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He
looked
at
the
little
lady
,
and
she
looked
at
him
,
and
he
felt
himself
melting
.
But
still
he
stood
steadfast
,
with
his
musket
held
trim
on
his
shoulder
.
Then
the
door
blew
open
.
A
puff
of
wind
struck
the
dancer
.
She
flew
like
a
sylph
,
straight
into
the
fire
with
the
soldier
,
blazed
up
in
a
flash
,
and
was
gone
.
The
tin
soldier
melted
,
all
in
a
lump
.
The
next
day
,
when
a
servant
took
up
the
ashes
she
found
him
in
the
shape
of
a
little
tin
heart
.
But
of
the
pretty
dancer
nothing
was
left
except
her
spangle
,
and
it
was
burned
as
black
as
a
coal
.