success. He turned his gaze toward the tops of the apple-trees across the glade and began, in a monotonous voice:
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"What very lovely weather we are
having for the time of year. I am
creditably informed that it is quite unusual.
Crops, I am told, are much
farther advanced than they were at
this time last year. The wheat is in
splendid condition. The apple crop,
if one is to judge by the quantity of
blossoms, will be very large. I trust
that it will prove so. I am very fond
of apples. I like them in pies, in puddings,
in sauce, and in cider; although
I don't think they very often find their
way into the latter nowadays. I also
like them baked, with an accompaniment
of cream and sugar. When I
was somewhat younger I was not so
discriminating, so particular. I liked
