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At a party a few evenings since, as a ***** gentleman named Frost was eating
an apple in a quiet corner by himself, a ***** lady came up and gaily asked
him why he did not share it to her. He good-naturedly turned the side which
was not bitten towards her, saying. "Here, take it, if you wish." "No, I
think you," she exclaimed, looking at him archly. "I would rather have one
that is not frost-bitten!" and ran off to join the company, leaving poor
Frost with a thaw in his heart.