Now he just looked like himself, old, but not so old as to be decrepit.

Claudio Sacchi She tied Alanza off and had a look around. She could see well despite the fact that no lamps were burning. Everyone was in bed for the night. She wandered to a big window and peered in. It was the mule man’s bedroom and he was there, sleeping peacefully with his mouth agape. Now he looked about a hundred years old and Maria thought all this an idiot’s errand. She watched him some more and he turned and closed his mouth and was facing her and no longer looked a hundred years old. Now he just looked like himself, old, but not so old as to be decrepit. Maria's Trail