The Complete Fairy Tales & Other Stories
By Hans Christian Andersen - online book

Oxford Complete Illustrated Edition all his stories written between 1835 and 1872.

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she was sick unto death, and the cruel landlord came up, and tore away the thin coverlet, her only protection against the cold. " Get up ! " said he ; " your face is enough to frighten one. Get up and dress yourself. Give me money, or I'll turn you out into the street.! Quick—get up ! " She answered, " Alas ! death is gnawing at my heart. Let me rest." But he forced her to get up and bathe her face, and put a wreath of roses in her hair ; and he placed her in a chair at the window, with a candle burning beside her, and went away.
' I looked at her, and she was sitting motionless, with her hands in her lap. The wind caught the open window and shut it with a crash, so that a pane came clattering down in fragments ; but still she never moved. The curtain fluttered like a flame about her ; she was dead. There at the window sat the dead woman, preaching a sermon against sin—my poor faded rose out of the parsonage garden ! '
Fourth Evening
1 Last evening I saw a German play acted,' said the Moon. 1 It was in a little town. A stable had been turned into a theatre ; that is to say, the stalls had been left standing, and had been turned into private boxes, and all the timber-work had been covered with coloured paper. A little iron chandelier hung beneath the ceiling, and that it might be made to disappear into the ceiling, as it does in great theatres, when the ting-ting of the prompter's bell is heard, a great inverted tub had been placed just above it.
' " Ting-ting ! " and the little iron chandelier suddenly rose at least half a yard and disappeared in the tub ; and that was the sign that the play was going to begin. A young nobleman and his lady, who happened to be passing through the little town, were present at the performance, and consequently the house was crowded. But under the chandelier was a vacant space like a little crater: not a single soul sat there, for the tallow was dropping, drip, drip ! I saw everything, for it was so warm in there that every loophole had been opened. The male and female servants stood outside, peeping through the chinks, although