"Can you expect me to be just when you've just killed me? Oh, I know I asked for it--I know it's good for me. Horrible things always are good for you, I suppose. After you've been killed a few times you don't mind it. But the first time one does--squirm. Go away, Dean. Don't come back for a week at least. The funeral will be over then." "Don't you believe I know what this means to you, Star?" asked Dean pityingly. "You can't--altogether. Oh, I know you're sympathetic. I don't want sympathy. I only want time to bury myself decently."