No . Faith could not speak up . No words would come . But her lips began to tremble . `` For heaven 's sake , do n't cry , '' shouted Norman . `` I ca n't stand snivelling . If you 've anything to say , say it and have done . Great Kitty , is the girl possessed of a dumb spirit ? Do n't look at me like that -- I 'm human -- I have n't got a tail ! Who are you -- who are you , I say ? '' Norman 's voice could have been heard at the harbour . Operations in the kitchen were suspended . Mrs. Wilson was listening open-eared and eyed . Norman put his huge brown hands on his knees and leaned forward , staring into Faith 's pallid , shrinking face . He seemed to loom over her like some evil giant out of a fairy tale . She felt as if he would eat her up next thing , body and bones . `` I -- am -- Faith -- Meredith , '' she said , in little more than a whisper . `` Meredith , hey ? One of the parson 's youngsters , hey ? I 've heard of you -- I 've heard of you !
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