"Margaret!" said Mrs. Hale, rather querulously, "you won't like anything Mr. Thornton does. I never saw anybody so prejudiced."
Mr. Hale had been peeling a peach for his wife; and, cutting off a small piece for himself, he said:
"If I had any prejudices, the gift of such delicious fruit as this would melt them away. I have not tasted such fruit--no! not even in Hampshire--since I was a boy; and, to boys, I fancy, all fruit is good. I remember eating sloes and crabs with a relish. Do you remember the matted-up currant bushes, Margaret, at the corner of the west-wall at the garden at home?"

'Margaret!' said Mrs. Hale, rather querulously, 'you won't like anything Mr. Thornton does. I never saw anybody so prejudiced.'
Mr. Hale peeled a peach for his wife; and, cutting off a small piece for himself, he said:
'I have not tasted such fruit since I was a boy; and to boys, I fancy, all fruit is good. I remember eating sloes and crab-apples with relish. Do you remember the currant bushes, Margaret, in the garden at home?'
