"I am very weak from want of sleep and from hunger," answered the man, his voice getting weaker from shouting.
"Poor fellow! Wait a moment!"
He had suddenly remembered the apples Mrs. Mravucsán had put in his pockets that morning.
"Hallo, there! Lookout! I am going to throw down a few apples to go on with while I think over what I am to do."
He took the apples out of his pockets, and rolled them down one after the other.
All of a sudden he remembered that Veronica's was among them. Supposing she were vexed at his giving it away!
"Have you got them?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Please don't eat the red one, it is not mine."
"Very well, I will not eat it."