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"The Old Apple Dealer" is a short story written by Nathaniel Hawthorne, first published in 1846 as part of his collection "Mosses from an Old Manse".
In "The Old Apple Dealer," Hawthorne centers the story on an old man who sells apples from a cart in a small town. The apple vendor is a familiar figure in the community, known for his quiet demeanor and solitary existence.
As the story unfolds, the apple vendor becomes the subject of speculation and rumors among the villagers, who are curious about his past and the reasons for his solitary life. Some speculate he was a refugee from justice, while others believe he was a troubled veteran or sailor.
Despite the townsfolk's curiosity, the apple vendor remains aloof and distant, sticking to his own advice and avoiding unnecessary attention. However, as the story ends, Hawthorne reveals a surprising twist that reveals the apple merchant's true identity and the reason for his mysterious behavior.
Summary
The lover of the moral picturesque may sometimes find what he, seeks in a character which is nevertheless of too negative a description to be seized upon and represented to the imaginative vision by word-painting. As an instance, I remember an old man who carries on a little trade of gingerbread and apples at the depot of one of our railroads. While awaiting the departure of the cars, my observation, flitting to and fro among the livelier characteristics of the scene, has often settled insensibly upon this almost hueless object.
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