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My back was towards the fire for I was grinding some spices to season the meat which the prisoner was dressing.

The deced just after speaking those words took up an earthen ware Hookah & went towards the fire. I did not take notice of the prisoner’s going into the room or coming out again; but he must have done So – for hearing the noise of a blow, I looked about &
saw