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"
So
why
don
’
t
you
stop
me
leaving
?
You
could
if
you
wanted
to
.
"
Rieux
shook
his
head
in
his
usual
way
and
said
that
this
was
a
matter
for
Rambert
:
he
had
chosen
happiness
and
Rieux
could
not
argue
against
that
.
He
felt
unable
to
judge
what
was
right
or
wrong
in
the
matter
.
"
So
in
that
case
why
are
you
telling
me
to
hurry
?
"
It
was
Rieux
’
s
turn
to
smile
.
"
Perhaps
it
’
s
because
I
,
too
,
would
like
to
do
something
for
happiness
.
"
The
next
day
they
did
not
discuss
anything
,
but
worked
together
.
The
following
week
Rambert
was
finally
settled
in
the
little
Spanish
house
.
They
made
up
a
bed
for
him
in
the
living
-
room
.
Since
the
young
men
did
not
come
home
for
meals
,
and
since
he
had
been
told
to
go
out
as
little
as
possible
,
he
lived
alone
,
most
of
the
time
,
or
made
conversation
with
the
old
mother
.
She
was
dry
,
energetic
,
dressed
in
black
,
with
a
wrinkled
brown
face
under
very
clean
grey
hair
.
She
kept
quiet
,
but
would
smile
with
her
eyes
sparkling
when
she
looked
at
Rambert
.
At
other
times
she
would
ask
if
he
wasn
’
t
afraid
of
taking
the
plague
to
his
wife
.
He
thought
this
was
a
risk
they
had
to
take
,
but
a
minute
one
,
while
if
he
stayed
in
the
town
there
was
a
chance
of
them
being
separated
for
ever
.
"
She
’
s
nice
?
"
the
old
woman
asked
with
a
smile
.
"
Very
nice
.
"
