I don't care anything about Cephas Barnard, and if I'd had my way in the first place I wouldn't have had anything to do with him or his folks either; but now you've got to do what's right if you've gone as far as this, and Charlotte's all ready to be married.
You go right along, Barnabas Thayer!" Barnabas stood immovable, his face set past his mother, as irresponsively unyielding as a rock.
"Be you goin' ?" Barnabas did not reply.

His mother moved, and brought her eyes on a range with his, and the two faces confronted each other in silence, while it was as if two wills clashed swords in advance of them.
Then Mrs.Thayer moved away.

"I ain't never goin' to say anything more to you about it," she said; "but there's one thing--you needn't come home to dinner.

You sha'n't ever sit down to a meal in your father's and mother's house whilst this goes on." "G'lang!" said Barnabas.

The horse started, and he bent to the plough.