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THE ROBBER BRIDEGROOM There was once a miller who had one beautiful daughter， and as she was grown up， he was anxious that she should be well married and provided for. He said to himself， I will give her to the first suitable man who comes and asks for her hand. Not long after a suitor appeared， and as he appeared to be very rich and the miller could see nothing in him with which to find fault， he betrothed his daughter to him. But the girl did not care for the man as a girl ought to care for her betrothed husband. She did not feel that she could trust him， and she could not look at him nor think of him without an inward shudder. One day he said to her， You have not yet paid me a visit， although we have been betrothed for some time.I do not know where your house is， she answered. My house is out there in the dark forest， he said. She tried to excuse herself by saying that she would not be able to find the way thither. Her betrothed only replied， You must come and see me next Sunday; I have already invited guests for that day， and that you may not mistake the way， I will strew ashes along the path. When Sunday came， and it was time for the girl to start， a feeling of dread came over her which she could not explain， and that she might be able to find her path again， she filled her pockets with peas and lentils to sprinkle on the ground as she went along. On reaching the entrance to the forest she found the path strewed with ashes， and these she followed， throwing down some peas on either side of her at every step she took. She walked the whole day until she came to the deepest， darkest part of the forest. There she saw a lonely house， looking so grim and mysterious， that it did not please her at all. She stepped inside， but not a soul was to be seen， and a great silence reigned throughout. Suddenly a voice cried： | 
