Thereupon she went into a quite secret, lonely room, where no one ever came,
and there she made a very poisonous apple. Outside it looked pretty, white with
a red cheek, so that everyone 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 farmer's wife, and so she went over the seven mountains to the
seven dwarfs. She knocked at the door.

Snow White put her head out of the window and said, "I cannot let anyone in,
the seven dwarfs have forbidden me." "It is all the same to me," answered 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 resist no longer, and stretched out her hand and took the poisonous half.
But hardly had she a bit of it in her mouth than she fell down dead.
Then the queen looked at her with a dreadful look, and laughed aloud and said,
"White as snow, red as blood, black as ebony-wood, this time the dwarfs cannot wake you up again."

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