nds a man who stabbed me in theleg with a knife ; and in the yard there lies a black spectre,who beat me with his wooden club; and above, upon the roof,there sits the justice, who cried, Bring that rogue here ! Andso I ran away from the place as fast as 1 could. From that time forward the robbers…
Fairy tales · Folklore -- Germany
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