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Brendan Leigh Russell, 38, was ordered to face Gosford district court in New South Wales on Friday after his failure to appear the previous day was attributed to starting a new job. Dib said Russell had entered pleas of not guilty at his previous appearance in Gosford local court and did not think he had to attend on Thursday. He said Russell, who formally pleaded not guilty on Friday to charges of manslaughter, female genital mutilation and causing grievous bodily harm, had been working at a new job to save money to pay legal fees for his upcoming trial.
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