But I know a little place where we’ll get a little quiet talk. We married, and for a time we were happy. \" She said, looking beside him at a taller boy who appeared to be bored. His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. But always this new phase in life which civilization called convention threw up barrier after barrier. She would buy a Greyhound ticket to New Orleans, make a kill or two, then travel into Texas and seduce some wandering man into taking her to Mexico, feast upon him once they got there. Don't suppose," she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you. Run along while I rig up and get the part in my hair straight.
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