But they were so very off balance, the two of them. And every line that was crooked caused the entire page to be off-kilter. When in the print room, nothing stopped Quincy from coolly putting away the type and beginning the difficult, tedious business over, until everything was perfectly in place. She accepted no less. But to do that between yourself and another person? To straighten out a misunderstanding? An offence? Who was mad enough to even try? Why should she rip herself up to set him aright ?
