The House of the Seven Gables and the Snow Image and Other Twice-Told Tales
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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1883 Original Publisher: Houghton, Mifflin and Company Subjects: Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary History / General Literary Collections / General Literary Criticism / General Literary Criticism / American / General Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no ill...
MoreGeneral Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1883 Original Publisher: Houghton, Mifflin and Company Subjects: Fiction / General Fiction / Classics Fiction / Literary History / General Literary Collections / General Literary Criticism / General Literary Criticism / American / General Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: THE SNOW-IMAGE: A CHILDISH MIRACLE. 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. The father of these two children, a certain Mr. Lindsey, it is important to say, was an excellent but exceedingly matter-of-fact sort of man, a dealer in hardware, and was sturdily accustomed to take what is called the common-sense view of all matters that came under his consideration. With a heart about as tender as other people's, he had a head as hard and impenetrable, and therefore, perhaps, as empty, as one of the iron pots which it was a part of his business to sell. The mother's character, on the other hand, had a strain of poetry in it, a trait of unworldly beauty, -- a delicate and dewy flower, as it were, that had survived out of her imaginative youth, and still kept itself alive amid the dusty realities of matrimony and motherhood. So, Vi...
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