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Title: Stories for the household
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Andersen, H. C. (Hans Christian), 1805-1875 Dulcken, H. W. (Henry William), 1832-1894 Bayes, Alfred Walter, 1832-1909, ill
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: London : G. Routledge and Sons

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Then suddenly the door flew open, and the draught of air caught the
dancer, and she flew like a sylph just into the stove to the Tin Soldier,
and flashed up in a flame, and she was gone. Then the Tin Soldier melted
down into a lump, and when the servant-maid took the ashes out next
day, she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. But of the dancer
nothing remained but the tinsel rose, and that was burned as black asa coal.

THE STORY OF A MOTHER.

A MOTHER sat by her little child: she was very sorrowful, and feared
that it would die. Its little face was pale, and its eyes were closed.
The child drew its breath with difficulty, and sometimes so deeply as if
it were sighing ; and then the mother looked more sorrowfully than
before on the little creature.
Then there was a knock at the door, and a poor old man came in,
wrapped up in something that looked like a great horse-cloth, for that
keeps warm ; and he required it, for it was cold winter. Without,
everything was covered with ice and snow, and the wind blew so sharply
that it cut ones face. - ^
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THE MOTHER WATCHING HER SICK CHILD.

And as the old man trembled with cold, and the child was quiet for a
moment, the mother went and put some beer on the stove in a little pot,
to warm it for him. The old man sat down and rocked the cradle, and
the mother seated herself on an old chair by him, looked at her sick
child that drew its breath so painfully, and seized the little hand.
"You think I shall keep it, do you not ?" she asked. "The good God
will not take it from me !"
And the old man—he was Death—nodded in such a strange way, that
it might just as well mean yes as no. And the mother cast down her

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eyes, and tears rolled down her cheeks. Her head became heavy: for
three days and three nights she had not closed her eyes ; and now she
slept, but only for a minute ; then she started up and shivered with cold.
" What is that ? " she asked, and looked round on all sides ; but the
old man was gone, and her little child was gone ; he had taken it with
him. And there in the corner the old clock was humming and whirring ;
the heavy leaden weight ran down to the floor — plump ! — and the clock
stopped.

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