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. . He wanted her named Mary. He was a comforting, humorous old ruffian; but there were few men in the Orient more deeply read in psychology and physiognomy. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. After all, if one could wait twenty years or more in between bouts of lovemaking, one could certainly wait a few more days. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned. She heard the rats scattering across the stone as dirt fell into the crypt. " "And what—what was your answer?" demanded the widow, eagerly.
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