From the Quai d'Orsay to the Place des Invalides the street lamps were on, shining wanly through black shrouds of crepe. As if to make up for official negligence that may have cost the old gentleman his life, the entire distance was lined with steel-helmeted soldiers, elbow to elbow. Six feet behind this first line was a second line of Republican Guards, with a row of plainclothes detectives stationed between the two. Thus last week did France bury her great Foreign Minister, Louis Barthou. All the diplomats who stood bareheaded under the grey...
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