” They clambered down the hill together. 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. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. I always say that it’s poverty before everything that makes a girl skip the line. They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice.
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