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"
If
a
priest
consults
a
doctor
,
there
is
a
contradiction
.
"
When
Rieux
told
him
what
Paneloux
had
said
,
Tarrou
remarked
that
he
knew
a
priest
who
had
lost
his
faith
during
the
war
when
he
saw
the
face
of
a
young
man
with
his
eyes
torn
out
.
"
Paneloux
is
right
,
"
said
Tarrou
.
"
When
innocence
has
its
eyes
gouged
out
,
a
Christian
must
lose
his
faith
or
accept
the
gouging
out
of
eyes
.
Paneloux
does
not
want
to
lose
his
faith
,
he
will
stick
with
it
to
the
very
end
.
That
’
s
what
he
meant
.
"
Does
this
remark
of
Tarrou
’
s
help
a
little
to
explain
the
unfortunate
events
that
followed
,
in
which
Paneloux
’
s
behaviour
seemed
incomprehensible
to
those
around
him
?
One
must
judge
for
oneself
.
Indeed
,
a
few
days
after
the
sermon
,
Paneloux
decided
to
move
house
.
This
was
a
time
when
the
progress
of
the
illness
was
the
cause
of
constant
removals
in
the
town
.
Just
as
Tarrou
had
to
leave
his
hotel
to
stay
with
Rieux
,
so
the
priest
had
to
leave
the
apartment
in
which
his
order
had
placed
him
to
take
up
lodgings
with
an
old
woman
,
a
regular
church
-
goer
and
so
far
immune
to
the
plague
.
During
the
move
itself
the
priest
felt
his
anxiety
and
exhaustion
grow
.
And
this
was
how
he
lost
the
respect
of
his
landlady
.
One
day
when
she
was
warmly
extolling
the
merits
of
the
prophecies
of
Saint
Odile
,
the
priest
made
a
very
slight
gesture
of
impatience
,
no
doubt
due
to
his
tiredness
.
From
then
on
,
whatever
effort
he
made
to
win
the
old
lady
around
to
at
least
a
friendly
neutrality
was
unsuccessful
.
He
had
made
a
bad
impression
.
And
every
evening
,
before
going
up
to
his
room
,
which
was
filled
with
yards
of
lacework
,
he
had
to
look
at
her
back
,
seated
in
her
drawing
-
room
,
and
to
take
away
the
memory
of
the
"
good
evening
,
father
"
that
she
addressed
to
him
in
a
dry
voice
,
without
turning
round
.
It
was
on
such
an
evening
,
as
he
was
going
up
to
bed
,
his
head
aching
,
that
he
felt
the
tide
of
fever
which
had
been
brewing
for
several
days
break
out
at
his
wrists
and
his
temples
.
What
followed
was
afterwards
known
only
through
the
account
of
his
landlady
.
In
the
morning
she
got
up
early
,
as
usual
.
After
a
while
,
surprised
at
not
seeing
the
priest
come
out
of
his
room
,
she
decided
,
after
much
hesitation
,
to
knock
on
his
door
.
She
found
him
still
in
bed
after
a
sleepless
night
.
He
was
having
difficulty
breathing
and
seemed
more
flushed
than
usual
.
As
she
later
said
,
she
politely
suggested
calling
a
doctor
,
but
this
idea
was
rejected
with
what
she
found
unacceptable
force
.
She
could
do
nothing
but
leave
.
A
little
later
the
priest
rang
and
asked
for
her
.
He
apologized
for
his
irritation
and
told
her
that
it
could
not
be
a
case
of
plague
since
he
had
none
of
the
symptoms
;
it
was
just
a
temporary
fatigue
.
The
old
lady
replied
in
a
dignified
manner
that
her
suggestion
did
not
arise
from
any
anxiety
of
that
sort
,
that
she
was
not
considering
her
own
safety
which
was
in
the
hands
of
God
,
but
that
she
had
merely
been
thinking
of
the
father
’
s
health
for
which
she
felt
partly
responsible
.
But
since
he
did
not
add
anything
,
his
landlady
,
anxious
(
so
she
said
)
to
do
her
duty
,
again
suggested
calling
her
doctor
.
The
priest
once
more
refused
while
adding
some
explanation
which
the
old
lady
considered
very
confused
.
The
only
thing
she
thought
she
had
understood
—
which
seemed
incomprehensible
to
her
—
was
that
the
father
was
refusing
a
consultation
with
a
doctor
because
it
was
against
his
principles
.
She
decided
that
the
fever
was
disturbing
her
tenant
’
s
mind
and
did
nothing
except
bring
him
some
herb
tea
.
Still
determined
to
fulfil
precisely
the
duties
that
the
situation
imposed
on
her
,
she
visited
the
patient
regularly
every
two
hours
.
What
struck
her
most
forcefully
was
the
state
of
continual
agitation
in
which
the
priest
spent
the
day
.
He
would
throw
off
his
bedclothes
,
then
pull
them
back
over
him
,
constantly
passing
his
hand
across
his
forehead
and
often
sitting
up
in
an
attempt
to
cough
,
with
a
stifled
,
hoarse
,
damp
cough
,
as
though
tearing
something
out
of
himself
.
It
was
as
though
he
could
not
bring
up
some
pieces
of
cotton
wool
from
the
back
of
his
throat
that
were
choking
him
.
After
these
crises
he
would
slump
back
with
every
appearance
of
exhaustion
.
In
the
end
,
he
would
again
sit
half
-
upright
and
,
for
a
brief
moment
,
look
directly
ahead
with
a
concentration
that
was
more
passionate
than
all
the
turmoil
that
had
gone
before
.
But
the
old
lady
was
still
uncertain
whether
to
call
a
doctor
and
go
against
her
patient
’
s
wishes
.
This
might
be
a
simple
high
temperature
,
spectacular
though
it
may
be
.
