“Yes.” “Do you think I’ll let him have it? There are other editors in the world, Jinny.” “I know. But this story, Rickey—he paid for it.” “A paltry thousand.” “That was only an advance.” “Then let me pay it back to him when I’ve sold it to someone else. Oh, it is useless to argue, Jinny. The book is mine. You know that, no matter what you’ve done to it.” She saw his excitement. “Rickey, dear, lie down. We’ll talk it over in the morning. You need all the rest you can get tonight.” He was completely worn out, and whe…
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