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when I had got a little way from Mrs. Campbell’s Door, perhaps about Seven Paces, toward my own bungalow that Man Lewis Cornelius came up to me and said, no you damn’d Rascal, you shall not go yet, and then he struck me a blow under the right ear, with his fist clenched. His Party were under very good discipline for on his
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