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the Prisoner came there. They said how did my Child dare to beat their Child. That is the Prisoner’s Child. Datta pull’d my hair – the Prisoner kick’d me on the Belly – I was nine months gone with child – the next day a dead child was born. I immediately felt a pain when she kick’d me,
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