Apples

Examples

• Miss Fanshawe's travels, gaieties, and flirtations agreed with her mightily; she had become quite plump, her cheeks looked as round as apples. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• As soon as you have finished getting the apples, her aunt said, descending the ladder, come down, and we'll go for the holly. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• The girls were eating cheese and apples. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• Hay and straw were stored in that portion of the place, fagots for firing, and a heap of apples in sand. Charles Dickens. A Tale of Two Cities.
• Jane and I are both so shocked about the apples! Jane Austen. Emma.
• Wild yeast settles on the skin of grapes and apples, but since it does not have access to the fruit juices within, it remains inactive very much as a seed does before it is planted. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
• And they lie all tumbled about on the green, like the crab-apples that you shake down to your swine. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
• Provision of oranges, apples, and nuts was also made. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• The apples themselves are the very finest sort for baking, beyond a doubt; all from Donwellsome of Mr. Knightley's most liberal supply. Jane Austen. Emma.
• There is a strange unwholesome smell upon the room, like mildewed corduroys, sweet apples wanting air, and rotten books. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• But they are apples of Sodom, as a matter of fact, Dead Sea Fruit, gall-apples. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
• And when I brought out the baked apples from the closet, and hoped our friends would be so very obliging as to take some, 'Oh! Jane Austen. Emma.
• The commodities chiefly exposed for sale in the public streets are marine stores, hard-bake, apples, flat-fish, and oysters. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
• To study the human heart thus, is to banquet secretly and sacrilegiously on Eve's apples. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
• Piani found wine too and apples. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
• Lord Decimus had not heard anything amiss of his peaches, but rather believed, if his people were correct, he was to have no apples. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
• There was store of rosy apples laid in straw upon a shelf; he picked out three. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• It gave you the face-ache to look at his apples, the stomach-ache to look at his oranges, the tooth-ache to look at his nuts. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
• Its time of flowers, and even of fruits, was over; but a scantling of apples enriched the trees. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
• I have brought you some prime apples, which came from my country house this morning, and Sophia wants you both to dine with me to-day. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
• Thomasin came down when the apples were collected, and together they went through the white palings to the heath beyond. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• One apple-raiser in this district gathered two hundred bushels of apples per acre from his six-year-old trees. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• Thomasin lowered her face to the apples again. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• Sweet peaches, apples, grapes, contain a moderate amount of sugar; watermelons, pears, etc. Bertha M. Clark. General Science.
• To think of your sending us all your store apples. Jane Austen. Emma.
• The greater part of the apples, and even of the onions, consumed in Great Britain, were, in the last century, imported from Flanders. Adam Smith. An Inquiry into the Nature and Causes of the Wealth of Nations.
• But that autumn the serpent got into Meg's paradise, and tempted her like many a modern Eve, not with apples, but with dress. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• Apple-growers classify apples into three different kinds, each consisting of a great many separate varieties. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
• It was sufficiently late in the year for the orchards to be ruddy with ripe apples; and in a few places the hop-pickers were already at work. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
• Now, look at me as I kneel here, picking up these apples--do I look like a lost woman? Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.

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