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Was a Magistrate; then he gave me a slap, and threw me on my bed. I remaind on the Cot senceless and with my teeth closed then the prisoner went and fetchd some Water and threw it on my face, when I recoverd Noorun came up to me and pulld my hair, and and I pulld her hair, the Prisoner went to call Kurreema because Dime was beating me, and afterward he went to Dine to
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