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That
day
,
at
noon
,
Gonzales
and
the
journalist
saw
the
two
lads
laughing
as
they
approached
.
They
said
that
they
’
d
been
unlucky
last
time
,
but
it
was
only
to
be
expected
.
In
any
case
,
it
wasn
’
t
their
week
on
guard
duty
.
They
’
d
have
to
wait
until
the
next
week
;
then
they
could
start
all
over
again
.
Rambert
said
that
was
certainly
how
he
would
put
it
.
So
Gonzales
suggested
meeting
the
following
Monday
,
but
this
time
they
would
lodge
Rambert
in
Marcel
and
Louis
’
s
house
.
"
We
’
ll
arrange
a
meeting
,
you
and
I
.
Then
if
I
’
m
not
there
,
you
can
go
directly
to
their
place
.
We
’
ll
tell
you
where
they
live
.
"
But
Marcel
(
or
Louis
)
said
at
that
point
that
the
simplest
thing
was
to
take
the
comrade
there
at
once
.
If
he
wasn
’
t
fussy
,
there
was
enough
to
eat
for
all
four
of
them
.
In
this
way
,
he
’
d
know
how
things
stood
.
Gonzales
said
that
was
a
very
good
idea
and
they
set
off
towards
the
port
.
Marcel
and
Louis
lived
on
the
outskirts
of
the
Maritime
district
,
near
houses
which
looked
out
over
the
front
.
Theirs
was
a
little
Spanish
house
,
with
thick
walls
,
painted
wooden
shutters
and
bare
,
shady
rooms
.
The
young
men
’
s
mother
,
an
old
Spanish
woman
,
with
a
smile
and
lots
of
wrinkles
,
served
them
rice
.
Gonzales
was
amazed
,
because
there
was
already
a
shortage
of
rice
in
town
.
"
We
have
ways
,
at
the
gates
,
"
said
Marcel
.
Rambert
ate
and
drank
,
and
Gonzales
said
he
was
a
real
friend
,
while
the
journalist
could
only
think
of
the
week
he
had
ahead
of
him
.
In
fact
,
he
had
two
weeks
,
because
the
shifts
of
guard
duty
were
extended
to
a
fortnight
,
to
reduce
the
number
of
teams
.
And
,
during
that
fortnight
,
Rambert
worked
unstintingly
and
continuously
,
from
dawn
to
night
,
as
it
were
with
his
eyes
shut
.
He
would
go
to
bed
late
at
night
and
sleep
a
heavy
sleep
.
The
sudden
transition
from
idleness
to
this
exhausting
labour
left
him
more
or
less
without
dreams
and
without
strength
.
He
spoke
little
about
his
forthcoming
escape
.
One
notable
fact
:
after
a
week
,
he
confided
in
the
doctor
that
for
the
first
time
,
the
previous
night
,
he
had
got
drunk
.
On
coming
out
of
the
bar
,
he
suddenly
had
the
impression
that
his
groin
was
swelling
and
that
his
arms
were
stiff
around
the
armpits
.
He
thought
it
was
the
plague
.
And
the
only
thing
he
could
think
of
doing
at
that
point
—
something
which
he
agreed
with
Rieux
was
not
reasonable
—
was
to
run
up
to
the
highest
part
of
the
town
and
there
,
from
a
little
square
from
which
you
could
still
not
see
the
sea
,
but
could
at
least
see
a
bit
more
sky
,
he
called
to
his
wife
with
a
great
cry
across
the
town
walls
.
When
he
got
home
,
he
found
no
sign
of
infection
on
himself
and
was
not
particularly
proud
of
succumbing
to
this
sudden
panic
.
Rieux
said
that
he
understood
his
acting
like
that
very
well
:
"
In
any
case
,
"
he
said
,
"
it
’
s
the
sort
of
thing
you
might
want
to
do
.
"
"
Monsieur
Othon
talked
to
me
about
you
this
morning
,
"
Rieux
added
suddenly
just
as
Rambert
was
leaving
.
"
He
asked
me
if
I
knew
you
.
"
Then
advise
him
,
"
he
said
,
"
not
to
frequent
smugglers
.
People
are
starting
to
notice
him
.
"
"
What
does
that
mean
?
"
"
It
means
that
you
’
d
better
hurry
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
"
said
Rambert
,
shaking
the
doctor
’
s
hand
.
At
the
door
,
he
suddenly
turned
round
.
Rieux
saw
that
for
the
first
time
since
the
outbreak
of
the
plague
he
was
smiling
.
