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The
temperature
rose
.
The
cough
grew
more
and
more
hoarse
and
tortured
the
patient
throughout
the
day
.
Finally
,
in
the
evening
,
the
priest
coughed
up
the
cotton
wool
that
had
been
suffocating
him
.
It
was
red
.
In
the
midst
of
his
raging
fever
Paneloux
kept
his
look
of
indifference
and
when
,
the
following
day
,
they
found
him
dead
,
half
-
falling
out
of
the
bed
,
there
was
nothing
to
be
read
in
his
expression
.
They
wrote
on
his
card
:
"
Doubtful
case
.
"
*
*
*
All
Soul
’
s
Day
that
year
was
different
from
usual
.
The
weather
was
certainly
appropriate
.
It
had
changed
abruptly
and
the
late
heat
had
given
way
overnight
to
chills
.
As
in
other
years
,
a
cold
wind
was
now
blowing
continuously
.
Large
clouds
sped
from
one
end
of
the
horizon
to
the
other
,
casting
shadows
over
the
houses
before
the
cold
,
golden
light
of
November
returned
to
them
after
the
clouds
had
passed
by
.
The
first
mackintoshes
made
their
appearance
,
but
one
could
also
see
a
surprising
number
of
shiny
,
rubberized
materials
:
the
newspapers
had
reported
that
two
hundred
years
earlier
,
in
the
great
plagues
in
the
South
of
France
,
doctors
used
to
wear
oilcloth
for
their
own
protection
.
The
shops
took
advantage
of
this
to
unload
a
supply
of
clothes
that
were
no
longer
in
fashion
,
and
from
which
everyone
hoped
to
gain
immunity
.
However
,
all
these
seasonal
indicators
could
not
disguise
the
fact
that
the
cemeteries
were
deserted
.
In
other
years
the
trams
had
been
full
of
the
vapid
scent
of
chrysanthemums
and
processions
of
women
making
their
way
to
the
places
where
their
loved
ones
were
buried
,
to
put
flowers
on
their
graves
.
This
had
been
the
day
when
people
tried
to
make
up
to
the
dead
for
leaving
them
alone
and
forgetting
them
for
many
long
months
.
But
that
year
no
one
wanted
to
think
about
the
dead
,
for
the
very
reason
that
they
had
already
been
thinking
too
much
about
them
.
It
was
no
longer
a
matter
of
going
back
to
see
them
,
with
a
little
remorse
and
lots
of
melancholy
.
They
were
no
longer
the
forgotten
ones
whom
one
visited
in
self
-
justification
one
day
a
year
.
They
were
the
intruders
about
whom
one
would
rather
forget
.
This
is
why
the
Feast
of
the
Dead
that
year
was
somewhat
brushed
aside
.
Tarrou
noticed
that
Cottard
’
s
language
was
becoming
more
and
more
ironic
:
according
to
him
,
every
day
was
a
Feast
of
the
Dead
.
Indeed
,
the
bonfires
of
the
plague
burned
ever
more
cheerfully
in
the
crematorium
.
Admittedly
the
number
of
dead
from
one
day
to
the
next
was
not
rising
.
But
it
seemed
that
the
plague
had
settled
comfortably
into
its
peak
and
was
carrying
out
its
daily
murders
with
the
precision
and
regularity
of
a
good
civil
servant
.
In
theory
,
in
the
opinion
of
experts
,
this
was
a
good
sign
.
The
graph
of
the
progress
of
the
plague
,
starting
with
its
constant
rise
,
followed
by
this
long
plateau
,
seemed
quite
reassuring
—
to
Dr
Richard
,
for
example
.
"
Good
,
good
,
an
excellent
graph
,
"
he
said
.
He
reckoned
that
the
disease
had
reached
what
he
called
a
ceiling
.
From
here
on
,
it
could
only
decrease
.
He
ascribed
this
to
Castel
’
s
new
serum
which
had
,
indeed
,
achieved
some
unexpected
successes
.
Old
Castel
did
not
contradict
him
,
but
felt
that
one
could
not
predict
anything
for
certain
,
since
the
history
of
epidemics
showed
that
they
could
flare
up
again
unexpectedly
.
The
Prefecture
had
for
a
long
time
wanted
to
appease
public
anxieties
—
something
that
the
plague
had
not
allowed
it
to
do
—
and
was
deciding
to
get
the
medical
experts
together
for
a
report
on
the
topic
,
when
Dr
Richard
too
was
carried
off
by
the
plague
,
just
as
the
epidemic
reached
a
plateau
.
Though
this
case
after
all
proved
nothing
,
it
was
impressive
and
the
authorities
,
confronted
by
it
,
slipped
back
into
pessimism
with
as
little
justification
as
they
had
at
first
welcomed
Richard
’
s
optimism
.
Castel
for
his
part
was
content
to
prepare
his
serum
as
conscientiously
as
he
could
.
There
was
only
one
public
place
that
was
not
transformed
into
a
hospital
or
an
isolation
facility
,
and
if
the
Prefecture
was
still
given
immunity
,
it
was
because
they
had
to
keep
one
place
where
people
could
meet
.
But
on
the
whole
,
because
of
the
relative
stability
of
the
epidemic
at
this
time
,
the
organization
that
Rieux
provided
proved
sufficient
.
The
doctors
and
their
assistants
,
who
were
undertaking
exhausting
tasks
,
did
not
have
to
contemplate
still
greater
efforts
.
They
merely
had
to
continue
this
superhuman
work
in
a
regular
manner
,
one
may
say
.
The
pulmonary
forms
of
the
infection
that
had
already
appeared
now
multiplied
in
every
part
of
the
town
,
as
though
the
wind
were
lighting
and
fanning
flames
in
people
’
s
chests
.
The
sufferers
died
much
more
quickly
,
vomiting
blood
.
The
degree
of
contagion
threatened
to
be
greater
with
this
new
form
of
the
epidemic
—
though
the
opinions
of
specialists
had
always
been
contradictory
on
this
point
.
Meanwhile
,
for
maximum
safety
,
health
workers
continued
to
breathe
through
masks
of
disinfected
gauze
.
In
any
case
,
one
would
have
expected
the
disease
to
spread
,
but
since
the
number
of
cases
of
bubonic
plague
was
falling
,
the
figures
stayed
level
.
