It was then All Saints' Eve; bitter was the cold, and Smetse's good wife was in her kitchen, brewing some good mixture of sugar, yolk of egg, and bruinbier, to cure her of an evil catarrh, which had lain upon her ever since her man died.
Smetse came and knocked at the window of the kitchen, whereat his wife was greatly frightened.
And she cri
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