He sat very still; his heart shook his whole body, which had grown thin lately.

He looked very small, in spite of his sturdy build.
Deborah was gone quite a while; she had left some work unfinished in her bedroom that morning.

Caleb returned before she did, and pulled up a chair close to the fire.

He was holding his reddened fingers out towards the blaze to warm them when Deborah came in.
She looked at him, then around the room, inquiringly.
"Where did you put the apples ?" said she to Caleb.
Caleb stared around at her.

"What apples, mother ?" he asked, feebly.
"The apples I left for you to pare.