He said to the eldest, "Give me your apple first."

He took a mirror in his left hand, and the fruit in the right hand, bent

down, and inhaled the odor of the apple, but without results. He threw it

down upon the ground. The others gave him their apples, with no more

success.

"You have deceived me," he said to them. "The apples do not produce the

effect that I sought."

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