Tea was being served when at last they went downstairs. A crowd of people had come in and Marty was immediately surrounded. Rickey sat in a corner and looked at her. Everywhere she went she was aware of his eyes. At last she spoke to Mrs. Bleecker who was pouring. “Jane,” she said, “I wish you’d put that Oliphant boy next to me at dinner.” “The Oliphant boy? Why?” “He amuses me. All the rest of the men bore me.” She moved on and came quite suddenly upon the master of the house. “Anthony,” she ejaculated, “when did …
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