`` 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 . If you 'd looked like that at the first , girl ! So you 'll write my name under the devil 's picture , will you ? But he 's black , girl , he 's black -- and I 'm red . It wo n't do -- it wo n't do ! And you hope I 'll have the Scotch fiddle , do you ? Lord love you , girl , I had IT when I was a boy . Do n't wish it on me again .
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