... I'm plain, I haven't got any money, I'm shy, and I
haven't got any friends.
DAN (_teasing_): Don't you _like_ the old lady?
OLIVIA: I could kill her.
_A pause. She realises what she has said._
DAN (_with a laugh_): Oh, no, you couldn't!... Not many people
have it in them to kill people.... Oh, no!
_She looks at him. A pause. He studies the palms of his hands,
chuckling to himself._
OLIVIA: And what was there to your life at the Tallboys?
DAN: My life? Well.... The day don't start so good, with a lot of
stuck-up boots to clean, and a lot of silly high heels all along the
passage waitin' for a polish, and a lot of spoons to clean that's been
in the mouths of gapin' fools that looks through me as if I was a dirty
window hadn't been cleaned for years.... (_Throwing his stub into the
fire in a sudden crescendo of fury_) Orders, orders, orders; go
here, do this, don't do that, you idiot, open the door for me, get a
move on--I was never meant to take orders, never!... Down in the tea-
place there's an old white beard wigglin'.
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