[Hickey's learned to watch and read people from afar, attune himself to their little movements and tells. He's seen William's style of servility before in countless people: maids, cooks, servants to the noble and the wealthy. He'd seen it in Gibson and Tozer, in all his little members of the revolution, and learned there's often more to be found scurrying beneath the surface.
It's again like all those exhibitions he used to attend in London, shows with the aim of bringing the foreign and exotic to the masses. Showing the style of the thing without the real essence of it. This story has something of that in it, not in the sense that William is insincere but in the sense that there's something too picturesque about it.
He snorts when William repeats Dolores's words, but his eyes remain focused intently on the other man. He can understand that ambition, wanting to shed your old life like snake skin and push forward towards something new.]
Do they escape? [He's honest in his curiosity and he doesn't want to interrupt the story.]
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It's again like all those exhibitions he used to attend in London, shows with the aim of bringing the foreign and exotic to the masses. Showing the style of the thing without the real essence of it. This story has something of that in it, not in the sense that William is insincere but in the sense that there's something too picturesque about it.
He snorts when William repeats Dolores's words, but his eyes remain focused intently on the other man. He can understand that ambition, wanting to shed your old life like snake skin and push forward towards something new.]
Do they escape? [He's honest in his curiosity and he doesn't want to interrupt the story.]