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About a week after this, the producent put away his wife a poor miserable creature without clothes almost and was forced to borrow some clothes to come to her mother's and when she came to Norwich, the clothes which had been lent her were sent home and then she had nothing left, but a shift and an old under petticoat, an old pair of stays and a ragged coif about her head, and that was all she had on, and that then she had told us if God had not been merciful to her she had made away with herself, and that she was in fear of her life... James Matchet on the twelfth day of October last past sent a couple of men to her mother's house and they sat in the coffee room until it was clear, they came thither about 10 of the clock we suppose they were sent by James Matchet for as soon as the coffee room was clear (and they had stayed there about two hours and better before the room was clear) one of the men went down as she supposes to call him for within a quarter of an hour after they sat the man that went down and James Matchet came back together to the house and the said man went up into the coffee room and Matchet turned into the kitchen very violently and took her (his wife) from the table as she was there at dinner, and set his nails in her arms until the blood came, and nipped her until it was black and swelled so that we were fain to swathe it and anoint it and dragged her all the length of the house upon the ground, and cried out aloud and as she supposes to the two men in the coffee room, I have got her, I have got her, come down and help; and Lydia Matchet then called out murder, and the said man who as aforesaid she supposes James Matchet so brought come down and then he called him for his help yet he was [her?] help for when he came and saw how violently he used his wife he took him off her and put him out of doors.