Clint somewhat embarrassedly crowded on to a corner of the bed and Amy

perched himself on an arm of the Morris chair
Clint somewhat embarrassedly crowded on to a corner of the bed and Amy
perched himself on an arm of the Morris chair. A smallish,
clever-looking fellow across the room said: “You’re a punk introducer,
Amy. Thayer, my name’s Marvin, and this chap is Hall and the next one is
Edwards, and Still you know, and then comes Ruddie, and Black–”