heathcliff in the gardens. Aaah]