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The
light
spread
through
the
ward
.
On
the
other
five
beds
shapes
were
tossing
and
groaning
,
but
with
what
appeared
to
be
deliberate
self
-
restraint
.
The
only
one
who
was
shouting
,
at
the
other
end
of
the
ward
,
was
making
little
cries
at
regular
intervals
,
which
seemed
to
express
astonishment
rather
than
pain
.
Now
there
was
a
kind
of
assent
in
their
manner
of
approaching
the
disease
.
Only
the
child
was
struggling
with
all
his
strength
.
From
time
to
time
Rieux
would
take
his
pulse
(
unnecessarily
and
rather
to
escape
from
the
state
of
powerless
inactivity
in
which
he
found
himself
)
;
and
when
he
closed
his
eyes
he
could
feel
this
agitation
mingled
with
the
throbbing
in
his
own
veins
.
At
such
times
he
felt
himself
merge
with
the
martyred
child
and
tried
to
sustain
him
with
all
his
still
undiminished
strength
.
But
the
beating
of
their
two
hearts
,
united
for
a
minute
,
would
cease
to
harmonize
;
the
child
escaped
him
and
his
efforts
dissolved
into
nothingness
.
At
this
,
he
would
put
down
the
slender
wrist
and
go
back
to
his
place
.
Along
the
whitewashed
walls
the
light
changed
from
pink
to
yellow
.
Behind
the
glass
a
hot
morning
was
starting
to
crackle
.
One
could
hardly
hear
Grand
as
he
left
saying
that
he
would
come
back
.
They
all
waited
.
The
child
,
his
eyes
still
shut
,
seemed
to
be
slightly
calmer
.
His
hands
,
now
like
claws
,
were
gently
working
away
at
the
sides
of
the
bed
.
They
climbed
upwards
,
scratched
the
blanket
near
the
knees
and
suddenly
he
bent
his
legs
,
brought
his
thighs
up
near
to
his
belly
and
became
still
.
At
this
point
he
opened
his
eyes
for
the
first
time
and
looked
at
Rieux
who
was
standing
in
front
of
him
.
In
the
hollow
of
his
face
,
as
if
fixed
in
grey
clay
,
the
mouth
opened
and
almost
immediately
a
single
continuous
cry
came
out
,
hardly
altered
by
the
boy
’
s
breathing
,
suddenly
filling
the
room
with
a
monotonous
,
discordant
protest
,
so
inhuman
that
it
seemed
to
be
coming
from
all
the
men
at
once
.
Rieux
gritted
his
teeth
and
Tarrou
turned
away
.
Rambert
went
up
to
the
bed
beside
Castel
,
who
closed
the
book
which
had
stayed
open
on
his
knees
.
Paneloux
looked
at
this
child
’
s
mouth
,
soiled
by
illness
,
full
of
that
cry
of
all
the
ages
.
He
knelt
and
everyone
considered
it
natural
to
hear
him
say
,
in
a
voice
that
was
somewhat
stifled
but
distinct
,
behind
the
continuing
,
anonymous
howl
:
"
My
God
,
save
this
child
.
"
But
the
child
went
on
crying
and
,
all
around
him
,
the
other
patients
were
becoming
restless
.
The
one
at
the
end
of
the
ward
,
whose
shouts
had
not
stopped
,
stepped
up
the
rhythm
of
his
moan
until
it
,
too
,
became
a
genuine
cry
,
while
the
others
groaned
louder
and
louder
.
A
tide
of
sobs
broke
across
the
room
,
drowning
out
Paneloux
’
s
prayer
and
Rieux
,
clasping
the
bar
at
the
foot
of
the
bed
,
closed
his
eyes
,
drunk
with
tiredness
and
horror
.
When
he
opened
them
again
he
found
Tarrou
beside
him
.
"
I
have
to
go
,
"
said
Rieux
.
"
I
can
’
t
stand
this
any
more
.
"
But
abruptly
the
other
patients
fell
silent
and
the
doctor
realized
that
the
child
’
s
cry
had
weakened
,
that
it
was
still
weakening
and
that
it
had
just
stopped
.
Around
him
the
moans
resumed
,
but
smothered
,
like
a
distant
echo
of
the
struggle
that
had
just
ended
.
For
ended
it
had
.
Castel
went
round
to
the
other
side
of
the
bed
and
said
that
it
was
all
over
.
His
mouth
open
,
but
silent
,
the
child
was
resting
among
the
rumpled
blanket
,
suddenly
grown
smaller
,
with
traces
of
tears
on
his
face
.
Paneloux
went
up
to
the
bed
and
made
the
sign
of
benediction
.
Then
he
gathered
up
his
robes
and
went
out
down
the
central
aisle
.
"
Must
we
start
all
over
again
?
"
Tarrou
asked
Castel
.
The
old
doctor
shook
his
head
.
