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He would always be her friend, too. She bounced onto her bottom. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. But they been good to me, they have, sir. I'll call for you this afternoon when Wu is on. It was not as bad a wound as she had at first thought, and the blood was only oozing now. ” “For example?” “Your dyed hair.
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