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TOUCH NOT—TASTE NOT.
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such beautiful apples in my life.”
“Nor I,” said Sarah, turning away. “But come, James, shall we go into the garden again and find aunt? I wonder where she is.”
James laid his two elbows on the end of the sideboard, on which the apples were standing, and leaned his head upon his hand, and looked, and looked, and looked, at their fair and beautiful appearance.
Foolish boy! That was the very way to make him desire to
