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know that it was my dear Lord that kept me, from
all hurt & shame. In my 17th Year my Master
had the misfortune to be kill'd, this struck me very
much, but that went oft again without thinking any
further, but that he was at rest; In my 18th Year
I had a dream wch made such an impression on my
heart, that I never forgot, my parents were afraid
that something had happen'd to me, my Mother
ask'd me if my mistress had been hard with me,
I answer'd no, it was something that I had dream'd,
then my Father came to me, & said, come now tell me
what it is, but my heart was quite full, however
I told it, & it was, I thot a man came to me, drest
in a white surples, stood over me, & look'd very solid
at me, then he spread his hands over me, & then
folded them upon his breast, & I not knowing that
I was in Bed, thot I will lye quite still & see what