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 ! Riding on pigs and breaking the Sabbath ! A nice lot ! What do you want here , hey ? What do you want of the old pagan , hey ? I do n't ask favours of parsons -- and I do n't give any . What do you want , I say ? '' Faith wished herself a thousand miles away . She stammered out her thought in its naked simplicity . `` I came -- to ask you -- to go to church -- and pay -- to the salary . '' Norman glared at her . Then he burst forth again . `` You impudent hussy -- you ! Who put you up to it , jade ?
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