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Chapter XXXVII
 The circumstances of Blanche Stroeve's death necessitated all manner of dreadful formalities, but at last we were allowed to bury her. Dirk and I alone followed the hearse to the cemetery. We went at a foot-pace, but on the way back we trotted, and there was something to my mind singularly horrible in the way the driver of the hearse whipped up his horses. It seemed to dismiss the dead with a shrug of the shoulders. Now and then I caught sight of the swaying hearse in front of us, and our own driver urged his pair so that we might not remain behind. I felt in myself, too, the desire to get the whole thing out of my mind. I was beginning to be bored with a tragedy that did not really concern me, and pretending to myself that I spoke in order to distract Stroeve, I turned with relief to other subjects.  
"Don't you think you'd better go away for a bit?" I said. "There can be no object in your staying in Paris now."
 
He did not answer, but I went on ruthlessly:
 
"Have you made any plans for the immediate future?"
 
"No."
 
"You must try and gather together the threads again. Why don't you go down to Italy and start working?"
 
Again he made no repl............
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