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to avoid by stepping back, but I recd a wound with the point of the knife near my nose. [Shews a slight scar upon his lip.] This is the mark of it. I recd no other cut but this; nor any blow but that on my finger.
I cried Durhai Motte Saheb, and a Chokydar came up whose name is Modoo. Then the man who had given me the cut in the face, attacked the Chokyday with a Ratan, which I had seen in his hand before he wounded me in the face.
I ran away.