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"
Pretty
?
"
"
I
think
so
.
"
"
Ah
!
That
’
s
why
,
"
she
said
.
Rambert
thought
about
it
.
Of
course
,
that
was
why
,
but
it
couldn
’
t
only
be
for
that
reason
.
"
Don
’
t
you
believe
in
God
?
"
said
the
old
woman
.
She
attended
mass
every
morning
.
Rambert
admitted
that
he
didn
’
t
and
she
said
again
that
this
was
why
.
"
You
have
to
get
back
to
her
,
you
’
re
right
.
Otherwise
,
what
’
s
left
for
you
?
"
The
rest
of
the
time
,
Rambert
walked
round
and
round
within
the
naked
,
roughcast
walls
,
stroking
the
fans
nailed
to
them
or
else
counting
the
woollen
balls
in
the
fringe
around
the
tablecloth
.
In
the
evening
the
two
boys
came
home
.
They
said
very
little
except
to
tell
him
that
it
was
not
yet
time
.
After
dinner
Marcel
played
the
guitar
and
drank
an
aniseed
liqueur
.
Rambert
seemed
to
be
thinking
.
On
Wednesday
Marcel
came
back
saying
:
"
It
’
s
tomorrow
evening
,
at
midnight
.
Be
ready
.
"
One
of
the
two
men
who
kept
guard
with
them
had
caught
the
plague
,
and
the
other
who
usually
shared
a
bedroom
with
him
was
under
observation
.
So
for
two
or
three
days
Marcel
and
Louis
would
be
alone
.
During
the
night
they
would
make
the
final
arrangements
.
The
next
day
it
would
be
possible
.
"
Are
you
pleased
?
"
the
old
woman
asked
.
Rambert
said
that
he
was
,
but
he
was
thinking
of
other
things
.
The
following
day
,
the
sky
was
heavy
,
the
air
humid
and
stifling
.
There
was
bad
news
of
the
plague
.
However
,
the
old
Spanish
woman
remained
calm
:
"
There
is
sin
in
the
world
,
"
she
said
.
"
So
naturally
…
"
Like
Marcel
and
Louis
,
Rambert
was
stripped
to
the
waist
.
But
whenever
he
moved
,
the
sweat
ran
between
his
shoulder
blades
and
across
his
chest
.
