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"
Perhaps
,
"
he
said
,
with
a
strained
smile
.
"
After
all
,
he
did
fight
it
for
a
long
time
.
"
But
Rieux
was
already
going
out
of
the
ward
,
walking
so
quickly
and
with
such
a
look
on
his
face
that
when
he
overtook
Paneloux
,
the
priest
held
out
his
arm
to
restrain
him
.
"
Come
now
,
doctor
,
"
he
said
.
Without
stopping
as
he
swept
along
,
Rieux
turned
round
and
spat
out
:
"
Ah
,
now
that
one
,
at
least
,
was
innocent
,
as
you
very
well
know
!
"
Then
he
turned
away
and
,
going
through
the
doors
of
the
ward
in
front
of
Paneloux
,
crossed
to
the
back
of
the
school
courtyard
.
He
sat
down
on
a
bench
between
the
dusty
little
trees
and
wiped
away
the
sweat
that
was
already
running
into
his
eyes
.
He
wanted
to
shout
out
again
,
to
untie
the
dreadful
knot
crushing
his
heart
.
The
heat
flowed
slowly
down
between
the
branches
of
the
fig
trees
.
The
blue
morning
sky
was
quickly
covered
by
a
whitish
film
that
made
the
air
more
stifling
than
ever
.
Rieux
slumped
back
on
the
bench
.
He
watched
the
branches
and
the
sky
,
gradually
getting
back
his
breath
and
bit
by
bit
reabsorbing
his
fatigue
.
"
Why
did
you
speak
to
me
with
such
anger
just
now
?
"
said
a
voice
behind
him
.
"
I
,
too
,
found
that
unbearable
to
watch
.
"
Rieux
turned
round
to
Paneloux
.
"
That
’
s
true
,
"
he
said
.
"
Forgive
me
.
But
tiredness
is
a
form
of
madness
.
And
there
are
times
in
this
town
when
I
can
only
feel
outrage
and
revolt
.
"
