Now , get out , cheese-face . '' Faith got out . She stumbled blindly down the steps , out of the yard gate and into the lane . Half way up the lane her daze of fear passed away and a reaction of tingling anger possessed her . By the time she reached the end of the lane she was in such a furious temper as she had never experienced before . Norman Douglas ' insults burned in her soul , kindling a scorching flame . Go home ! Not she ! She would go straight back and tell that old ogre just what she thought of him -- she would show him -- oh , would n't she ! Cheese-face , indeed ! Unhesitatingly she turned and walked back . The veranda was deserted and the kitchen door shut . Faith opened the door without knocking , and went in . 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 XXXXX you , '' said Faith in clear , ringing tones .
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