"
When she heard the Glass speak thus she trembled and shook with rage.
"Snow-white shall die," she cried, "even if it costs me my life!"
She went into a quiet, secret, lonely room, where no one ever came,
and there she made an apple full of poison. It was white with a red
cheek, so that every one who saw it longed for it; but whoever ate a
piece of it must surely die.
When the apple was ready she painted her face, and dressed herself up
as a country-woman, and so she went over the seven hills to the seven
dwarfs. She knocked at the door. Snow-white put her head out of the
window and said:
"I cannot let any one in; the seven dwarfs have told me not to."
"It is all the same to me," said the woman. "I shall soon get rid of
my apples. There, I will give you one."
"No," said Snow-white, "I dare not take anything."
"Are you afraid of poison?" said the old woman. "Look, I will cut the
apple in two pieces; you eat the red cheek, and I will eat the white."
The apple was so cunningly made that only the red cheek was poisoned.
Snow-white longed for the fine apple, and when she saw that the woman
ate part of it she could stand it no longer, and stretched out her
hand and took the other half.
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