14/24 "And don't slop it down like it was a bundle of old clothes. How many times have I got to tell you a thing before it soaks into your mind ?" Not by tone or look or manner did he betray any knowledge that Jean had spoken, and Muriel decided that he could not have heard. He fumbled the script in his hands, cocked an eye upward at the sun, stepped back, and gave a last glance to make sure that nothing could be bettered by altering the detail. Now, Miss Gay, remember, you're in a hurry, and you're worried half to death. |