Previously: George got himself a seat in Parliament, which Ross could have prevented. But didn’t. Whitworth started banging Morwenna’s sister. D has a plot with an annoying puppy. (It’s not Garrick. Garrick is an angel, how dare you.) Prudie and Tholly sit on the cliffs over the sea, passing a flask back and forth and singing. Prudie notices three ships coming in, and Tholly look at them through his spyglass. They’re French. Prudie runs to … Continue reading Poldark 3.08 →