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"One afternoon of a cold winter's day, when
the sun shone forth with chilly brightness, after a
long storm, two children asked leave of their
mother to run out and play in the new-fallen snow.
The elder child was a little girl, whom, because
she was of a tender and modest disposition, and was
thought to be very beautiful, her parents, and
other people who were familiar with her, used to
call Violet. But her brother was known by the style
and title of Peony, on account of the ruddiness of
his broad and round little phiz, which made
everybody think of sunshine and great scarlet
flowers."
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