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Rieux
sniffed
the
smell
of
bitter
herbs
in
his
glass
.
It
was
hard
to
speak
in
this
tumult
,
but
what
Rambert
seemed
to
care
most
about
was
drinking
.
The
doctor
could
not
say
if
he
was
drunk
.
At
one
of
the
two
tables
which
occupied
the
rest
of
the
narrow
room
,
a
naval
officer
with
a
woman
on
each
arm
was
telling
a
fat
man
with
a
florid
complexion
about
an
outbreak
of
typhus
in
Cairo
:
"
Camps
,
"
he
said
.
"
They
set
up
camps
for
the
natives
,
with
tents
for
the
victims
and
a
line
of
sentries
all
round
who
would
open
fire
on
the
families
when
they
tried
to
sneak
in
their
old
wives
’
remedies
.
It
was
hard
,
but
fair
.
"
The
conversation
at
the
other
table
,
occupied
by
elegant
young
people
,
was
incomprehensible
and
swallowed
up
by
the
sound
of
"
Saint
James
’
s
Infirmary
Blues
"
,
pouring
out
from
a
gramophone
perched
up
near
the
ceiling
.
"
Are
you
pleased
?
"
Rieux
asked
,
raising
his
voice
.
"
It
’
s
getting
close
,
"
said
Rambert
.
"
Within
a
week
,
perhaps
.
"
"
Pity
,
"
Tarrou
shouted
.
"
Why
?
"
Tarrou
looked
at
Rieux
.
"
Ah
!
"
the
doctor
said
.
"
Tarrou
says
that
because
he
thinks
you
could
have
been
useful
to
us
here
.
But
I
understand
only
too
well
how
much
you
want
to
leave
.
"
Tarrou
paid
for
another
round
.
Rambert
got
off
his
stool
and
looked
him
directly
in
the
face
for
the
first
time
:
"
How
would
I
have
been
useful
to
you
?
"
