This was the second time shed shown not the slightest interest in a trick of the trade that would have held a class of would-be writers spellbound.
He could not tell her because it would hurt her badly, and in spite of all the pain she had afforded him, he found he could not hurt her in that way. He turned the pages faster and faster, his horror mounting, and the two thoughts which kept repeating were Why in Gods name didnt they tip faster?