The fruit can be replaced, and I will say nothing, though you know you are forbidden to meddle with my fruit.

But I do not love to see you doing wrong.

I will not tolerate a lie.

I do not know just what you have done; but if you will tell me the truth, I will--of course I will--pardon you.
Why did you take my fruit ?" "I took nothing, uncle," the boy declared.

"It was"-- then he stopped.
Suppose it had been taken by one of his sisters, or by Panoria, their guest?
The flutter of the departing skirt, as he came into the room, assured him it was one of these.