I had my own pillow , and there was a stove there , which at this time of year is the most beautiful thing in the world . I used to creep right under that stove . Ah me ! I often dream of that stove still ! Bow-wow ! ' ` Is a stove so beautiful ? ' asked the Snow-man . ` Is it anything like me ? ' ` It is just the opposite of you ! It is coal-black , and has a long neck with a brass pipe . It eats firewood , so that fire spouts out of its mouth . One has to keep close beside it-quite underneath is the nicest of all . You can see it through the window from where you are standing . ' And the Snow-man looked in that direction , and saw a smooth polished object with a brass pipe . The flicker from the fire reached him across the snow . The Snow-man felt wonderfully happy , and a feeling came over him which he could not express ; but all those who are not snow-men know about it . ` Why did you leave her ? ' asked the Snow-man . He had a feeling that such a being must be a lady . ` How could you leave such a place ? ' '
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