But there the steadfast little Tin-soldier lay full length , shouldering his gun . Up and down swam the fish , then he made the most dreadful contortions , and became suddenly quite still . Then it was as if a flash of lightning had passed through him ; the daylight streamed in , and a voice exclaimed , ` Why , here is the little Tin-soldier ! ' The fish had been caught , taken to market , sold , and brought into the kitchen , where the cook had cut it open with a great knife . She took up the soldier between her finger and thumb , and carried him into the room , where everyone wanted to see the hero who had been found inside a fish ; but the Tin-soldier was not at all proud . They put him on the table , and -- no , but what strange things do happen in this world ! -- the Tin-soldier was in the same room in which he had been before ! He saw the same children , and the same toys on the table ; and there was the same grand castle with the pretty little Dancer . She was still standing on one leg with the other high in the air ; she too was steadfast . That touched the Tin-soldier , he was nearly going to shed tin-tears ; but that would not have been fitting for a soldier . He looked at her , but she said nothing . All at once one of the little boys took up the Tin-soldier , and threw him into the stove , giving no reasons ; but doubtless the little black imp in the snuff-box was at the bottom of this too . There the Tin-soldier lay , and felt a heat that was truly terrible ; but whether he was suffering from actual fire , or from the ardour of his passion , he did not know . All his colour had disappeared ; whether this had happened on his travels or whether it was the result of trouble , who can say ? He looked at the little lady , she looked at him , and he felt that he was melting ; but he remained steadfast , with his gun at his shoulder . Suddenly a door opened , the draught caught up the little Dancer , and off she flew like a sylph to the Tin-soldier in the stove , burst into flames -- and that was the end of her ! Then the Tin-soldier melted down into a little lump , and when next morning the maid was taking out the ashes , she found him in the shape of a heart . There was nothing left of the little Dancer but her gilt rose , burnt as black as a cinder . BLOCKHEAD-HANS Far away in the country lay an old manor-house where lived an old squire who had two sons . They thought themselves so clever , that if they had known only half of what they did know , it would have been quite enough .
They both wanted to marry the King 's daughter , XXXXX she had proclaimed that she would have for her husband the man who knew best how to choose his words .
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