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and you'd be gone.

Why would I leave?

You've got everything I need.

Eleanor Webb.

Look at you.

Fair as a lily.

I know your mother.

My mother is dead.

Is that what they told you?

They fed you on lies.

Your mother, your mother stole

something from me.

Now I'll steal something from her.

My disease has no cure.

When I'm finished with you,

you'll be a child no longer.

Look at me!

Eleanor?

You okay?

Camilla's told me about

how you were in a care home.

She said that...

She said that bad things

happened to you there.

I want you to know that

nothing bad will happen

while you're living here.

I promise, okay?

Her name's not Camilla

and she's not my sister, she's...

My name's Claire.

It's Clara, she was born Clara.

I prefer Claire.

Mmm...

Claire.

Don't.

You lie about me all the time.

If you tell him, I will kill him.

Don't you sometimes

crave to tell the truth?

There is a code that we

survive by, Eleanor.

Keep it.

So, in a week say,

how much would

your mum make?

Uh, what, high season?

About a thousand.

Oh, we could make

that in a night.

You could clear all

your debts, Noely.

Yeah, but...

I want to save

you from that life.

Well, it wouldn't

have to be me.

We could get

some girls in.

This is my mother's house.

He's so fair

none can compare

Oh, but his blood runs ruby

Come, rosy day

come quick, I pray

let dreams of love

be over...

Once upon a time,

there was nothing here.

There was no hotel,

no promenade.

Just a beach,

nets hanging out to dry,

great warships

in the bay

and children picking

cockles for their bread.

My mother was one of those children,

barefoot in the sand.

Can you hear me?

My mother lives

on human blood

and has done for

two centuries.

But once she was

a girl like you.

She's never spoken

of her family.

They're in the store

of things she must forget.

So her tale begins with two officers

waiting to be called to war.

Are they sweet? May I try one?

One was midshipman Darvell.

Mmm.

Here.

Pearl for a pearl.

And the other, his superior,

was captain Ruthven.

May I offer you a ride?

She's only a child, Ruthven.

She knows how to ride,

I dare say.

Don't go with him.

The pearl stays

pure forever

while the oyster's

flesh rots around it.

I have a gift for you.

Captain Ruthven!

Here's a treasure I

found on the beach.

Welcome, my dear.

There's nothing to

be afraid of.

Come on.

Let me show you to the

captain's favorite room.

You'll find only friends here.

You gave me nothing, sir.

You took.

I've given you your profession.

Welcome to your adult life...

How many stories

start that way?

Whore.

Thousands upon

thousands.

I shall return...

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