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he wd do to me, then he smil'd at me, & began to
write with his finger upon my forehead, for a good
while, then he laid his hand upon my head with
such a powerfull feeling that tears flow'd without
number, then he look'd again at me and smil'd &
turn'd away & left me, then I thot I will fetch a
looking glass to see what was done on my forehead,
but I thot if he has wrote, I cant read writing, however
I wd look & when I saw there was written in large
leders in crimson & I cou'd read it, & it was; - I
will take care of the, thou shalt not be lost, & when
I awoke my pillow was quite wet with tears, &
I wept almost the whole Night & cd not help it,
for the impression remains to this day, & will
remain till I go to kiss those hands, wch was held
over me, then I began to think that my time was not out
for then I had almost 2 Years to stay, wch indeed