E. My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. In a moment or two, Madame Valade recovered her sangfroid. Loved his memory still, for all he knew. "What for?" demanded Wood.
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