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Man, as if he was running and out of breath, crying out Mr. Motte, Mr. Motte, and some thing else he said which I did not perfectly hear, on a sudden the voice ceased, and I call’d to my Servants to go and see what was the matter. They calld out there was a Man murderd just before my door. I went down and found Augustino de Sowza lying on the Ground. My Servants
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