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- And you, dear daughter, how much do you love
me?
- Dear father, I love you as much as I love wine!
And her father replied:
- Good, I like wine, and I like this comparison, so
you too have made me quite happy.
And turning to the youngest daughter, he said:
- And you, little one, tell me, how much do you
love me?
And the little one answered:
- I love you as much as I love salt.
- Oh! You pesky little thing, - the King exclaimed
– so you’d be happy to see me be destroyed?
The King was so angry with his youngest
daughter, that no matter how sweetly she spoke
to him afterwards, there was no way of calming
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