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 into loud laughter . With a mighty slap of hand on knee he exclaimed , `` I vow you 've got spunk , after all -- I like spunk . Come , sit down -- sit down ! '' `` I will not . '' Faith 's eyes flashed more passionately . She thought she was being made fun of -- treated contemptuously . She would have enjoyed another explosion of rage , but this cut deep . `` I will not sit down in your house . I am going home . But I am glad I came back here and told you exactly what my opinion of you is . '' `` So am I -- so am I , '' chuckled Norman . `` I like you -- you 're fine -- you 're great . Such roses -- such vim ! Did I call her cheese-face ? Why , she never smelt a cheese . Sit down .
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