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if you have good luck he will recover, but I suppose he will die: Inquiry will be made to morrow. At night I made a fire, and warm’d cloths and put them on the wounds. It made the wounds bleed more, and then I stopped. I then scraped Bamboo and put that mix’d with burnt rags and Chunam, and I tied it over the wounds. The next day my Son went to Mr. Miller and complain’d that my Husband was kill’d, Mr. Miller sent a Serjeant and Sepoys
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