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Her mother was a goddess to her all through her youth, the mysterious ruler of all things beautiful and wonderful and lunar, her eyes that glinted spectral blue, as if she had the knowledge and the magic to raise the very dead. "Once there," proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, "he's as good as in his grave. When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. Father— dead.
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