Poor Faith , so anxiously bent on retrieving the situation in regard to the church , had caught him in one of his terrible moods . He did not know who she was and he gazed at her with disfavour . Norman Douglas liked girls of spirit and flame and laughter . At this moment Faith was very pale . She was of the type to which colour means everything . Lacking her crimson cheeks she seemed meek and even insignificant . She looked apologetic and afraid , and the bully in Norman Douglas 's heart stirred . `` Who the dickens are you ? And what do you want here ? '' he demanded in his great resounding voice , with a fierce scowl . For once in her life Faith had nothing to say . She had never supposed Norman Douglas was like THIS . She was paralyzed with terror of him . He saw it and it made him worse . `` What 's the matter with you ? '' he boomed . `` You look as if you wanted to say something and was scared to say it . What 's troubling you ? Confound it , speak up , ca n't you ? '' No .
Faith could not XXXXX up .
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