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In marble halls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk. Within a fountain crystal-clear. A golden apple doth appear. No doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
I am what remains when nothing is left.What am I?
My first is an insect; my second is a border; my whole puts the face in a tuneful disorder.
Whoever makes it, tells it not. Whoever takes it, knows it not. Whoever knows it, wants it not
Of these things - I have two. One for me - and one for you. And when you ask about the price, I simply smile and nod twice.
Why was the cook arrested?