Mary Lee suddenly saw red, “Are you being swept on by—your Marty?” “She isn’t mine—yet—” She stared at him in amazement. “You don’t think for a moment she will ever be yours?” “Why not?” “But, Rickey, the nerve of you, asking her to share your attic!” “Who’s asking her to share an attic? And you needn’t think you can irritate me by saying things like that. I’m too sure of Marty. It’s the first time any man has dared fling a challenge at her.” Rickey paused, then went on fervently, “I’m trying to show her that money…
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