Norman Douglas had just sat down at the supper table , but he still held his newspaper . Faith walked inflexibly across the room , caught the paper from his hand , flung it on the floor and stamped on it . Then she faced him , with her flashing eyes and scarlet cheeks . She was such a handsome young fury that Norman Douglas hardly recognized her . `` What 's brought you back ? '' he growled , but more in bewilderment than rage . Unquailingly she glared back into the angry eyes against which so few people could hold their own . `` I have come back to tell you exactly what I think of you , '' said Faith in clear , ringing tones . `` I am not afraid of you . You are a rude , unjust , tyrannical , disagreeable old man . Susan says you are sure to go to hell , and I was sorry for you , but I am not now . Your wife never had a new hat for ten years -- no wonder she died . I am going to make faces at you whenever I see you after this . Every time I am behind you you will know what is happening . Father has a picture of the devil in a book in his study , and I mean to go home and write your name under it . You are an old vampire and I hope you 'll have the Scotch fiddle ! '' Faith did not know what a vampire meant any more than she knew what the Scotch fiddle was . She had heard Susan use the expressions and gathered from her tone that both were dire things . But Norman Douglas knew what the latter meant at least . He had listened in absolute silence to Faith 's tirade .
When she paused for breath , with a stamp of her foot , he suddenly burst XXXXX loud laughter .
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