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Another gown was a forget-me-not, one a wild pansy, others peonies.

The only human trace left by that voracious blast was a glove belonging to Patricia Brown in an automobile smothered in wild pansies.

I look down and see the wild pansies, small purple and white violets, growing at my feet.

And the wood-honeysuckle was coming into pink bloom everywhere; and millions of violets and wild pansies.

Here they took a sandy foot path where scanty patches of coarse grass and clusters of wild pansy marked the borders of the straggling wood.