1 When she cautiously faced around again, a peach lay before her.
2 A magnificent peach was hanging against an adjoining wall, ripened by the same artificial heat.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 71. Bread and Salt. 3 "Take this peach, then," she said.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 71. Bread and Salt. 4 A long silence followed; the peach, like the grapes, fell to the ground.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 71. Bread and Salt. 5 Spring had come early that year, with warm quick rains and sudden frothing of pink peach blossoms and dogwood dappling with white stars the dark river swamp and far-off hills.
6 Her face was round and rosy, with a healthful downy softness, suggestive of a ripe peach.
7 And his father had told him if he wanted anything to write home to him and, whatever he did, never to peach on a fellow.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 8 His father had told him, whatever he did, never to peach on a fellow.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 1 9 He was a stout man, of about two- or three-and-twenty, with an open, ingenuous countenance, a black, mild eye, and cheeks rosy and downy as an autumn peach.
The Three Musketeers By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In 2 THE ANTECHAMBER OF M. DE TREVILLE 10 Provincial diffidence, that slight varnish, the ephemeral flower, that down of the peach, had evaporated to the winds through the little orthodox counsels which the three Musketeers gave their friend.
The Three Musketeers By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In 11 IN WHICH THE PLOT THICKENS 11 They fell into a clever girl's hand just like the ripe peaches at Tara when the trees were gently shaken.
12 The sun picked out with faint glistening the apples and the furred pink peaches half hidden in the green leaves.
13 By her side sat a woman with a bright tin pan in her lap, into which she was carefully sorting some dried peaches.
14 The peaches, moreover, in obedience to a few gentle whispers from Rachel, were soon deposited, by the same hand, in a stew-pan over the fire.
15 I often saw them walking in the garden where the peaches were, and I sometimes had a nearer observation of them in the study or the parlour.
David Copperfield By Charles DickensContext Highlight In CHAPTER 16. I AM A NEW BOY IN MORE SENSES THAN ONE