Will you give me a kiss , if I fill your basket ? ' ` No , ' said Prunella , ' I will not give you a kiss , because you are the son of a witch . ' ` Very well , ' replied the youth sadly . ` Give me your basket and I will fill it for you . ' And he dipped it into the well , and the water stayed in it . Then the girl returned to the house , carrying the basket filled with water . When the witch saw it , she became white with rage , and exclaimed ` Bensiabel must have helped you . ' And Prunella looked down , and said nothing . ` Well , we shall see who will win in the end , ' said the witch , in a great rage . The following day she called the girl to her and said : ` Take this sack of wheat . I am going out for a little ; by the time I return I shall expect you to have made it into bread . If you have not done it I will kill you . ' Having said this she left the room , closing and locking the door behind her . Poor Prunella did not know what to do . It was impossible for her to grind the wheat , prepare the dough , and bake the bread , all in the short time that the witch would be away . At first she set to work bravely , but when she saw how hopeless her task was , she threw herself on a chair , and began to weep bitterly . She was roused from her despair by hearing Bensiabel 's voice at her side saying : ` Prunella , Prunella , do not weep like that . If you will give me a kiss I will make the bread , and you will be saved . ' ' I will not kiss the son of a witch , ' replied Prunella . But Bensiabel took the wheat from her , and ground it , and made the dough , and when the witch returned the bread was ready baked in the oven .
Turning XXXXX the girl , with fury in her voice , she said : ` Bensiabel must have been here and helped you ; ' and Prunella looked down , and said nothing .
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