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"
It
’
s
not
my
job
.
"
Then
,
with
a
tone
of
bravado
:
"
In
any
case
,
this
plague
is
doing
me
a
favour
,
so
I
don
’
t
see
why
I
should
be
involved
in
getting
rid
of
it
.
"
Tarrou
struck
his
forehead
,
as
though
suddenly
realizing
something
:
"
Of
course
,
I
’
m
forgetting
;
you
would
be
arrested
otherwise
.
"
Cottard
started
and
grabbed
the
chair
as
if
about
to
fall
over
.
Rieux
had
stopped
writing
and
was
looking
at
him
in
a
solemn
,
interested
way
.
"
Who
told
you
that
?
"
said
the
man
of
means
.
Tarrou
seemed
surprised
and
said
:
"
You
did
.
Or
,
at
least
,
that
’
s
what
the
doctor
and
I
thought
you
meant
.
"
And
,
while
Cottard
stammered
out
an
incomprehensible
stream
of
words
,
suddenly
overcome
by
an
uncontrollable
fit
of
rage
,
Tarrou
added
:
