It drove Deborah along before it, lashing her skirts around her gaunt limbs; but she leaned back upon it, and did not bend.
The road was not broken out, and the snow was quite deep, but she went along with no break in her gait.

She went into Barney's yard and knocked at his door.

She set her mouth harder when she heard him coming.
Barney opened the door and started when he saw who was there.

"Is it you, mother ?" he said, involuntarily; then his face hardened like hers, and he waited.

The mother and son confronted each other looked more alike than ever.
Deborah opened her mouth to speak twice before she made a sound.