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THE STORY OF THE FISHERMAN AND HIS WIFE
looked at it, and as she was watching the sun rise, out of the window, she thought, ‘Ha! could I not make the sun and man rise?’
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‘Husband,’ said she, poking him in the ribs with her elbows, ‘wake up. Go down to the flounder; I will be a god.’
The fisherman was still half asleep, yet he was so frightened
