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Panel 1 [Low shot showing the jaw of a right whale strung up, men cutting away the baleen. Adelaide is standing in the foreground, the hem of her dress stained dark with blood and grease.]



Panel 2 [Ezra comes up behind her with a slight frown as she looks down, also frowning. The tryworks smoke behind them]

EZRA:
Mrs. Waite?



Panel 3 [Shot over Ezra's shoulder as Adelaide looks back at him]



ADELAIDE:
Please on’t ask me to go below; I wanted to see it.

EZRA:
I wasn’t gonna.



Panel 4 [Adelaide returns her gaze to the whale head off screen]

ADELAIDE:
I was always aware that there were sometimes terrible things done in the acquisition of our domestic comforts.

Sugar. Tobacco. Lamp oil.