Liz Stride:
[approaching his carriage carefully]
'ello, sir.
Jack the Ripper:
Is anything wrong?
Liz Stride:
No sir. For a second, I thought you were someone else.
Jack the Ripper:
Oh.
[offers her absinthe spiked with laudanum]
Jack the Ripper:
Thirsty?
Liz Stride:
[takes it and drinks]
Always parched, sir.
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