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. You can help us with the trick, as you always do.

. Don't you deceive yourself. This poor boy goes out of my house safe and sound.

. Leave off your gabble and fetch us something to drink.

. What a life for these poor men! It must be hard, to judge by the appearance.

. Why not? Running over the mountain all day to gather a miserable bundle of wood.

. There never ought to be winter time for the poor.

. But I prefer the winter. What do you say to summer?

. All the year is evil for those whose lives are poor.

. Poor fellows! My lady fairy, you ought to take pity on them, and divide your riches with them.

. You see now that is what I do. This is all my riches—this old, musty wine. Don't you want to try it?

. Here! Give it to me… It is not bad.

. Ah! This gives life.

. This cheers the heart.

. Here, my good people. It's for you… For you!

. Gold!

. Gold? Pigs and chestnuts!

. [To the ] And for you, too.… Why are you laughing at me?

. No, no, I am not laughing. I am much obliged. When did I ever see so much money all at once?

. Did you see? His pockets were full of gold.