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It came to be known that the richest man in town was holding a ball for his son, who had returned from his adolescent travels. He made no secret of his desire for his son to find a wife, and he announced that they would choose only the most beautiful, the purest woman in the world.

The elder sisters began to prepare. The middle sister, who had always been the kinder of the two, asked the girl whether she were going to attend. She trembled. "I should like-- I should like--"*

The eldest ripped her apart with her eyes. "What, Cinder-slut? What precisely would you like?"

She stood very still. She helped her sisters prepare for the ball.

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