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to a sick woman and in the cold weather.
I knw nothing more.

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Prisr says
I shall not ask her any questions, she is my Enemy

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Exd by the Jury.
I never heard the deced in her sickness complain of any pain in her belly.
The prisr had no show on when he kicked the deceased.
The 2 blows the prisr gave the deced with a small Bamboo