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Little Red Riding-Hood.
not indulge his wicked wish, because of some woodcutters who were at work near them in the forest. He ventured, however, to ask her whither she was going. The little girl, not knowing how dangerous it was to talk to a wolf, replied : "I am going to see my grandmamma, and carry her these cakes and a pot of butter." "Does she live far off?" said the Wolf " Oh, yes," answered Little Red Riding-Hood, " beyond the mill you see yonder, at the first house in the village." "Well," said the Wolf," I will go and see her too ; I will take |
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