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was rich indeed. He put the dog back upon the chest, shut the door, and then called up through the tree:
' Now pull me up again, old Witch !'
- Have you got the tinder-box also ? ' asked the Witch.
' Botheration! ' said the Soldier, ' I had clean forgotten it! ' And then he went back and fetched it. |
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The Witch pulled him up, and there he stood again on the high road, with pockets, knapsack, cap and boots filled with gold. |
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' What do you want to do with the tinder-box ?' asked the Soldier.
' That doesn't matter to you,'replied the Witch. 'You have got your money, give me my tinder-box.'
' We'll see !' said the Soldier. l Tell me at once what you want to do with it, or I will draw my sword, and cut oil your head ! '
' No ! ' screamed the Witch.
The Soldier immediately cut off her head. That was the end of her! But he tied up all his gold in her apron, slang it like a
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