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Girl you kept at Patna, I suppose she was Your Mother that You had more regard for her. The Prisoner replied You say she was my Mother, You are also my Mother. The deceased went to the fire with a Hookah. I was then asleep, I did not see the Prisoner take out the Tulwar, I was not asleep but I was lying down to sleep, I heard the words, I went out and laid down night the thatch before the
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