He stood on the threshold for an instant, removing the stone from a plump apricot which he had brought away from the table; then he put the apricot into his mouth, and while he let it sojourn there, gratefully, stood looking at us, with his long legs apart and his hands dropped into the pockets of his velvet jacket.
"Four Meetings"
Henry James
Put an apricot in the centre of each, having removed the stone.
"The Myrtle Reed Cook Book"
Myrtle Reed
An hour before noon his daughter saw him coming through the apricot orchard, walking wearily, with his soiled handkerchief pressed to his lips.
"Stories of the Foot-hills"
Margaret Collier Graham