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I do not require the redolent scent of goat feces and rum that rolled off of Good Mr. Ben Stokes to know that I have quite happily returned to my own time! But it is a welcome scent of return, nonetheless, and if I did not fear forever soiling my clothing, I would embrace Good Ben as if he were a fellow man.

Despite this sartorial sentimentality, my mind is clear; I am here, and I can and will save the future.

A man will risk all to save the cherished woman who loves him.

A Collins will risk all to save the cherished woman who nonetheless loves another.

I held Victoria, sublime Victoria, in that cell, and I heard her speak of Mr. Bradford, and I felt the exquisite torment of total love, total sacrifice and total clarity of purpose.

And now, to vigorously persuade The Eel to aspire to some semblance of humanity!

I shall not fail.

BC

 

 

 

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