Never had ha seemed to himself to be so awkward a peeler.

It was something beside awkwardness that ailed Comale's hand to-day.

He was worrying over the possible consequences of a deed of his.
That morning, he and his sister Pidura, who was about his own age, had quarreled.

They did not quarrel as often now as they used to before Pidura and he knew anything about the way to be a Christian.
They tried to be patient, usually, but this morning there had been a sharp quarrel between the two about the rice for breakfast.

After breakfast, Comale, still feeling very angry, had gone into the veranda that each one-story house possesses.