“Oh, yes, I was a young man then . . . I was . . . well, I was forty-five then, and had only just come here. And I was so sorry for the boy then; I asked myself why shouldn’t I buy him a pound of . . . a pound of what? I’ve forgotten what it’s called. A pound of what children are very fond of, what is it, what is it?” The doctor began waving his hands again. “It grows on a tree and is gathered and given to every one . . .” “Apples?” “Oh, no, no. You have a dozen of apples, not a pound . . . No, there are a lot of them, and all little. You put them in the mouth and crack.” “Nuts?” “Quite so,
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