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"
In
the
early
days
,
you
couldn
’
t
hear
yourself
speak
here
,
"
said
Rambert
.
"
But
as
time
goes
by
,
they
talk
less
and
less
.
"
If
one
is
to
believe
his
notes
,
Tarrou
understood
them
and
imagined
them
in
the
beginning
piled
into
their
tents
,
kicking
their
heels
or
scratching
their
bellies
,
shouting
out
their
anger
and
their
fear
whenever
they
found
a
willing
ear
.
But
as
soon
as
the
camp
became
over
-
populated
,
there
were
fewer
and
fewer
willing
ears
.
There
was
nothing
left
for
it
but
to
be
quiet
and
watchful
.
Indeed
,
there
was
a
sort
of
wariness
that
fell
out
of
the
grey
but
luminous
sky
onto
the
red
camp
.
Yes
,
they
all
looked
suspicious
.
Since
they
had
been
separated
from
the
rest
,
this
was
not
unreasonable
,
and
they
had
the
faces
of
those
who
are
looking
for
reasons
and
who
are
afraid
.
Each
of
those
Tarrou
looked
at
had
a
vacant
eye
and
all
appeared
to
be
suffering
from
a
general
separation
from
everything
that
made
up
their
lives
.
Since
they
could
not
always
be
thinking
about
death
,
they
thought
about
nothing
.
They
were
taking
a
holiday
.
"
But
the
worst
thing
"
,
Tarrou
wrote
,
"
is
that
these
are
forgotten
people
and
they
know
it
.
Their
acquaintances
have
forgotten
them
because
they
are
thinking
about
other
things
,
and
that
is
quite
understandable
.
As
for
those
who
love
them
,
they
have
also
forgotten
them
because
they
must
be
exhausting
themselves
in
appeals
and
schemes
to
get
them
out
.
The
more
they
think
about
getting
them
out
,
the
less
they
think
about
the
person
to
be
got
out
.
That
,
too
,
is
normal
.
And
when
it
comes
down
to
it
,
you
realize
that
no
one
is
really
capable
of
thinking
of
anyone
else
,
even
in
the
worst
misfortune
.
Because
thinking
about
someone
really
means
thinking
about
that
person
minute
by
minute
,
not
being
distracted
by
anything
—
not
housework
,
not
a
fly
passing
,
not
meals
,
not
an
urge
to
scratch
oneself
.
But
there
are
always
flies
and
itches
.
This
is
why
life
is
hard
to
live
.
And
these
people
know
that
very
well
.
"
The
administrator
,
coming
back
towards
them
,
told
them
that
M
.
Othon
was
asking
to
see
them
.
He
led
Gonzales
into
his
office
and
then
took
them
towards
a
corner
of
the
stands
where
Othon
,
who
was
sitting
apart
from
the
rest
,
got
up
to
greet
them
.
He
was
still
dressed
in
the
same
way
and
wore
the
same
stiff
collar
.
Tarrou
only
noticed
that
the
tufts
of
hair
at
his
temples
were
far
more
bristly
and
that
one
of
his
shoelaces
was
undone
.
The
magistrate
seemed
tired
and
not
once
did
he
look
his
visitors
directly
in
the
face
.
He
said
he
was
pleased
to
see
them
and
that
he
begged
them
to
thank
Dr
Rieux
for
what
he
had
done
.
The
others
said
nothing
.
"
I
hope
"
,
the
magistrate
said
after
a
while
,
"
that
Philippe
did
not
suffer
too
much
.
"
This
was
the
first
time
that
Tarrou
had
heard
him
call
his
son
by
his
name
and
understood
that
something
had
changed
.
The
sun
was
sinking
behind
the
horizon
,
and
between
two
clouds
its
rays
shone
sideways
into
the
stands
,
lighting
their
three
faces
with
gold
.
"
No
,
"
Tarrou
said
.
"
No
,
he
really
didn
’
t
suffer
.
"
