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 The devil looked at the shoemaker and, when he saw that the shoemaker was a friendly sort of person, he told him his story.

“Why do you stand such treatment?” the shoemaker asked.

The devil snuffled.

“How can I help it? I’m married to her.”

“How can you help it?” the shoemaker repeated. “Comrade, look at me. At home I have just such a wife as your Gentle Dora. There was no living with her in peace, so one morning bright and early I ups and puts my tool kit on my shoulder and leaves her. Now I wander about from place to place, mending a shoe here and a slipper there, and life is much pleasanter than it used to be. Why don’t you leave your Gentle Dora and come along with me? We’ll make out somehow.”

The devil was overjoyed at the suggestion and without a moment’s hesitation he tramped off with the shoemaker.

“You won’t regret the kindness you’ve done me,” the devil said. “I’m so thin and pale that probably you don’t realize I’m a devil. But I am and I can reward you.”

They wandered about together for a long time